Jubilee Fun

This weekend was a great weekend to be British.  It was the Diamond Jubilee of our Queen, Elizabeth II.  There was coverage of it here in the US, but the reason behind the celebration I think was lost on many.  Elizabeth II is only the second monarch in Britain's history to reach this point - 60 years on the throne.  It's an incredible achievement and definitely worth celebrating. 

At 27 years old, I can't imagine the feeling of being alive for 60 years.  It seems so distant.  A marriage that lasts 60 years is an achievement.  Depending on the length of someone's life, even the most devoted and loving couples don't always reach 60 years of marriage.  So the thought of having the same job for that length of time is incredible.

At all the celebrations, the Queen looked healthy and happy.  My husband pointed out that she looked like a little girl, filled with excitement, during the river pageant.  It was wonderful to see all the Union Jacks flying, everyone cheering and singing the national anthem.  It was in short, very moving. 

And here I was on the other side of the world from all the celebration.  So I did the best I could.  My husband was away until Sunday, so I set about being British on my own.  I spent a ridiculous amount of money on some Union Jack bunting from an import shop and hung them proudly, zigzagging across our front door.  Saturday night I watched some comedy gold:  Morecambe and Wise, Gavin and Stacey, Peter Kay, Michael McIntyre, John Bishop.  Sunday morning I had the pageant on the telly as I baked a Victoria Sponge and decorated it with toothpicks that had carefully drawn flags wrapped around them.  The weekend finished with a pitcher of Pimm's and a barbeque with my husband and my father-in-law.

It was a wonderful weekend and the celebrations really did remind me of why it is called GREAT Britain. 

Resilience

re·sil·ience

*  [ri-zil-yuhns, -zil-ee-uhns] 

noun

1.

the power or ability to return to the original form, position,etc., after being bent, compressed, or stretched; elasticity.

2.

ability to recover readily from illness, depression, adversity,or the like; buoyancy.

My last post came at a time when my professional life had been turned on his head.  It's nearly a month later, and although things are still unsteady, I've found how strong and capable my coworkers and I are.  For the last 4 weeks, our feet haven't touched the ground we've been moving so quickly.  We've all bound together, taken on roles we didn't think we'd have to, worked long hours, and changed things around.

Next week we're at a tradeshow.  It's Thursday afternoon and we're nowhere near being ready.  A month ago this would have panicked me, but now I have no doubt that we'll have everything pulled together in time. 

I chose the word "resilience" because that's what my coworkers and I shown in the last month.  It's surprising what you can do and overcome when pressed.  My tasks at work have quadrupled, I've been stretched to what I thought were my limits, and yet I've just pushed right through them.  I can see that I'll still be tested over the next couple of months, but I know that everything will eventually return to normal.

*source: dictionary.reference.com

A Trying Time

The last couple of weeks haven't exactly been easy.  To say things were "shaken up" would be an understatement.

Last Monday, my boss resigned without any warning to anyone in the company.  I work for a small company, with only 6 people in the U.S. office (well, 5 now).  When a director leaves in a major company, I'm sure there's a slight tremor, but the floor isn't cracking beneath you and buildings aren't rocking back and forth.  For a small company like ours, this is 7.3 on the richter scale. 

A week and a half on and we're still in the "search and rescue" phase, and we're finding things are a lot more fragile than we initially thought. 

For now we're having to stick together and all do jobs we weren't meant to do.  Hopefully this transition won't have too many growing pains. 

The next month or so should be interesting.

Homesick

This week I've been homesick.  Homesick can be missing the location you're from, the smell of your mum's cooking, your favourite tv program growing up, anything that triggers that wonderful nostalgic feeling can make you feel homesick.  My homesickness snuck up on me over the last few days, highlighted by a few triggers.  But oddly enough, this is the first time I've been homesick without wanting to rush and buy a plane ticket (they're too expensive these days anyway).

Monday was a particularly difficult day at work.  On my way home, rather than crave a gin and tonic or a glass of wine to unwind, all I wanted was a big cup of tea and rich tea biscuits (trigger #1).  While enjoying my 4th rich tea biscuit I decided I didn't want the healthy salad I was planning on making for dinner, I wanted something rich and comforting like shepherd's pie or sausage and mash...things I hadn't made or eaten in either months or years.  So I went with my gut instinct (literally) and made the food of my childhood, a bubbling dish of cheese-covered heaven:  shepherd's pie.  This was trigger #2.

Since then I've been craving (mainly food) that reminds me of home and of my childhood.  My parents may have moved us to Texas but they raised us to be English.  I grew up with Salad Cream (trigger #3) or Branston Pickle on my sandwiches and not Miracle Whip.  I ate pies filled with meat and potatoes and not syrup-covered fruit.  I watched "Only Fools and Horses" or "Blackadder" with my dad as a kid, and not "Roseanne" or "The Cosby Show."

The good thing about being homesick for English things in Texas in 2012 versus 1996, is that key food items you can get here now, and what you can't get you can order online or smuggle back in your carry-on whenever you get back to the UK.  Sure a jar of Marmite from a speciality shop here will have a 600% mark-up here, but it tastes nearly 600% better because you can't afford to eat it every day.  So I'm going to let myself indulge in being a little more British this week than I normally can.  And I will enjoy every second, sip, and bite of it.

San Antonio

San Antonio is a city that's come into my life many times.  I have memories as a small girl of seven on holiday with my family, to tasting my first martini on my 22nd birthday with Zak.  Granted those are two very different memories, but they sum up the times there rather well.  Zak actually grew up only an hour away from San Antonio, so his connection to the place is quite similar.

It was a couple of months ago when we started talking about how much we missed San Antone.  We realised the last time we'd been there was in 2009 after graduating uni.  San Antonio has two of the main tourist attractions in Texas:  the Alamo and the Riverwalk.  The Alamo is a symbol of Texas, a beautiful old Spanish missionary that became a fortress in the Texans fight against the Mexicans.  The Riverwalk is a bustling ringed waterway that's lined with shops, restaurants, and bars and sits in the heart of San Antonio below street level. 

After a couple hours of reminiscing, I decided we should just go back to San Antonio.  So last Friday and Saturday, we were there celebrating Zak's birthday (I had to have a reason to part with the cash, so why not make it a celebration?).  For the 26 hours we were there, the weather was perfect.  It was a warm with an early-spring breeze, and not a cloud in the sky.  We spent our time wandering around, visiting little art galleries, stopping for margaritas whenever we were thirsty, and of course we stopped to "remember the Alamo."  Even though it was just a quick trip, it felt like a full holiday just to get away.  Its amazing how quickly you can disconnect yourself from the daily stresses when you're in a great place with someone you love.

the Alamo at night with the famous Crockett Hotel - my favourite shot from the trip

A small art shop in La Villata

Love cactus above the door

The Riverwalk

Time flies!

It seems every year, every month, people are commenting on how quickly time is passing.  "This year's really flying by," or "I can't believe it's already May - wasn't it just Christmas?", are phrases that never seem to be far away.

Well not to sound cliche, but this year really IS flying by.  The last couple of weeks have been busy both at work and at home.  I knew I was in for a busy week at work when on Monday of last week I didn't get home until 11.45 pm, which is much later than the standard 5.00 or 5.30.  I knew I was in for a busy week at home when I looked at my calendar yesterday morning and saw that Zak and I have something planned every day for the next 7 days.  And it looks as if things aren't really going to slow down from here.

Only just now am I about to enter the busiest part of the year so far.  With work, next month is the last month of Q1 and I have quotas to meet.  After that it's trade show season so I'll be travelling quite a bit with that.  At home it's Zak's birthday coming up and then my sister's wedding in the first week of May.  This means that between now and then not only will there be bridal showers and hen nights to attend, but as maid of honour (or I guess matron of honour, seeing as I'm married) much time will be spent planning those things.  Factor into that all of life's daily routines and surprises, and I'm in for a busy few months. 

Luckily, I like being busy.  I'd rather have too much to do than too little.  And I like the responsibilities I have both at home and at work.  However, for all my excellent skills as a multi-tasker, this will be a bit challenging for me.  At least there will be plenty of photo opportunities to play with the new camera, right?

I've set my light at the end of the tunnel (the calm after the storm) to be Memorial Day weekend, the last weekend in May.  This should be interesting.

Little Bundle of Joy

In 27 hours I will be leaving work tomorrow to collect my newest "baby."  A little Canon called the S100 is nearly mine, only just big enough to fit in the palm of my hand.

I'm picky with my cameras.  I don't have unlimited resources to buy the biggest and best, and I don't buy often.  In fact that last camera I bought was over two years ago and it was a cheap and cheerful - yet surprisingly powerful - point and shoot.  Before that the last camera I got was Dennis, my Canon 20D DSLR.  I've known for a long time that Dennis is slightly out dated in terms of MP and filters and a bit low on ISO speed.  But he's mine.  I couldn't possibly replace him.

So that's why I'm going for the S100.  It will take the place of my point and shoot, but the difference is that it's not as cheap and a hell of a lot more cheerful.  It will be my "D-not an SLR but takes a damn good picture like an SLR" camera that I can easily take with me anywhere. 

The last time I felt so excited about a new arrival was the day before Zak and I picked up Pandora from the SPCA after her snip-snip op.  Okay, that day was much bigger and more exciting, but I can't wait to get my hands on this camera, see everything it can do, and share the pictures with you.