Dear Blogubarra readers,

Jetlag Kitchenette.

I got in late to Texas IAH from London and jet-lagged, wrote down a few thoughts on ‘rope-stone-hook’.  – not really finished – just practice.

Awake ! – I also plan to default on a crazy Facebook alphabet pyramid scheme and now – cause its 4.30am, thinking food perhaps ? The tiles on the floor at the end of the room should have been a clue, as should have the sign on the hotel itself, as should have been the booking in the itinerary.  Yes – this room has a kitchenette with a big fridge in it.  Switching on the light, it also has Red themed decor and blank walls save a few paintings prints and a travel poster from the Gatsby era looks like.

Still Awake at 5 am… looking like the fridge is empty, save the rest of the toll-house cookie in the freezer.  Did I get that ?- eat it -? then forget it for the evening ?.. probably.  No critical judgement!  I’m reminded that even ‘Blended’ as a movie seems of interest at 37,000 feet, but then only after 8 hours of flying or so when you’ve see a few others already.  Google {Convenience Store} ! [So at 6.30am I’ll be down in the Fiesta mart — looking for ingredients for breakfast for a week].

Breakfast you say ? what about parties ?.  Not sure I’ll have time for that and The Office tends to take care of evenings with dinner meetings and conference calls. Now,  if I was in Oz – and there was a party – it would probably end up shifting to the kitchen with the host washing up and the guests drinking beer or perhaps coffee.  Yes, but I’m a hopeless host when it comes to parties on the road.  In fact I’ve never really hosted one. Some rock star agents probably host parties nightly for their rock god charges while on the road.  Engineering however seems to require rationality every morning.   Engineering outings in the evening tend to dinner with drinks – sitting down.  Perhaps I can change that this coming Friday.  It will be Gabrielle’s[my daughter] birthday by then – being a bunch of hours behind on the next day down under.

Still the FB pyramid scheme did mean i looked for a song starting with a G.  G for Gabrielle, ‘Gabrielle’s Message’ by Sting.  There’s a website Jango which is a great concept – but constantly suggests to me to sign up with facebook or else compels me to listen to loud Ads.  I liked the song but no -I won’t post it to Facebook to exhort my small group of friends and friends of friends to join in –  I’m not THAT jet-lagged.  Friends to join in? I would prefer a real event with real people,  even if there is an empty kitchen just behind me in the dark.

Hark ! – what dawn light now streams through the window and it’s now nearly 6am.  By 8am the fridge should have some oatmeal; milk;eggs;celery;carrots;bread;lettuce;OJ; and a few beers in it.  Sorry I forget – can’t buy beers before 12 noon from the supermarket in Texas at least.

The walls will have some postcards blue-tacked on to relevant metal surfaces.  I carry a collection of postcards around with me.  Helps remove the jetlag, since it reminds me of other places in other time zones and other great friends and family I have.