A post has been brewing in my head for the past two days. I foresee it to be an intense post, and I am hesitant about composing it, lest it unleashes worms, both in my head and in this blog. But the thought is like the serpent around my limbs – it will definitely bite. When, is a matter of chance and provocation. It may give me the catharsis I have been seeking for months now.
The weekend promises to be busy. I am running late at work and there may be spillovers into the weekend. I don’t mind working on weekends, but my family thinks I am burning out if do. I argue that a job you love can’t really burn you out but their reply is that all work and no play, however interesting the work is, makes LG a dull person. We agree to disagree, but to keep the familial peace, I try not to work on weekends. This weekend may be an exception.
Talking of work, I hate it when some one sends me a document to edit, and when I ask them when they want it back, they reply “ASAP”. What is ASAP? An hour? A day? A week? When hell freezes over? I want a date and time, please. Helps me organise my work better. So, it takes a couple more back-and-forth emails before I get a date out of them.
Through the week, I stuck to a pre-planned meal schedule, which made it very easy to manage the kitchen. The plan ended with lunch today. Dinner is left open, and I suspect we will be ordering food. Now, cooking is an area where I burn out easily – 3 meals/day for 6 days is my maximum limit after which there is general hysteria if I don’t get a break. I have heard people say that people who love food are also good cooks. I beg to differ. And how.
The weekend has a wedding reception in store for me. I am looking forward to wearing the saree I had reserved but hadn’t worn for Diwali, because I am still mourning my grandma’s death. Sunday is my mother’s 31st death anniversary ceremony. The uneasy feeling that surrounds the event has begun. But, as I always say, this too shall pass.
Until the next post then…