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Hi, I'm Annie.

Mother of 3,
spouse to G,
writer of things,
former batgirl,
sister,
daughter,
lucky friend,
and American
living in Australia.

Basic Joy = my attempt to document all of this life stuff, stubbornly looking for the joy in dailiness. 

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Entries in M (70)

Thursday
Dec062012

Working Girl

 

At Maddy's new school, all of the students in her grade do a work experience/internship at the end of the year. Thanks to the help of a kind teacher and a bit of lucky timing, Maddy interviewed and got an internship at the Japanese embassy where she's helping to support a fellowship program--organizing applications, putting together a database, and entering data.

She was nervous--especially since she doesn't actually speak Japanese!--but it's been a great experience and everyone has been supportive and welcoming (and everything's been in English, mostly). She even played tennis with some of the diplomats at lunch one day and reported that they were indeed very diplomatic about her comparatively lower level of tennis ability. Whew! Peace between nations maintained.

Organizing things, dressing in work clothes, international relations: If you know her, you know that's pretty much Maddy utopia.

Tuesday
Oct162012

The 36-hour birthday

How to have a 43rd birthday a month after arriving in Australia:

Send the kids to their first day of school. Watch one or maybe both fighting tears as they get out of the car and make the long solo walk to their new starts. Feel simultaneously proud and powerless.

Go home and have a little empathic (and probably birthday crash) meltdown. Cry in your bed a little. 

Get up and go to a movie with your love, who has taken the day off  (and who patiently waited for the carthartic tearstorm to blow over). Have lunch. Go shopping. 

Get an ipad. Officially and enthusiastically join that fan club.

Happily chat with parents via phone, who have lovingly ushered you through 43 years since that noon birth in New York City in 1969. 

Pick up the kids from school. Feast on their stories and observations and--especially!--the knowledge that everything will work out. Remind each other that friendships and new lives are not made in one day. Or one month.

Walk into your favorite Italian restaurant for dinner.  Hear the waitress say "Oh! Welcome back! So nice to see you again!" Mentally give yourself a high five.

Go home and decide we're all too full to have birthday pie. Offically extend birthday celebrations to the next day.

Wake up to heart-filling facebook messages and birthday emails. Relish and savor each little word morsel and maybe revisit them a couple of times throughout the morning.

Exchange chat and gossip and affection with Lauren via the phone.

Do some laundry. Go on a walk. Look forward to pie tonight.

Enough. Now go and embrace the year ahead.

Wednesday
Sep262012

Uniformly speaking

School starts in a couple of weeks (see below for more about that) so it was time to get the kids fitted out with uniforms. Say what you will about uniforms, they certainly make being the new kids a heck of a lot easier. No wondering what the cool clothes will be and whether your clothes are okay. Everyone wears the same thing, no worries, no exceptions. 

The girls' summer uniform is a cotton dress, blue wide-brimmed hat, white cotton anklets, and black shoes with a green blazer. Oh, and hair up and no (noticable) make-up. There's a p.e. uniform, too: shorts, shirt, jacket, rugby shirt, swim cap, and swim suit. Not all at the same time. We hope.

Ha! Sam threw his hat across the room just as I clicked this

Maddy's swim cap says "Deakin" for her house (yep, kinda like Griffindor and Slytherin)

Sam in his rugby uni, Maddy in swim cap and track jacket.

These two have been nothing short of heroic in their gameness to jump right in with enthusiasm. They have each toured their campuses, met their house masters and tutor group teachers, met with student buddies and been assigned classes.

In fact, when Sam toured his school they mentioned the school musical auditions were that week and invited him to try out. And he did!  I'm not sure I would have the wherewithal to show up at an audition at a school I didn't yet attend. But he decided to jump right in and went for it by himself, even though it was completely outside of his comfort zone.

Maddy pretty much took my breath away with her poise and positivity and confidence as she interviewed and chatted with all of the requisite people at her school. I could practically feel the ptwing of a few apron springs springing free.

Sly mompaparazzi shot of M's school tour

It's not all sunshine and bliss, let me quickly add. Of course there are teary times and nostalgia for what we left behind. The kids are at times a bit bonkers with all of this free time, no school yet, and none of our belongings here. Sometimes new isn't adventurous and exciting, it's just hard and unfamiliar. Sometimes the ketchup tastes different or our uber-togetherness sours to irritation or starting from scratch with finding friends feels overwhelming.  As Sam said last night, "Sometimes I just don't want to be the new guy anymore." 

But time will take care of most of it. One day we won't be the new guys anymore and it will all feel like home. In the meantime, we're in this rare, mostly blessed, in-between time, dwelling in possibility.

. . .

I've had a lot of questions about the kids' schooling here. The shortish answer is that they are starting up on October 15 with the 4th term of the school year, Sam at a boys' Anglican grammar school and Maddy at the girls' Anglican grammar school (though the two schools collaborate on music and theatre and other clubs so it isn't completely segregated all the time). While there isn't an international school here, these were the schools that were highly recommended to us by both Australians and expats; the studentbody is mostly Australian students with a bunch of international kids mixed in. Both schools offer the fantastic IB diploma program for years 11 and 12, which Maddy will begin at the start of next school year.

After this upcoming term they'll have another summer holiday! Since the seasons here are basically reversed from where we were (we are just heading into spring here as Concord heads into fall) the school summer holidays are in December-January and the students all move up to their new school year afterwards in February.  

That meant we had to decide whether to skip our kids forward 3/4 of a grade or back 1/4 of a year.  After lots of consideration and deliberation we all decided that they would repeat the last term of the year they just ended in June. This way they get to have that term to get used to life here, meet friends, get involved in activities and not have the pressure to zoom forward in all of their subjects. On top of all the other changes, why jolt them like that, you know? 

Saturday
Jul072012

Licensed and Legal

Way back when I got my license (Logan, Utah, circa 1986), as long as you had taken driver's ed and driven for a few hours (5?) with the instructor, you could show up on your 16th birthday, take the test, and drive away fully licensed. Wooo-hoooo!

My best friend Debbie took me to a drive-thru right after she got her license. We jerkily pulled up fully perpendicular to the ordering menu at McDonald's and yelled our orders, followed by a jumpy 235-point turn to get oriented the right direction, giggling all the way. Yeah. Maybe we weren't completely ready to be on the roads solo. It was more of an on-the-road-experience proposition.

Flash forward a couple of decades and across the country. The earliest you can get your license here is at 16 1/2, after six months of supervised driving with a permit, 18 hours of instructor hours (12 driving, 6 observing), 40 hours of parent supervised driving. On busy, intense Massachusetts roads with impatient, hair-trigger-horn-honking fellow drivers. And navigating crazy free-for-alls round-a-bouts to boot! 

She's ready, skilled, licensed, and legal.*  Let freedom ring!

Next challenge: learn to drive on the OTHER side of the road in Australia. Wheeee!

. . .

*Even now that she's licensed, she can't drive non-family members under 18 without someone over 21 in the car, too, for six more months. It definitely puts a damper on dating around here but Massachusetts is serious about new driver safety, y'all. So she STILL can't pick up her best friend and go to McDonald's drive-thru for another 6 months... 

Thursday
Jul052012

Self Evident and Unalienable

It rained last night and poured this morning so we started revising our 4th of July plans to indoors. Then, after the ward pancake breakfast, the skies cleared and the sun presided over the midday town picnic in the park. 

Humid cotton candy, oompa bands, bluegrass combos, a League of Women Voters used jewelry sale, hot dog stands, hula hoopers, Lizzie the Clown, neighbors and townfolk swathed in patriotic colors--all just a mile or so from the place where the revolution was started, culminating in these words drafted 236 years ago today:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness...and for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutally pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.*

What could be more patriotic than registering to vote for the first time?

 Uncle Sam wants YOU

Betsy Ross and the port-a-potties

Synchronized cotton candy 

God Bless America, land that I love. 

. . .

 *Listen to the entire Declaration of Independence here read beautifully by NPR reporters, commentators, and hosts.  

We also started out our day watching three of our favorite National Anthem performances: 

Whitney Houston
5 young talented girls
and the Dixie Chicks.