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You have reached the website of The Wandering Susan. She’s not available to connect to the internet right now, but if you hang on tight, she’ll be with you as soon as she can. Your readership is important to her, and she thanks you for your patience. Your curiosity will be satisfied in due time. […] Graham, my one-time supervisor and long-time friend, shouts at me from across the hall where he’s having a Sunday-morning sleep-in. It’s early, around seven, and I’ll be on a plane in less than twelve hours. “Your plane’s been canceled, darling. All planes to Boston have been grounded until further notice. Guess you’ll just have to […] There were volcanoes, killer whales, beaches, bars, picnics and mountains…and then we were back in Auckland. Kelli’s two weeks: hopelessly inadequate, but still a wonderful opportunity to share a place that I love with someone that I love. Someone that I STILL love, two weeks later, despite the fact that she thinks I’m a dirty […] “Kelli and Susan drove down state highway 47, looking out the windows at volcanoes and eating chocolates while listening to Flogging Molly,” Kelli narrated. “Fear and Loathing has nothing on us!” I returned. “Except hallucinogenics.” It’s a whole new phase of my NZ experience – Kelli Time! It’s strange to me: here I am, back […] Today I have spoken more words than I have uttered in the last month. My throat is dry, my tongue and mouth are tired, but I am out of my head – I have rejoined humanity and am relearning the finer points of human communication. I’m on the North Island: this bustling metropolis of an […] For most of today, I have managed to forget that it’s that day. Kelli arrived at the crack of dawn and has stepped fearlessly into the role of Navigator / Parking Helper / Decisive Plan-Maker. Thank God for that, as my return to Auckland (civilization! a city! oh, the horror!) has been less than successful. […] …I find my way out of the rain forest! Has it really been a month? Can I blame the delay in updates on my freezer-burned brain? Apologies, faithful readers. Writing, as of late, has felt more like work than play, and after six months as an Antarctic galley slave, I’m all about play. This is […] Several songs come to mind at this point… “…just spent six months in a leaky boat” “…we all live in a yellow submarine” My boat isn’t a submarine (though it is painted yellow), and whether it’s leaky or not I can’t say, as it’s in permanent dry dock on top of a hill, but it’s […] I rejoined civilization at 10pm yesterday, and all I have to say is this: YAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! It’s about 70 degrees F, the sun is out, I’m wearing a skirt and no shoes, and I just woke up from a nap in a sunny patch of grass with Lumir. In the last 24 hours (less than, actually), […] Check it out – two entries in two days! You lucky dogs. This is less of an update, though, and more of an addendum, an appendix. I was unhappy with the update I wrote yesterday in its dealings with “toastiness” (or, the gradual, Antarctica-enduced losing of one’s mind). I didn’t feel that it captured the […] |
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