Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
"Quite a few times it's happened that I wrote something but couldn't publish it because my inner crazy lady didn't allow for anything to get sent out unless the requisite tags and categories had been ticked off. While cleaning up the blogging space, I've come across stuff I've left half-written, written but unedited or written... Continue Reading →
Getting MLM up in the mornings was usually a bit of a struggle. I tried all the methods my folks tried on me: stern wake-up calls after a point, taking the blanket away and even shaking him awake when nothing would seem to work. But because he's made of sterner stuff and mainly because he... Continue Reading →
It goes without saying that if I blog when my kid has a cold or sneezes excessively, a post has to be forthcoming when he breaks his wrist. The miniature love of my life was zooming away on his cycle when he swerved hard to avoid an oncoming bike and fell on his wrist- neatly... Continue Reading →
We had a very robust English literature syllabus while I was in school. Pope, Dylan Thomas, Matthew Arnold, Sassoon, Rupert Brooke et al. I specially remember Pope because just reading the title of his famous long poem 'The Rape Of The Lock', had us all giggling like silly school girls (which we were) and also... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many... Continue Reading →
I am a daughter of an never-diagnosed, almost-OCD father. And I mean that in semi-jest. Growing up, life was a series of bedspreads which had to be redone because of a semi-wrinkle towards the edge of the bed and the litany of "Perfection is NOT an accident." My mother, God Bless HER!, isn't OCD but... Continue Reading →
I swear you can't make up the kind of stuff that resides in a child's imagination! Most of my talks with my kid start with him telling me something he's heard or read or seen. The stuff he's read and seen is more reliable given the way his mind processes information. The stuff he's heard... Continue Reading →
Red bought an Echo Dot for th house last year. Suffice to say it's the digital pet. The offspring has bonded with Alexa quite a bit. I keep hearing his voice trilling , "Alexaaaa" on and off right from the time he's up in the mornings. Echo Dot has more capabilities that can be tapped... Continue Reading →
I'm stuck with buying frozen peas when my batch of fresh ones run out. I try to buy a few kilos at a time and then chuck them in the refrigerator for as long as they'll keep and go back to the supermarket for the frozen stuff once I run out. Yesterday while I was... Continue Reading →
I woke up today in soft flannel pjs and alone in my bed. And it was bliss!! Red and MLM had crashed in another room because they weren't feeling the fun flowing out of the eardrum-bursting music and seizure-inducing lights from the party in our community. I however have lower standards and wanted to experience... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 