Me and Steve
Gratitude

Steve, Thank You for Everything

The news of Steve Jobs’ passing today has left me sad.  Sadder then one should normally be for someone they’ve never met.  I even admit that my eyes have gotten a bit watery at times today.

Relatively speaking, my love affair with Steve has been a short one as I only made “The Switch” about seven years ago.  Others have been with Steve for decades.  But from the moment I powered up my first Macbook, I haven’t looked back.  I’m sometimes forced to return to the world of Windows but it always feels like an itchy wool turtleneck.  I can’t wait to get out of it and slip back into something more comfortable.

And though my love affair with Steve may have been short, it’s been deep and passionate.  He’s transformed the way I look at technology and the way I use it in my every day life.

iPod, thank you for helping me run farther and faster.  iPhone, thank you for keeping me connected and for always being there to capture the moments of everyday life.  iPad, thank you for entertaining my toddler on a trans-atlantic flight and for making my book light redundant.  MacBook Pro, thank you for having the power to transform my words and photos into something better than they would otherwise be.  Apple TV, thank you for providing hours of entertainment and for letting me keep up with the movies I no longer get out to see.

Thank you Steve.  Thank you for being an innovator and for having the vision to create and design technologies around life.  Thank you for putting a “ding in the universe.” – Steve Jobs

 

Fire
Expat Life

Heat, It’s a Matter of Perspective

While waiting to collect my quad grande vanilla latte at Starbucks today (yes, I drink that much coffee), the barista looked at me and asked “How do you like the heat?”  He was referring to the glorious Indian summer we’ve enjoyed here for the past week in southern England.  We’ve had exactly the kind of whether that people plan their holidays around, sunny with barely a cloud in the sky and temperatures hovering just above 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

It’s moments like this when it’s obvious to me that I’m not English.  Heat?  What heat?  It’s not hot man, it’s perfect.  I grew up in southern Virginia where the summer would regularly see weeks of 100 degrees and air so thick with humidity you could cut it with a knife.  It would be so hot and miserable you couldn’t stand outside in the middle of the day for more than a few minutes without having to go back in and rinse off all your sweat.  This is probably why I don’t fully appreciate tea the way the English do.  For good reason, the southern United States is a region of iced tea drinkers, and that’s what I know.  To me, tea is an icy beverage for quenching your thirst on a hot day, not something warm to shake off the damp chill.

I’m sure we’ll have typical English weather again soon enough.  But for now I am going to enjoy this glorious weather while it lasts.  This is the kind of whether that begs me to drive with the windows down, the radio up, and the wind blowing my hair into a ball of tangles.  I don’t care that I’m tying to get into the office and am stuck behind a tractor.  It just means I can enjoy the sun and a little more DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince singing Summertime.

So I said “no, I don’t mind the heat at all.  I love it!”

Writer's Block
Inspiration

Writer’s Block

Well, I’ve been away from the blog for a while.  I recognize that the only person who really cares about this is my grandmother, but I digress…

I think I’ve suffered with a case of writer’s block.  It’s not that I don’t have ideas in my head of things to write about or that there haven’t been things happening in my life.  It’s just that I haven’t been able to find the time or the creative energy to write them down.  And, maybe as I’ve left it for so long, I’ve been afraid to start again because no one is really reading anyway.

But, I really enjoy doing this.  I enjoy taking the pictures, I enjoy writing the words, and I enjoy the sharing.  So, I’m going to start back up again and if there are people out there that read, great.  If not, that’s OK too, because I still enjoy the process of creating this thing.

So there.  I’ve written a post.  A post about how I haven’t been able to post.  Now I’ve got that behind me and I can move on.  Phew.

Throwing Sand
Uncategorized

It Doesn’t Happen Often, but My Timing Was Just Right

I‘ve just spent the past few weeks on holiday in Virginia and North Carolina, and I’m thinking we picked a good time to leave.  You get used to the threat of hurricanes if you live in the area but earthquakes?? Are these signs of the apocalypse?

What a delightful few days we had on the beaches of North Carolina’s Outer Banks a couple of weeks ago. As they brace for Hurricane Irene and evacuate the Outer Banks, I’ll be thinking about friends and family and hoping they all weather the storm safely.

Little Boy Dreaming
Motherhood

Top Tips for Air Travel with a Toddler

Undertaking air travel with a toddler in tow can be a stressful.  Just last week, the Little Monkey and I completed the trans-atlantic journey to visit family in America.  I’d avoid this if I could but the reality is that when you live on an island, it’s pretty difficult not to get on an airplane if you want to travel.  And if your family lives 3000 miles away across an ocean, it’s not just difficult, it’s impossible.  OK, I could take a boat but let’s be realistic.  We’ve still got the return journey to complete (assuming that England is still a democratic state to which I can return), but here’s what I’ve learned so far.

  1. Pack more than one pair of extra clothes for your child.

    You never know when your toddler will have an explosive poo.  In our case it was before we even boarded the plane at Heathrow.  I made the call that the trash bin at Heathrow was a better place for the offending clothes then in my carry on bag.  This also meant that if we had another incident in our 14 hour journey, he’d have to travel naked.

  2. Bring your own entertainment.

    Now I’d packed a few books and crayons and puzzles and things that I thought might keep my child entertained for the long journey.  But I had thought that we’d spend at least part the time watching whatever cartoons and kids movies were available on the flight.  That is until they announced that the in flight entertainment system was broken.  Good god!  You mean I’ve got to keep a two-year old entertained for seven hours in a confined space without TV?  Thankfully, I had the foresight to copy a few videos onto my iPhone (further evidence that this is the greatest device ever invented) and let’s just say it was a good thing I did or there would have been a mutiny.

  3. Plan ahead for the security checkpoint(s).

    If your child has a favorite toy that they cling to for comfort, be creative and figure out how to get this away from them before security.  Prying Mr. Zebra away and waiting for him to come out the other side of the x-ray machine is not fun.  And, TSA, toddler shoes, really?  I appreciate that we’re all security conscious these days but requiring already stressed out parents to remove their toddler’s shoes is a little overkill.  Particularly considering that said toddler had already been through security clearance 9 hours earlier with the shoes on.

  4. Give yourself permission to break the rules.

    Your child will not eat when they should or sleep when they should.  While the long haul part of our journey covered what normally would have been my child’s bedtime, he could not have been less interested in sleep.  And you never know when you’ll be spending and extra hour killing time in Newark (on top of the two you had planned) waiting for a crew to man your connecting flight. Excessive Peppa Pig watching was allowed and foods entered my child’s mouth that he doesn’t come anywhere near at home.  I was just glad to get him to eat something.  So relax and go with the flow.

  5. Cover their ears in the toilet.

    Really.  I had never thought about how loud the whoosh of an airplane toilet flushing is.  And, with me and the Little Monkey on our own, he had no choice but to accompany me into the loo.  The noise scared him to death the first time.  The second time we planned ahead and did earmuffs.

Here’s looking forward to the lessons I’ll learn on the return flight!