While TO waits for the laptop to power up, his class links to get posted and before he graces his teachers and classmates with his beatific countenance, he does this:
I know the references to Corona-impacted travel have been overdone, but with no clarity in sight about future travels, modes of recreation etc people are harking back to the good old days. Sadly for some of us they were just a few months ago. Check out my posts on my last trip here and here.... Continue Reading →
Any mother will tell you that manipulation is a bedrock of parenting. Sometimes we manipulate the little rugrats and quite a few times they manipulate us successfully and store that away for future reference of what works on the life-givers. This is what works with T.O quite well: If I need him to do something... Continue Reading →
I don't usually write too many serious blog posts. Barring the fact that it reaches an audience that may not be in the mood for something grim and somber; I have a particular audience where I thrash things out to my heart's content (usually). Thankfully some of those people are close-by and I get to... Continue Reading →
Long post alert. I am no "bleeding-hearts" liberal. Neither am I a "ranting" right-winger. I can like one and dislike the other and vice versa, based on situations. I am no die-hard. Because to do so would be to become absolutes and people are rarely just one thing. The one thing we can count on... Continue Reading →
"You don't want your shark wearing Spandex, baby!"...words I never thought I'd find myself saying. Yikes.
I had a LONG discussion, just before bedtime, with TO about Annabelle. How the whole thing came about, why a doll of all things, how possession takes place, how a possessed item can go on a killing spree and how it was different from Child's Play. Just what every mother wants for her child to... Continue Reading →
I can't be a Gloomy Gus for too long. I either seek out stuff to read or watch that lifts my spirits to some extent if not fully. The lockdown has come at the time when the kids usually splash around in the pool, play out till they've got to be dragged home by their... Continue Reading →
Of all the stories floating around about Hitler's demise, am completely inclined to believe the one where he met his end in the bunker. That was a lockdown too and he was shut in for an unforeseeable period with a "loved one"...complete recipe for disaster!
I wrote about being nostalgic in this morning's post and this is the follow-on one. It doesn't take a Freud to know that ever since my movement have become restricted to all things essentials, I've been dreaming (day and night-kinds) about open roads, travelling...the whole shebang. We had to cancel our annual summer break road... Continue Reading →