Big D is in the hospital. It is very serious, although not immediately life threatening. Little d is doing the best she can to make herself feel like she is not a terrible daughter for being 10,000 miles away. She’s not doing a very good job of it. She may be on an east-bound plane next week.
Just before I left the States my brother-in-law linked our blog to Google Analytics. Now, not only can I spend hours writing blogs and reading comments, but I can also spend hours analyzing the intricacies of my audience. A most productive way to spend my days. So, what have I learned?
You enjoy posts about babies and playgrounds more than posts about cereal.
I average about 15 readers a day.
Sure plenty of exciting things have happened since I arrived home to Raglan. I started working at Solscape again. Nelson and I performed a karaoke duet called “Permaculture Lovin'” to the tune of “Summer Nights” from Grease (it was a runaway success… I love my man). We helped build an earth pizza oven. But none of those events compare to the discovery of Double Crunch! cereal.
Some of you may know about me and my siblings’ obsession with Oh’s Ceral. We love it so much, that we bought the Piggly Wiggly’s entire supply when we were on vacation this summer. Do you think the store manager was confused? Did he think Oh’s were the next big trend? Now that we’ve moved on is he left with 100 cases wondering what happened? Ride it out buddy, we’ll be back in 11 months.
If you haven’t tried Oh’s, and live below the Mason Dixon, you need to find an all-night supermarket and go grab a box. If you’re feeling generous you can grab one for me and send in a little care package. Just kidding. Kind of. Its really the only reason to ever shop at a Walmart, which was the only place I could find it when I lived in Baltimore. Just be careful because they really cut the crap out of the roof of your mouth.
But anyhow, I digress. Oh’s are obviously not available here in the land of Kiwis. Mildly disappointing. But, even more disappointing was the lack of good cereal in general, and the complete lack of granola. Sure they have mueslix, but why would you want untoasted granola? That’s just gross. So, needless to say with no Oh’s and no granola, my cereal consumption was at an all-time low when I headed back home this summer.
But, having been reminded of the joys of cereal as I downed bowl after sweet bowl this summer, I was envigorated to begin my creal quest anew. And then I saw it. Glowing like a beacon among the many mueslix(es) at the Pak ‘n Save:
Double Crunch! ?
Ummm… yes please.
Imagine Honey Bunches of Oats (my second favorite cereal) with dried apricots added in.
The best darned thing on this side of the Tasman.
I’m going through some serious baby withdrawl. Going from spending almost every minute of every day with Tilda and Annie to none has been a bigger blow to my system than the jet lag I’m fighting. To make it worse, they’ve been away at a wedding all weekend and have been un-Skype-able. I’m sure Annie has forgotten who I am already. And Tilda? She picked the day after I left to start walking. Dagger to the heart T, dagger to the heart.
I’ve been easing my heartache by retouching some of the portraits I took on my last weekend in D.C. My half-day photographer stint made me appreciate just how hard it is to take family portraits. And the kids are only half the problem. I would finally get Annie and Tilda to smile and Joe and Kristen would be looking down at them, I can only imagine thinking “Wow, I made some good looking kids”. Snap out of it and look at the camera already! Jen, I don’t know how you do it.
We shot at Glen Echo Park. Funny how a run-down amusement park could be the perfect setting for both horror movies and family portraits. Out of well over 200 shots I think I came away with a dozen that I like. Oh well, those will have to hold me over until next summer I suppose. Here are some of my favorites from that day. Some are retouched slightly. Most are not.
Air travel is truly amazing. I woke up on September 9th in Washington D.C. at 8 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. I woke up on September 11th at 32,000 feet above the Pacific to an incredible sunrise. And here I am at 4 a.m (International Date Line East or New Zealand Standard Time) on September 12th lying in bed in our house truck wishing the rooster next door the most painful of deaths.
The body does not adjust to time changes as easily as my trusty travel alarm clock. So here I lay suffering the pangs of pre-dawn jet lag.
I heard once that this new-fangeled ailment exists because the human mind can only adapt to new surroundings as quickly as the human body could propel itself into them. Jet lag wouldn’t exist if we limited our pace of travel to man-speed, not machine-speed. How far could someone possibly walk in a day? 100 miles? Is that the evolutionary limit to the amount we should travel per day?
I’m willing to stretch that to a horse-ridden day. I remember learning in elementary school that the conspicuous symmetry of the midwestern territories is due to the limits of one man riding one horse as far as he could in a day. (Mr. Oklahoma should have gotten a better horse). If that’s true we can up our speed to about 300 miles per day.
Caught a great picture of the sunrise over the pacific this morning. Too tired to upload it. Maybe tomorrow.
Spending tonight (5 P.M. is night, right?) snuggling with my baby.