As of yesterday things had finally settled down in terms of how this was going to work, and I'd figured out a tight but workable schedule for getting everything else here done before I leave, and the Melbourne sojourn was going to be the last two weeks in June, from the 18th to the 30th or so. After which I'd stay around for what is a four-day holiday weekend for me, even though I'm not in a country that celebrates that holiday.
Ok, frantic, lots of last-minute stuff, but possible.
Then today the Australians tell me they'd rather I move the trip up a week because the last week in June is end-of-quarter and people won't be able to meet with me much. I'm not even sure my company has enough money to send me to Australia without a two-week advance purchase, but even so this is getting absurd.
In the meantime we've handed over Morris team Squirely duties although we've yet to let the band know for sure that I won't be marching with them for Pride or, in fact, performing with them for three June gigs, subbing for a percussionist who himself is heading off on a round-the-world trip. I warned them of this possibility, but the section leader said, "I'm just going to assume you'll be here because I need you to be here." Sometimes that works, I guess.
Anyway, I'm going to Melbourne. In one week or two. Yikes.