Friday, May 30, 2014

Slow but Sure


After three nights at, our friend and neighbor, Susie’s house we were able to unload our things in our own home. In some ways it felt totally familiar, and in other ways it was all so new. My first thought upon entering the front door was, “wow, with everything cleared out, these walls look pretty shabby.” First on the list, paint the living/dining room before we refinish the wood floors (already scheduled for July). Plan for preparation of walls for all of the art we brought home. Check.

The previous day I had bought a new smart phone (my first!) but Andy was going to hold on to his flip phone until he decided what kind of “upgrade” he wanted, so he went in search of his phone and charger among the storage. Just so you know, this was Andy’s original cellphone, the first one he ever had – it’s almost 10 years old. He flipped it open and damn if it wasn’t still charged at 75%! Seriously. It’s the Energizer Bunny of phones. We are both now accessible by phone. Check.


While we were gone, we had essentially used our new bedroom suite as a storage unit. After unloading our luggage, we set upon clearing out the bedroom so that we might sleep in it tonight. Four chairs and one dining room table into the garage. Check. One guest room bed frame, che……. Not so fast, Ann’s back. I had been waking up with a stiff back, but no pain to speak of, for three or four nights, but one awkward lift of a bed frame and I was down for the count. SOOO FRUSTRATING!!

After an initial meltdown, I thought about the lessons I wanted to bring home with me from my sabbatical. Probably the number one change I want to make in my life is to slow down and manage my stress better. I took ibuprofen, put some ice on my back, and took a deep breath. I sat and watched while Andy opened the three paintings we had shipped home. One of our cats, Margaret, stuck her head out for the first time to investigate. No worries.

One of our paintings with other Australia memorabilia

Monday, May 26, 2014

More is Better, Except When it's Not

We couldn't help but compare our sights and sounds while driving through California with those we had just experienced while living in Australia. A word that kept coming up for me was "more." More bottomless coffee, more soda, more food on a plate.... Here are 10 more things we noticed.

1. More traffic, more big cars, and more traffic cops. We waited an hour in traffic just to get across the Golden Gate Bridge to get to Sonoma and I saw two stretch Hummers! I learned that sitting in that kind of traffic makes me even more crazy than when Andy is driving on the left side of the road.


2. More ethnic diversity. We realized we missed the mix of cultures that we experience in California.

3. More people who are homeless, and they have more stuff. In Australia, we occasionally saw people who we perceived to be experiencing homelessness, but not many.


4. More non-alcoholic beer! In all the restaurants we ate in Australia, only one had non-alcoholic beer. Andy has had success in every one here so far.

5. More disposable paper toilet seats. I never saw these once in Australia, but on the whole, the public toilets were very accessible and clean there.


6. More cars stop for pedestrians. Australians we met were really friendly, but I learned to never expect a car to stop for me. Not that all cars yield to people in California, but a surprising amount did on this trip.

7. More national flags (but no indigenous flag). American flags are made into any sort of product and then displayed, repeatedly. I mused that the Honda dealer had a 50 foot American flag on their lot, but across the road the Ford dealer did not. Not sure who owns what anymore, though.

8. More sand dollars on the beach. These have barnacles. I'm not actually sure if there are sand dollars in Australia or not, but we never ran across any.

That's an Australian $2 on the right. :-)

9. More salad options. In almost every restaurant we've been to in California so far, each had heaps of salad options.

10. More squirrels of many types (this is easy since there are no squirrels in Australia...). This is a ground squirrel, sometimes referred to as a prairie dog, we saw at a La Purisima Mission.


We even saw some Australian emus in a cheesy roadside attraction (and ostriches - who knew ostriches are twice as big as emus!).

Emus
Ostriches
 
However, we did not see more koalas or kangaroos, because these are best seen in Australia as a natural attraction of the roadside. Seeing koalas never gets old, and as it turns out, showing people pictures of koalas never gets old either!


Thursday, May 22, 2014

Re-Entry

Our 9 am flight out of Melbourne was delayed 90 minutes and the pilot said he could "make up" some of the difference so our flight was only 13 hours instead of 14. Unfortunately, I strained by back last week and only exacerbated it while bending over to reach my bag from under my airplane seat. It made for less than ideal sitting conditions.

We arrived at LAX at 7 am, two hours before we left the same day. The international dateline is funny that way. Andy's brother Bob sent a car to pick us up and we were whisked down to Orange County to our jet lag recovery retreat (Bob and Mimi's house).

This doesn't suck.

It is pretty surreal to be back in the US. On the drive from the airport, I caught myself looking up at the eucalyptus trees for koalas and laughed out loud at myself. I also noticed we have jacaranda trees here which I never realized before. They are in full spring bloom. I can tell it's going to be fun to observe my surroundings here with a new point of comparison. I watched the birds and looked at the clouds thinking about how they were alike or different from those in Warrnambool. The familiar smell of jasmine is everywhere.

Our first night we went for Mexican food and I had my first (of two) margaritas in a year. The next morning we opted for bagels with cream cheese and the long-awaited bottomless cup of coffee. As good as the coffee was in Australia, we longed to linger over the repeated refills, prolonging the hot cup of joe (for only $2.25!). I even had a soda with lunch so I could have root beer (not common in Australia) and refill it as many times as I wanted! (Not that I wanted more than one huge cup of soda, but it's American induction.)


After some rest, relaxation, and visiting family (add Andy's nephew Dana and wife Lynn), we picked up a rental car and prepared ourselves for the other side of the road. Turning is when I get most confused about which lane we should be in. We had intended to buy a car in LA and drive it home but couldn't find what we wanted, so we're going up country in a Kia Soul. Southern California freeways, and the many many many cars on them, are definitely different from down under (three prepositions in a row, how cool is that?).


Our reason for the trip up the coast is threefold. 1) Our tenant doesn't leave our house until this weekend, so we needed to be somewhere for a week 2) We were anxious to see our friends and family along the coast and 3) We thought we'd need this time to wean ourselves off the ocean. Our plan is to reconnect to our coastline and make a commitment to visiting it more often. Our first stop north was in Santa Barbara at Bob and Mimi's beach house to visit two more of Andy's nephews (Sam and Rob).

Even though it's rainy, this doesn't suck either.
I still feel a bit unsteady, but I'm hoping that this cruise up the coast will be just what I need to slide back into my life here.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Weekend Goodbyes

What a great send off. We tried to take in every last bit of our community before leaving on the Monday morning train.

Friday night we attended a dance hosted by the Zest for Life organization. It was a social event for people with disabilities and other dance enthusiasts in the community to spend some time two stepping together. Andy cut a rug with a few folks from his TAFE class. We were so happy to see Michael, with whom we attended the Tarrington Lanternfest back in November. Michael was waving around his cowboy hat with glee. There was so much movement on the floor that all my pictures are blurry.


Some community dance regulars all dressed up for the occasion.
Saturday morning we walked through a small farmer's market and downtown to the lane way art festival. We ran into many friends and enjoyed the warm autumn weather.



Saturday night our friends threw an Aussie themed going away party, which meant variations on the Australian flag, classic Aussie food, and a few bogan references. The sparkler cake was brought in accompanied by everyone cheekily singing the Australian national anthem. As an "exercise in multiculturalism," we were cajoled into singing the US national anthem. We initially resisted the duet, so in a show of support everyone loudly hummed along until the last line when the whole room erupted in "AND THE HOME. OF THE. BRAVE!" (Apparently, watching the Olympics gives you a working knowledge of the US national anthem.)


I was having such a good time that I only shed a few tears here and there. I know we told the local paper that we would miss the magpies most, but truth be told, we will miss our wonderful Aussie friends. Fortunately, we have some pretty terrific friends back in Chico to look forward to.

(The lighting in my pictures was really poor, but here are a few party shots.)




Sunday we said goodbye to our landlords and headed to the Warrnie for our last Sunday afternoon music fix. We went to see our favorite band, The Chosen Few. Good friends, good music, and good food. A great way to say goodbye.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Return of the Shells

Over our course of time here we have received many gifts, both tangible and intangible.

Not the least of these have been shells, bits of wood, and other story fragments who picked us up at the beach and took us home.

We gave them a wave goodbye the other day, next to a rising tide.














Monday, May 12, 2014

Question of Balance


(by Andy)
 
I’ve been a bit moody, but not blue.

A bit here.  A bit there.

The see-saw tips back and forth between ready to be home and not ready to leave.

The feet are still firmly planted in just being here though, and they push off with conviction into the up and down.

A few days ago I had the first of what now seems to be a series of last foreshore walks to the mouth of the Hopkins, my favorite ending and beginning place.

A pair of pelicans feeding at the estuary was there for me.

I finally got to see a river eel, as one of the pelicans caught one.

These pelicans were not diving into the water to fish. Rather, they were meandering about like two paddle boats, slowly making their way here and there in the shallow water. They would periodically bob for apples, or in this case fish.

I got to see the eel because it did not fit within the pelican pouch. About a foot of it hung out the side. The pelican would toss its head back to try to get the eel all the way inside.

The eel would try to wiggle and squiggle its way back out.

A fine question of balance it was.

My eel cycle came to completion with its disappearance into the pelican.

On the way home I spotted a wallaby watching me, a playful turnabout marking a return about ready to play out.

A mini exaltation of brown wrens flew up from the path and into the bush. It was quite amazing to see them disappear right before my eyes. They are still there, a hidden piece of a larger whole, a felt but unseen part of the scene.

Each step of my walk vanishes too as I move forward. 

I look back.  The steps are gone behind me, now part of a larger journey still to come.

The grasses are beginning to put on their winter coat. The textures and colors I remember from one of my first foreshore excursions are back in fashion.

I too feel well seasoned.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Day at the Otways


Our last road trip. Bernie and Kristian had wanted to take us to the Otways all year and we finally found a time we could all get there together. The Otway Fly Treetop Adventures offers ziplining, but on this misty morning we opted for the only slightly less adventurous treetop walk. To know there was a rainforest just 2 hours from where we live in temperate southern Victoria is amazing. Like most natural phenomenons we have experienced in Australia, it did not disappoint. "Otway Fly Tree Top Walk is the highest (25 m) and longest (600 m) walk of its type in the world. It is able to withstand 280km/h winds."


Gorgeous colors of the gum tree as the bark strips away

A well-fernished rainforest


Who knows what lurks in the rainforest...

The four of us, lurking...
I think that's Andy taunting me as he walked the cantilever on his own.
There was also lots to see up close.

Kangaroo fern

Many a fungi


Kristian took this with his fancy camera. Beautiful.

On our way home we stopped along the coast. This closed a loop for us. Bernie and Kristian took us out to the Great Ocean Road for the first time our second week here. Andy and I noted as we walked along the throngs of tourists at the Twelve Apostles that we felt a bit territorial. Who were these people tromping over our paths along the coast? It was a fantastic day and a fitting final trip.


Halfway down the Gibson Steps

At the Twelve Apostles where it all began