Added bonus: it’s raining in Adelaide

3 Mar

Home for a few weeks. Bought the boys new DS games at Big W yesterday on account of they were awesomely well-behaved on what can only be described as a shit trip home. Worst part of trip is watching Adelaide pass underneath as you fly to Sydney where you must fill in five hours with boys who have NOT SLEPT A WINK (even if they tried) then catch another flight with a boy who finally falls asleep

Isn’t it lovely to be home. A quiet house on a quiet street with a lounge that is dented to suit the shape of your body. Isn’t it shit to remember that you cleaned out most of the drawers but not the one under the phone, the one with all the dead batteries and broken doorbells and and what the fuck are you going to do with it all.

Doesn’t your breath catch when you come into the market and sit at the tables where you used to meet your Dad and he would take your boys and buy them lollies and a comic.

Isn’t it awesome that you could get into the doctor straight away and all of the spots that aren’t exactly worrying you, but you know, what if, are all pronounced to have benign characteristics.

Isn’t it lovely that housesitters and mother-in-law have left weet-bix in the cupboard and apples in the fridge so that when you get home after 36 hours straight awake, you can stretch on the lounge which is dented to fit your body and move only metres in order to feed your boys

And then, isn’t it inconvenient that you didn’t keep your internet connection at home, but don’t you love that you bought this spiffy new netbook and can sit at the market in an internode hotspot and check your email while the boys play their new DS machines and people of a different generation look on and say to each other, Remember we used to talk to each other?

Show opens tomorrow night. Nervous as, but also well pleased with my script. Posting will be sporadic, but exuberant.


19 Responses to “Added bonus: it’s raining in Adelaide”

  1. Pavlov's Cat March 3, 2009 at 5:37 am #

    ‘… the one with all the dead batteries and broken doorbells and and what the fuck are you going to do with it all.’


    *Ahem* Just talking to myself, really. Move along, nothing to see here.

  2. genevieve March 3, 2009 at 9:32 am #

    break a leg, you good thing, you.
    Noice about the rain, too 🙂

  3. Kath Lockett March 3, 2009 at 10:06 am #

    Best of luck for your show, but I’m sure you won’t need it. I’m looking forward to reading your book soon, too!

  4. Pen March 3, 2009 at 1:21 pm #

    exuberance, good. Good.

    Hope the show adds triumphant to the mix as well.

  5. Stomper Girl March 3, 2009 at 1:48 pm #

    Break a leg (not really) for your show!

  6. The Coffee Lady March 3, 2009 at 2:57 pm #

    yes, chuck the batteries and the doorbells. You’ve hardly missed them, have you?

  7. SQ March 3, 2009 at 5:10 pm #

    Brilliant to have you home for a while.

  8. niccih March 4, 2009 at 3:02 am #

    Yes, do break a leg, and enjoy the stay.

  9. ampersandduck March 4, 2009 at 3:05 am #

    actually, that last comment was me, using a uni computer, not realising that I was logged in as the last user. Doh!

  10. Nick Crumbedprawn March 4, 2009 at 5:35 am #

    And the show is? 2009 Raw comedy? (which I’m no longer eligible to do having done it thrice). or something else?

    Chookas as theatrical people are wont to say…

  11. Sari March 4, 2009 at 5:59 am #

    I still remember the cappuccinos your Dad bought for me and M once at the Market. R2 thought your Dad looked just like Santa :-). He seemed like such a good person.

    Now you made me miss Adelaide and everything that comes with it. Enjoy your stay and your show!

  12. elsewhere March 4, 2009 at 1:54 pm #

    Oh! Just missed you…I left on Sunday morning.

  13. Deborah March 4, 2009 at 2:55 pm #

    Hoping the show is going well! I’m in not-such-a-good-space myself, so I’ve not come to see it, mostly because I don’t know who to ask to come see it with me. [Fill in the exile’s lament here.]

    I do know where you are coming from, about the comfort of home, the places you belong, the landscapes that sing in your heart. Alas, those same places that make you sing are the ones where I love, and ‘though I can see their beauty, can see that they might in time become home for me, 14 months out from the old country, I still lament my loss. Big sigh….

    I’m thinking of positives to come, like your book! And thinking of you and your dad, and the empty place for you in your home.

    And very much wishing you success in your show. All the very, very best for it.

  14. tigtog March 4, 2009 at 3:54 pm #

    Yeah, the show – are you in the Best of Adelaide showcase or is it just your own show?

  15. tigtog March 4, 2009 at 4:00 pm #

    Scratch that – I just followed the link in the About page and I am now enlightened. But why don’t I have a poster for that show?

  16. kim at allconsuming March 5, 2009 at 1:11 am #

    I’m drawing a stupid level of inexplicable comfort knowing you are back in the country.


  17. blackbird March 5, 2009 at 6:34 am #

    Looking forward.

    …and, YES.

  18. Mummy Crit March 5, 2009 at 12:49 pm #

    I have a friend who is also ‘back in Adelaide’ for a bit. Should I send him to your show?

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