Post 365 Days – Week 4 – Observations upon arriving home

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Just a few observations on this latest trip.

You think you’re going to maintain your routine but the time change, jet lag, living out of hotels, dining out – it all messes with you or at least with me.

During these fourteen days away I –

  1. did not do any yoga, chair or otherwise
  2. meditated exactly three times
  3. managed to work out in my room a total of three times using the Tabata ap as motivation
  4. visited the hotel gym just twice
  5. regularly ate after 8pm, an absolute no-no when home
  6. drank wine or beer with nearly every meal, unheard of at home

I also did not stick to spending only the money I had converted upon arrival.  I wish I could say I’d only spent it on gifts for others – those back in the office who didn’t get to make the trip and neighbors looking after the mom and the house.  A good chunk of what I spent was on myself.

The hardest part for me is leaving behind the snacks and beverages I buy so I’m covered if I wake up starving at 3am, as I did for the first few nights.  My stomach is such a creature of habit.

One of the best things I did was subscribe to the digital version of “The Week” – the bite size condensed news items were the exact length for digestion over breakfast or while I had a few minutes waiting for the rest of my group to gather.  The luxury of an hour to digest the digital NY Times or read my book was rarely available.

Well, those are my thoughts on this (+11 hour) location.

365 Days of Writing – Day 172 – Random Thoughts

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Time to engage in a little navel gazing.  Random thoughts, they are what prompted me to start this blog. I wanted to have an outlet for the thoughts that pop into my head like bubbles daring me not to burst them.  Before they disintegrate into thin air, I attempt to capture them here.

These thoughts are not deep nor meant to be any more important than soap and water creations. But perhaps they will spark thoughts of your own and your thoughts, shared, might spark another thought and who knows where it will end.

Earlier in the day I found an entry I’d made on the notes ap of my iPhone – 180 degrees, 15 minutes.  As proof I’ve spent too much time in the air, my first thought was that it indicated a point in space. I left the note hoping I’d remember its meaning.  Then this morning, lying in bed unable to sleep it came to me clearly.  I’d watched a cooking show on the airplane – it was a “lifestyle” option on list of TV shows available.  An English girl, in Paris, turned her tiny, tiny apartment into a restaurant nightly and prepared meals for two using her own take on classic French dishes.  She didn’t even have a proper stove, she used a dual propane burner like people use in camping.  Despite her limitations she had a following and, obviously, a TV show.  180 degrees, 15 minutes was the temperature and time eggs needed to cook nestled in crust-less, buttered brioche stuffed into large muffin tins, topped with grated cheese – her take on Croque Madame or perhaps Monsieur.

Not sleeping due to jet lag does have its up side.  Not only do you remember otherwise forgotten recipes, there are interesting shows on the radio at 3am.  I listened to one from the BBC. In the morning I searched through the BBC website but I couldn’t find the show.

It was an interview/discussion format, with a live audience, about the meaning and implications of globalization.  As the speakers pointed out, the word “globalization” is being tossed out a lot these days but do we know what it means?  Does it mean the end of borders and the free flow of goods or is it a marketing tool for multi-national corporations to gain dominance over local businesses? Much smarter people than I debated this point and if I could only remember some of their arguments, I could sound very wise. Unfortunately I was in a jet lagged haze so I can’t recall any specifics.

I do recall one of the panelist brought up semantics and somehow moved the discussion around to the issue of identity vs. identification.  When people are asked where they’re from how do they respond?  Do they say I’m an American or I’m a New Yorker?  Would you, he asked the audience, identify yourself by your city, your state, your country or your continent?  Do any of those become your identification?  I guess it was the point that borders won’t disappear as long as people get a sense of identity based on geography.  I’m a sucker for semantics.  I should have been an English major!

To jump again to another topic entirely, I read about a new book, by Rebecca Solnit, called “The Faraway Nearby” – I never would have purchased the book based on the title but the paragraph below the title guaranteed I would own it.  It said the book “offers a set of interior investigations, focusing on the importance of stories in making meaning and the necessity of narrative and empathy…the author interweaves personal material (about her mother’s memory loss, among other subjects)….” .  Personal stories?  Mother’s memory loss? I couldn’t wait to read her take on what I’m living with.  The amazing thing is, I didn’t have to wait, not really.  I went onto Amazon.com and within seconds the book magically appeared on my Kindle.  Just like that, out of the ether, a book is there for me to start reading.  If we can’t find that something to marvel over then we’ve become far to complacent with technology!

I’ve got to run. I have a book to read.  I’ll be back to you tomorrow. Go out and be amazed!

365 Days of Writing – Day 136 – I love Ambien!

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After weeks of seeing my travel companions dozing on long flights, arriving at breakfast the first morning looking refreshed and being able to show up at work upon return and make it through a day – all attributable to Ambien, I visited my doctor and got a prescription.

I am not a drug friendly person. I rarely take even aspirin. I was nervous about Ambien. My doctor suggested that before my trip, when I have the option of 8 hours of sleep, I take one so “I’d know how it affected me.”

I’d heard the stories. I knew that people sometimes did wacky things on Ambien. I worried so much about what I might do that I didn’t do a test run. I figured the airplane was the safest place to test Ambien. I wouldn’t get far before a flight attendant would get me back into my seat and driving under the influence? Absolutely not an option while flying a mile high.

For better or worse, I was booked on a connecting flight to Paris. The second leg was 9 hours in total but with time out for the meal, take-off and landing (when you cannot sleep), I really only had about 7 hours for potential sleep time – not the 8 my doctor had mentioned. I decided not to take an Ambien. Luckily I was able to get about four hours of sleep without the aid of drugs, which was enough for me to function upon arrival.

And so it went during my week in Paris. I was either able to sleep enough most nights without the Ambien or I didn’t have a full 8 hours of what we call “turnaround” (the time between wrap and the next call time).

It wasn’t until I arrived home that I took out the white pill bottle. I hadn’t slept at all on the two legs back to Los Angeles. I had eaten more meals than I could count and one huge dessert. My system was in full revolt. It was 7:30pm PST when I walked through my front door which in Paris was 4:30am – I’d woken up at 6am in Paris the previous day so I was going on nearly 24 hours of being awake.

Making apologies to my mom, who was thrilled to finally have someone around to whom she could complain, I went into my bedroom, took an Ambien and lay down. I was so tired, without feeling sleepy, that I didn’t worry about the risks of Ambien. I really didn’t care if I never woke up as long as I could go to sleep. I put on the radio, so happy to hear NPR again, and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew it was 3am and I was awake. I wasn’t ready to jump out of bed but I didn’t feel tired, just a little groggy. An hour of lounging in bed later and I’m awake and feeling like I can make it through a day of work. I love Ambien. Never again am I going to risk tossing and turning to readjust to local time!

365 Days of Writing – Day 34

I’m not certain if I gained a day or lost it – though I think the latter is the case. The flight was grueling. Despite my efforts to beat jet lag, it kicked me in the butt. Internet is challenging. I’m keeping a journal, pen and paper don’t require power (something that comes and goes at will here) or a connection (which had been a challenge but now that I have a lovely new Safaricom dongle might be less so).

I think the best plan it to catch up once I’m back in country. I didn’t promise myself 365 days of posting, just writing, and I’m sticking to that.

Please don’t give up on me! I promise plenty of new posts with pictures by the 13th of Feb. or perhaps the 14th and it’ll be my valentines day gift to the blogosphere. An assortment of yummy posts in a pretty pink box with a bow.