Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Homecoming RulesThere's nothing good about goodbyes, nor anything to stave off that first huge sadness as one turns the key in the lock and re-enters the rooms one left with joy and springy step when the whole trip lay ahead.
I *seem* to be getting better at handling those first depressing hours.
- Haul suitcase into bedroom and make yourself unpack the essentials: gifts, toiletries, clothes to wardrobe, books/CDs to be shelved
- Run deep bath with all the perfumes of Araby into which clamber with your mountain of mail at hand, a large rubbish bag and stout paper knife. Now is not the time to be faint-hearted.
- Separate bills from private mail and all decent reading/listening matter. Everything else is junk you will never get round to. Toss into the basket.
- Submerge in bath, wash hair and shave and soap assorted nooks and crannies.
- Towel and talc down and pamper yourself with welcome-home unguents. Pour large whiskey
- Boot up 'puter pay those online bills you can kill there and now. Reward self with fresh slug of scotch.
- Do NOT play those Greek/Italian CDs you brought back to relive those blissful days. It's over.
- Top up scotch
- Make list of pals to phone in order of cheery conversation. Halve that list and check freshness of scotch.
- Ignore the damn'd phone
- Turn on radio and check news: you're back in the land of the living, laboring and impecunious. Lay out ingredients for a *proper* meal. Plenty of months ahead for a slacker's Hotpocket. Heavy lifting is required: reviving food and a good bouteille de vin is essential.
- Put Django Reinhardt on sound system and crank up vol.
- Light cig, open diary and plan next day's action, starting with emails 0800-0900hrs, phone calls 0930-100. At least two unbreakable appointments for the next day's afternoon.
- Kill CD and take down trusty dusty guitar and strum once only all those songs you wrote on hol.
- Cork the whiskey and return bottle to drinks cabinet; that's enough of the hard stuff.
- Attend to cooking and whistle a happy tune as you knead that steak into shape. Raise your glass of Volnay and toast a damn'd good time.
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