2 Days in Paris

I'd like to say I've been on holidays, but I haven't. I've been working like a maniac, neglecting my children and letting my house get overrun by dust bunnies (or 'slut's wool', as Margaret Atwood referred to it in Alias Grace - strange the things that stick in my mind).

Deadlines aren't over yet. And I have somehow also managed to get saddled with organising costumes and sets for Kid 2's school musical. When I'm not having nightmares about work, I'm having nightmares about finding cheap boys' Hawaiian shirts in the middle of winter ...

BUT, there is one exciting thing I have to look forward to, which should drag me through the rest of the work/life chaos - we are going to the UK and France next year! Kid 1 will be 15, and so it will probably be the last time he willingly goes on a family holiday; it will be Kid 2's last year of primary school. I think the timing is just right.

The plan is to fly to London and spend a few days there, then head over to Paris. Again, a few days, maybe a week, in the city, then we want to rent a house somewhere for about 10 days. I need a picturesque house somewhere with markets ... Spouse requires access to the Tour.

Field of Dreams

Last Friday morning, about half an hour after I got up, I remembered a dream I'd had. Spouse and I were heading off to New York again, just for a week this time. In the dream I was talking to friends, casually saying 'oh yes, I know we went last year, but we just felt we needed another little visit'. Ha.

I told Spouse. He rolled his eyes at me over his coffee (standard form of morning communication in this house) and then said 'Well, I have to get a new job this year, and I plan to take a week or two off between jobs'. Um, WHAT? He then told me that return tickets to NY are actually still quite cheap.

OK, so it's not exactly a plan, and I'm sure Spouse will come to his senses eventually, and really we could take the kids to Bali for two weeks for the same amount of money, but it's a thought ... Longer-term, I'm now 100% determined that we will move to the States for a couple of years when Kid 2 has finished school. Jobs? Dunno, I'll work something out. House? See previous. Green Card? Hmmm.

Friday night is baseball night. The diamond above is in Central Park. This one is ours, which we share (not very amicably on their part) with a rugby league club. Field of dreams indeed.