Ideally today’s post will be a repeat of yesterday’s. Do you regret that my deadline got over? I don’t blame you.
Let me list all the ways that today is bugging me:
a. I forgot to take in the clothes from the clothes line yesterday and it rained. I have two sets of daily wear, of which one was wet, and hence, I wore the other, which are my gym clothes – capris and t-shirt. It is a clean enough outfit – washed and pressed, not too faded or crumpled, yet I always feel like I have just gymmed whenever I wear it – like I haven’t showered. Don’t ask why. I have such weird quirks in life.
b. I sprained my neck last night. Need I say more?
c. Sat with math with my kid. Realised she was terribly backlogged from class and there was considerable catching up to do. With this and that, the math session took four hours. I am exhausted. And have a headache to boot. The only saving thought is that the kid probably understood polynomials. As did I !
d. Had taken the kid and her friends to Guardians of galaxy at the local open air theater last night. Couldn’t sit beyond the first scene. So, I let the kids watch the movie by themselves and decided to come out and sit by myself, sorting out my thoughts and being alone in silence instead of that Godawful din of the movie. But when I got out of the theater, I was in a very restless, even agitated mood (from the day’s aggravations) and couldn’t sit in one place. So ended up pacing up and down the street for two hours straight. My legs hurt now.
e. I have been getting emails from clients all weekend asking me to send me their stuff soon. IT IS WEEKEND FOLKS. WEEKEND. I need weekends to NOT work. Sheesh.
f. Am I coming down with a cold or flu or something? Oh bother.
You know, I have at least seven more complaints, but I am out of patience.
I hope this, to use the clinical term, “bitchiness” passes soon.
There are those days and THOSE days.
Today is one of THOSE.
The Zen master inside me says the world cannot irritate me, only I can be irritated.
The rest of me gives the Zen master a rude finger.
The zen master smiles and irritates me further.
Bare your head folks, for you just saw the smile of a dying master.
PS: I promise I did not attempt to write poetry.
PS2: I also promise this is not hormonal. AT least not for me. Everyone around seems to be swinging wildly though.
Met a deadline two days ago, I wouldn’t say with aplomb, but more along the lines of limpingly. I wrote less number of proposals than usual, and with two of the four I wrote, I am not too satisfied. Still into all life, some rain must fall.
Talking of rains. We finally got a few showers this past week. Not enough to sustain man, but enough to perk up the plants outside. And cool the city that was beginning to fume. I love this weather again. But, we need more rain. Lot more rain. The drought is pretty menacing already.
I will write more, but for now, I have a grad-school classmate lunch ahead of me.
Just a small note to say, I hope you haven’t forgotten me.
- The kid’s school reopens Monday and it will take us a week or so to get into some sort of sane routine.
- A whopper work deadline on 22nd.
So, I may not be around here too much.
Or I may.
Lets see how it goes. Meanwhile send me lots of energy for the next fortnight.
Also, to heck with anonymity…obviously the confident, stylish lady on the still of the video that you see below is not me, but I am there somewhere. As is the kid ! Not hard to spot at all.
My emotions have been swinging like crazy today.
Morning: Had to run around to get my tax papers in order and spent frustrating hours at the bank.
Afternoon: thought the kid was coming down with a fever.
(she thankfully didn’t).
Evening: heard that a cousin – a childhood playmate of mine, and one year younger than me, died of cardiac arrest.
= shock, followed by misery.
Late evening: Forced myself to attend the Zumba session just to get out of the misery of my cousin’s death. Ended up enjoying it despite dancing like a duck on steroids.
Kid: What would happen if a werewolf went to the moon?
Dad: He would no longer be a where wolf. He would be a there wolf.
Kid: Aargh, appa, be serious. We are discussing something important here.
Mom: Depends on which face of the moon he would be – man on the dark side, werewolf on the bright side.
Kid: So, the werewolf is not really affected by the moon but by the light of the sun.. wow, wonder why no one came up with that.
They don’t belong to the Gobblefunk family, that’s why.