This morning I drove to the office with my family, and after breakfast they went off in search of a local park and the museum of small things. Three hours later they came back, having failed to visit the museum and instead going to a park full of drug addicts, and then to the local branch of REI, a sporting goods cooperative. In the afternoon, my presentations completed, I took them on a tour of Seattle.
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I got to sleep about four this morning and then got up at eight, revolted by the contents of my sinuses, and then took a bus to work, leaving my wife to tend to the children. Who didn’t wake up until 11:30. That was sort of convenient for my wife (except for the anguish of suspense) but it left her in the quandary that if they had a nap, they’d never sleep tonight.
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This morning, after an interminable night of La Serpiente tossing and turning, culminating in her sleeping on my lap on the living room couch for three hours, we went out to the Ballard Farmers Market and I bought chocolate, doughnuts, coffee and an enormous oversized sweater for La Serpiente. Then we all went home and the kids went back to bed, until we woke them in the afternoon to go to the pub.
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I don’t recall sleeping on the plane today, so my eyes were bloodshot, the entire whites turning red. I veered from feeling dreadful to normal, depending on how much coffee I’d drunk, but mostly awful. The key to fighting jet lag is to keep moving, whether that’s across the city or across time zones. So today while everyone else was napping I went to Target and bought a car seat to transport Destroyer in, as well as argue with a sales assistant about the behaviour of Coke drinkers (pace How Brands Grow).
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My alarm went off at 3:30 this morning and we pulled ourselves out of bed. Getting to the airport was blissfully easy; we moved all the luggage out to the lift first, and then plucked out drowsing children from their beds and took them down to the car park. This time round we made our lives simpler by hiring a taxi with car seats for the kids rather than hump carseats and boosters down with us. Destroyer was calm and La Serpiente at first clingy, then perky as we travelled through the dark.
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Back in Singapore, cleaning myself up after pushing Destroyer around in the running stroller for half an hour, I was taken aback by how far away Jakarta seemed. I’d gone from a shower on the 53rd floor of a hotel, to am airport, to a plane, to a taxi, to the 23rd floor of am office building and then to the 40th floor of our apartment block without a pause. A frictionless lurch through time and space.
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Today I went to a meeting in Jakarta. That meant taking a taxi to the airport, taking a plane (that was half an hour late taking off), and then a taxi into town that took almost two hours to get me to my destination. Frankly, I felt like I’d been taken for a ride. Tomorrow, it’s back to Singapore so I’ll do the whole thing in reverse, while reading articles about the problems with Jakarta’s mass transit systems.
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