|International Women's Day
||[Mar. 9th, 2011|08:19 am]
I've been having odd nightmares about my son in Israel lately. Not logical nightmares, like him being killed in a bomb. Dreams where his youth group dumps him on our doorstep because he is being disruptive, with a 'James Cagney at the end of Public Enemy' flourish. Which is, after all, more likely.|
Anyhow, that isn't happening at all. He's having a great time, and completely rapt by the sheer politics of the region. They met with a Knesset (parliament) member yesterday and Big Idea Boy said he really missed being able to talk about it at the dinner table. He's applied to a couple of unis in Canada, and we are all dealing with the fact that he appears to be gone from the family home (and, seemingly, Australia) for good. But he is doing exactly what is right for him and his aspirations for a career in international politics (either the diplomatic service or aid), so we are very proud of him.
I biked off early yesterday to the annual International Women's Day breakfast organized by the Women's Planning Network. It was in the state Parliament Building, the dining room to be exact - a remarkable 19th century piece of Britishness. The conservative planning minister (we had a change of government in November) is actually more interesting and smarter seeming than the previous fellow, who was nice enough but a bit of a buffoon in my opinion. I shamelessly shmoozed, and also saw many former students, which is always nice.
Then I got a call from an architect who said in a dutiful voice: "I'm calling all my female colleagues to wish them happy IWD, and you are first on my list". I wondered whether it was a sort of penance! Anyhow, I spent the day wishing everyone Happy IWD, which led to fun reactions all around.