Everydaystranger

Sometimes I don’t post because I can’t get to my blog. Sometimes I’m too tired or too depressed. Sometimes I have nothing to say at all that would interest anyone, including myself.
Today is one of those days-I am suffering from one of the above. Work is ongoing on the new house to [...]

I read a book recently by a popular author whose books I sometimes like, and sometimes think it was a quick fix to fulfill a contract obligation. I found the newest release by chance in the Auckland Airport, and I picked it up, marveling not only at the sheer size of the damn thing, [...]

I once ran a product that was comprised of a team of 2000 in 14 different countries. Today, I manage a team of 40 people across five companies to deliver one of the most strategic products I’ve ever seen. I can do all of this with the balance of a pink phone, my [...]

Monday afternoon had another precedent, above laying on the floor with a dog, raising and lowering a paint-splattered arm, and complaining about deliveries that haven’t been delivered. Monday afternoon saw me troup into London for my weekly visit on the couch, a routine that is as regular to me as brushing my teeth, taking [...]

Friday dawned and I wasn’t feeling well, but we herded our way to IKEA anyway as we needed a few things-some cheap lights until we re-design the kitchen, a bed for Jeff, the typical selection of a dozen candles you can’t seem to leave IKEA without. While we were in the warehouse section of [...]

The house is a war zone.
When you enter the front door you go through a door that only partially opens. Creaking up the stairs you pass walls patched with gray filler. The bathroom looks like a toiletry-laden bomb has gone off, exploding tampons, face cream, and toilet paper which no longer hangs on [...]

Her name was Mrs. Pratt.
She wore those horrible screw-on earrings, ones that were bright red to ostensibly look like cherries that had miraculously fallen from the sky and stuck to her lobes. She used to wear the blends that were popular in the late 70’s (and continued with the tragically fashion unconcious throughout the [...]

Sometimes I stand in place and feel very, very small. Not an easy task for someone like me, someone tall enough to touch the sky and bulky enough to plow a field. But every once in a while, I can feel like the tinniest person in the world, someone who holds still [...]

“Jonathan?” Angus asks.
“Ooh! I like Jonathan!” I squeal. “Matthew?”
“Matthew’s good. Arthur?”
“Arthur’s ok.” I clutch his hand. I am so happy I could die. It seems unreal. I am happier than I have been in…well, ok a week ago in New Zealand, but before that it was a while since [...]

When I was a kid we nearly emigrated to New Zealand. I was about 14 years old when the video and the forms arrived, and my mother (a sudden divorcee-again-and eager to start over) was gung ho. I think I watched the video one hundred times, always in secret. I didn’t understand [...]

In 1998, I bought a dress.
This may seem like no big deal, really, who gives a shit if I bought a dress, only it turns out this dress has become rather significant for me. I remember where I was when I bought it-it was your average American mall with your average American mall stores, [...]

So I’m sure you’re going to get a bit bored of travel details, but that’s the cool thing about blogging-this blog is mine for the travel details, ergo I will unveil them. And since traveling is something that I am deeply, deeply passionate about (along the lines of picking out ingrown hairs, freedom of [...]

This was the view from our beach condo in the Cook Islands.
Yeah. I can’t believe I came home, either.
Am now home after over 30 hours in transit, and am so jet-lagged I may die of confusion. More from me tomorrow.
-H.

30 March 2006
So Now It’s Been 8
I’ve had 8 shots now. I keep expecting the bad humor to come along, but amazingly I’ve been more patient than ever. If it weren’t for the hot flashes, the indigestion and the bloated bruised stomach, I’d consider staying on these shots. I do have the PMS-the period should [...]