Planning the Stay-cation
Earlier I complained that I wasn't doing very well in terms of getting writing assignments. Then, I don't know what happened. Maybe all the assignment editors came back from summer vacation? Maybe we had lots of extra space in the newspaper to fill? Who knows how these things work? Recently, I've been swamped.
First was this little Globespotters post about Golden Week and Mid-Autumn Festival. (None of it is news for anyone living here.)
Now I have an article coming out tomorrow on the booming trade in China-banned books in Hong Kong. (Run out and buy the Wednesday IHT, folks!) I have a second one on hold for later, a third one that has to be written, and a fourth that hasn't been reported yet.
By coincidence, I'm scheduled for a six-day week in the office this week. When it rains, it pours. I can't complain. I asked for it.
It would have been nice if the deluge came a little later. I was hoping some of the work would fall in mid-October, since Marc the Metrosexual and I have time off then. I do enjoy reporting and writing, particularly when I have whole days devoted to it.
We're planning a Stay-cation, mostly for money-related reasons. (A "stay-cation" is like a "va-cation," only you stay where you are. It's a relatively new word, probably coined by Americans with shrinking budgets).
In July, we paid off our renovation loan. In August, we went to Europe. In September we paid for new air conditioning. Therefore in October, it's the Stay-cation.
I don't mind. There are a million things I don't do, like go to the gym or the pool, or ride my horses.
I can't complain that I don't have time to do these things -- if I really put my mind to it, I could. (One of my colleagues, who works similar hours, runs marathons) But I often feel overwhelmed and tired, so I don't.
It sounds stupid, but sometimes I like having a few days to run errands and go grocery shopping. On our fridge is a growing list of neglected small tasks. (E.g. buy a new egg timer after Hugo the Cat pushed the old one into the wet sink and broke it. Who can blame him? It was small, cute and egg-shaped. Looked just like a cat toy.)
I also have to get a new phone. My current one is five years old, and even the discount Kowloon taxi guys I use make fun of me for it since it can't take photos.
Oh, also blogging. Poor neglected Joyceyland.
And visiting my grandma, who's been ill.
Speaking of such things, it's been months since we've seen some of our close friends. Maybe we'll throw a dinner party. Marc and I both love cooking, but we usually only eat together at home after my Sunday shift.
Maybe I'll just lie down and sleep a few days.
I'm sure my five days off will go by in a flash.
A gratuitous photo of Hugo the Cat,
playing with a toy his "grandma" got him.
Every day is a Stay-cation when you're