Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Hi, gang! I'm just back from my week in rat race Sydney. My pockets are empty, my feet ache and my head is still spinning - phew! Nice to visit, but no place for a hayseed like myself. If I stayed any longer someone would surely have planted me in the botanical garden.
You know I have to inflict at least one holiday snap on you. It's obligatory to torture readers after such a prolonged absence, so here is the view from my hotel's glass-enclosed swimming pool on the 17th floor. You should have seen this view at night- almost a 360 wall of lights reflecting in the dark waters of Darling Harbor. I felt like I was swimming in heaven. Since eateries and shopping establishments from a plethora of cultures and designers lined the harbor banks, who knows, maybe it WAS heaven?
Or so it seemed until my bratz found and consumed all the sugar packets in our suite's comlimentary coffee bar. Then the angels went bad. I think real estate values tumbled, along with everything else. Their bouncing probably shook the hats off peasants in China. Maybe it was the sugar high that convinced them that the hotel's silk pillows would make good cannon fodder in a battle of the beds. But it wasn't entirely their fault. I mean REALLY!!!! WHO puts kids beds on wheels, even in an urban Mecca? Sheesh. Why not just paint a large target on the emaculate white plaster walls. At least my boys didn't throw themselves or anything else from our tenth floor balcony, though I came close to throwing myself off a few times.
Shopping in Sydney is an artform perfected by lipstick-enhanced barracudas in Jimmy Choo stilletos. I swear, those girls must be born with shop mirrors super-glued to their foreheads. Foreign chicks (i.e. anyone not from Sydney)can take a hike, preferably back to Hickville in their gumboot specials, since everyone knows the barracudas OWN the changing rooms and the shop girls. Needless to say, I came away from the eye-catching boutiques without clothes, well other than the ones I wore in, though even that was a close call- lucky my clobber was sooooooo last season!
Now I'm back in Tassie, and it's time to get serious about finishing edits on "One Doctor:Well Heeled" and "Come to Heal". I have to get them done. Christmas is coming and I'll soon have to change into my Santa hat, also very last season. Of course some things are timeless classics, at least outside of Sydney they are. (Believe me, after seeing a fluffy purple christmas tree for sale in Sydney I figure NOTHING is timeless there!)
Anyway, I want my manuscripts done before the gingerbread and eggnog call. I also have a short to write for a very worthwhile charity, but you'll have to wait for another post to hear about that one.