I’m delighted to be back home in Jakarta. It was an eventful, joy filled holiday season. I relished the time with family and friends. I am ready for some this-is-my-space-my-time-is-my-own-and-I-can-do-whatever-I-want time. (And, frankly, I was sick of every thread in the five+ mix-and-match outfits I had been lugging around for the past month and was perilously close to jettisoning the whole mess and buying new when the truth is more winter clothes are definitely not what I needed to cart back to my muggy close-to-the-equator, fabric eating/molding/decimating cupboards.)

And I am eager to be where I have the time and space to write more than blog postings. Although I am puffed up proud to report that I, Kelly Bennett, kept my 2009 New Year’s resolution to begin a blog and to post at least one blog posting each week. My official posting count as of Dec. 31, 2009: 65 notes: 8 announcements: 4 drafts; some photos (not enough, but I’ll fix that in 2010). I not only met my goal, I surpassed it. Yeah!!!!!

This won’t be a long stay in Jakarta as I return to the states Feb. 1st. I’m presenting at the IRA regional conference in Oklahoma City and spending a few days after in Tulsa with friends (Lexi is meeting me there.) The Bright Sky folks are supposed to be setting up promotional events for my picture book Dance Y’all Dance in the Houston area from the 10-18th, but I haven’t heard a word— so no clue what is happening with that. I’m not going to sweat it; what will be will be. My mom isn’t feeling well, so if worse comes to it, I’ll use that time to go to Reno and visit her. The hardest part about this being a published author biz is this constant pressing feeling that I am supposed to be promoting/visiting schools/organizing all the time–while I enjoy sharing my books, the organizing takes so much time and energy, and even more of both is spent coping with the worry that I am not doing “my part.” Now here is where I lapse into my version of the “in my day we had to walk 7 miles to school” bit: Back in the 80s and early 90s, when I was first published, aside from autographing at stores on occasion, authors were not expected or encouraged to do promotional stuff–because childrens’ book publishers primarily sold to school and library markets–sales reps did the work. The author’s “job” was to write more books. What luxury compared to this market or perish publishing world of today….Enough already.

2011 Resolution:

Be grateful I am physically able to write. Be grateful I am mentally capable of stringing letters into sensical order. Be grateful I have the time and support I need to write. Be grateful others want to read what I write. Be grateful that on some certain days, when the mood is right, the muse is willing, and the stars are just so, I write magic.

I am just back from Singapore. Curtis and I stopped off on our way home to Jakarta from the states to visit our doctors.

Singapore, this tiny, progressive country clinging to the southern tip of Malaysia rivals any other—Germany, Switzerland, France—when it comes to being clean and well-organized. Their medical care is phenomenal. In the morning I stop in at the lab to give blood and urine for analysis, zip over to radiology for my mammogram and bone density, grab a snack, and by the afternoon my doctor has the results and is ready to take charge of my health management. More often than not, I leave the doctor’s office with several months’ worth of maintenance meds and an appointment for my next visit—having spent about a third less money and countless weeks less time than I would have in the United States! (Health Care reorganizers: take note!)

And to think that Singapore has only been an independent nation since 1965!

Singapore hasn’t always been so well-organized or clean. When independence was declared, it was self-admittedly (so the tour guides proclaim) a smelly, festering, disease-riddled, tropical eyesore. Then, in the mid-70’s Singapore began a mega clean-up campaign. And now, a mere 30 years later, even the reclaimed gray water is pure enough to drink. Why has Singapore been able to accomplish so much in such a short time? What do they have that others do not? I think it’s attitude.

Westerners use “sure,” “fine,” “all right,” “Okay,” “that’s a plan” and various other seemingly positive but not definitive phrases to say “yes.”

Indonesians (and native of some other Asian countries) say “yes” or “hai” to everything, whether they mean it or not, because to do otherwise is to lose face.

To give an affirmative response, Singaporeans  answer “can” at least three times, quickly, strung together in affirmation: “can-can-can,” while vigorously nodding their heads.

When I informed my doctor’s receptionist that  another doctor’s appointment was running late and could she squeeze me in later she said, “can-can-can” followed by a 7 pm call later that night saying Dr. Nair was just finishing up for the day and if I could rush over he would stay to see me.

Our cab driver answered the phone, listened and muttered before finishing with “can-can-can, okay, bye.”

Waiters asked to substitute this for that, add this, do that answers, “can-can-can.” There is no hesitation. There is no beating around the bush. It’s can-can-can and they do-do-do and keep on doing until a thing is well-done.

I am going to adopt this Singaporean Can-do attitude—maybe you should, too. Who knows what we can accomplish by deciding we CAN—not just once, either, or twice while we dance around the subject, but at least 3 times! Toulouse Lautrec watch what I can do when I CAN-CAN-CAN!

Texas Dance Halls are facing extinction as more and more of them are closing due to “decay and disuse” says Patrick Sparks, president of Texas Dance Hall Preservation, Inc. The best way to save our dance halls is to “Dance in them” Patrick says. But some Texans are doing more–and you can too. Read/hear about it in this January 4th NPR report by John Burnett:

Saving Texas Dance Halls, One Two-Step At A Time

If the link to NPR doesn’t work go here: www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122009049

If you haven’t made your 2o10 resolution yet, now is the time: come on y’all help save our dance halls–fight for your right to two-step! Dance on!