just a baby

some sunday afternoon early 2006 : konedobu, port moresby : on the low bed I took in OurHero's house : an Indian bedspread covered with the pictorial debris of a life spent flitting through the days and moments of other lives across 2 continents (AKA sorting through travel photogrpahs)

Lahuvvers.

Some of you know who I am. Just a baby, an island baby. Can you see me now?

So so welly welly solly for being naughty lazy little shit over last 3 weeks or so. After babySister left, I just lost my urge to share. Also, have been pretty damn busy bee. Mostly partying or socialising or lunching or eating or making plans to do all the above. Yeah yeah.

So in quickie summary of an islandbaby's so-so life since the last time ........

• In tradition of Bill & Ted, my Most Excellent news is that Miss Pink Ukelele bought a raffle ticket from me and won first prize - a return trip for 2 to Cairns from Port Moresby .... and you know, can you even know the Best Part ... PinkUkelele is taking ... ME!!!!! Yeah baby!! We have now deemed PinkUkelele with the honour of the Order of the Most Excellent Gal About Town!! Not sure when we're coming down Cairns-the-one-stop-Mall way ... but will let you know. Before then though, PinkUkelele and I have a trip planned to the Goroka Show. Things are looking up for sure!
• Babysister came and went and MyMama is still in town ... the old lady is the bomb but for the last few weeks she has beens ending me to work with packed lunches AND migraines - the Lord knows I love her to death, however, she is putting a serious strain on my sanity with her maddening ways (will divulge at some later date).
• The lovely Ms Bomana came to town and I had to steal my time from her massive fan-base in POM and we got to play a little. Wish she didn't have to go back to Sydney though - we NEED people like you in this town lady!!
• A friend made through other Sydney friends came to PNG for the Operation Open Heart - where surgeons and nurses from Australia came and conducted over 200 heart operations in 10 days. Amos - don't know why you were nervous to get in the car with me!! Now you can go back and let all those Sydney rats know you had the pleasure of being the first to be my passenger out of a lotta lovers down there whom I owe time in the map-reading seat.
• On the physical side Islandbaby has been sliding down the slippery slope - and I think I hit my nadir on Sunday ... just stopped swimming and volleying and stopped walking and just started eating those choc monties (ricebag's absolute fave) and milk and making this milk-balloon tummy and ever-widening beerage thighs. Bit over it red-rover ... so have started the steep climb back to the top, or at least soemwhere higher up than this point in sloppy/slabby physique.
• Now that the cable TV is hooked up, have been watching WAY too much tv and having flailing dreams about NOT being what I need to be when I grow up ... which is a working and paid writer ..... aaaaaaaaaargh. So yessah - going through the age-old ricebag crisis of KNOWING what I am doing professionally is not what I am meant to be entirely when I grow up.
• Thanks to more glutty tv-time, there has been less book-time ... which has been absolutely awful. So, realising my reading has slowed to a dull lull, I have instigated a policy of no tv after 8pm in my house. There were some minor murmurs but its working and I am reading Ian McEwan and the hunger is returning for an islandbaby to ink to the mouth and produce something someone else might know to be true too.

So I woke up 2 days ago feeling like I, somehow in my sleep, have shifted from this month-long utter care-less attitude and am now feeling more like the me that knows better and does something about it. So it was back in the pool and back to the books and less crap attitude at work and more organisation about actually getting off the bum and writing the words I mean to write.

So I guess we'll see if these good intentions are true to form. I sure hope so. I need hope. I Need Hope to fill me up and scupper all the doubt. And the more I say it the more I understand what I am really seeking to confirm is hope that comes from - FAITH. And the spring of faith, I know, is Jesus.