Monthly Archives: June 2017


I just finished editing a very difficult 30-page document.

My brain has been liquefied and is pouring from my ears.

I have four more docs to edit this weekend.

After that, I promise, I am going into hibernation for the rest of the year.


Lunar family

Conversation as the kid was leaving for school.

Dad: I think my shorts tore at the back. Please check.

Mom: Oh yeah, that’s a tear alright.

Dad: Good that I am wearing underwear, no?

Mom: Yeah, or else we’d have a double moon vision.

The kid sits on the floor with her head between her knees muttering “I didn’t ask to be born, you know”

Runaway life

I am composing posts all the time in my head, but haven’t had a moment’s leisure to put them out here.  There are so many improvements in digital technology…I wish there would be a development wherein my thoughts are directly transcribed into my blog.

Of course there would be a lot of crap in there as well, in fact, you might have to do a phenomenal amount of sifting to make any sense in the jumbled, messy, crappy, stupid tiny trains of thoughts that start nowhere and reach no station you can identify, but at least my blog would be populated with words.

Ah well…

The following words are reminders of stuff to write about, rather than have the thoughts vaporise into the great wide open, into the sky so blue…and all that Tom Petty sang of.

  • lunch meeting – school friends
  • editing crap
  • makeup and mess
  • gym
  • food
  • headache
  • relaxation
  • Madonna

Until then, if you can make out anything from these disjoint words, yeah, that’s what I am thinking too…

Sharing my world

I have not been too enthusiastic about writing anything in the past week.  I am still not in the groove, but start I must, somewhere.  How better than answering Cee’s questions?

Here are my answers to this week’s share your world questions

What goal are you working on now?

Must I have a goal?  I do have a bunch of backlog work.  My house (esp kitchen and my clothes cupboard) need cleaning.  Of the industrial variety. I feel a little smothered by a couple of life issues that I cannot disclose.  I need to find a way to deal with them.

In the big picture, I want more mindfulness in life.  Seems like a life goal to me.

What is one thing you’re glad you tried but would never do again?

Having a child.  The most powerful, life-altering, mind boggling, intensely satisfying and irreplaceable experience – not just the giving birth bit, but the whole parenting shebang.  But once is enough, thank you.

Did you choose your profession or did it choose you?

Either way, I am so glad it happened when it did.  I can’t imagine doing anything else in my life.  Yes, it comes with its own package of frustrations (e.g. A document I am editing wants to “solutionize” the problem and give me a stroke), nevertheless…this profession is choice supreme. Whether the wand chose the wizard or the wizard, the wand, is immaterial; the magic is all that matters.

Have you ever gotten lost?

All the effing time.  I have the sense of direction of a fossil.  The only direction I recognize is down, given that gravity is quite a dog and all that.  I am even getting lost in my daily nightmares.  Usually inside large empty buildings.

Grateful for/looking forward to:

I am grateful that everything passes.

I am looking forward to getting back the writing mojo.  I may have kickstarted it.



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.