Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I have myopia. I inherited from both my parents. I helped it along but for the most part, it's their fault. I also have TO..that's all Red's fault. And I'll tell you why...not why it's Red's fault; that's Biology 101 and I have no desire to relive it. But when my myopia and my child's... Continue Reading →
Note: The author knows that women put up with the vagaries of the hoomans they live with whether they are working inside the home or outside of it but it does seem a little tougher to escape said hoomans when you're chiefly inside the home. You either have to buy a ticket to the tropics (minus... Continue Reading →
We're visiting my folks during TO's summer break. It's tradition. It's also H-O-T and H-U-M-I-D and we're in one of the two rooms that has aircon ergo limited choices about where I crash at night. Now we have a biggish bed for our use and it comes in handy because I play musical bed-sides atleast... Continue Reading →
It's not just in rehab that one prays for serenity. Or even on Seinfeld. Parents frequently pray, atheists and all, for deliverance or the ability to bear with those who we do not understand and want to spank the butts of. This conversation took place just 5 minutes ago: TO storming into my room, "HEY... Continue Reading →
There are times when one wants to thoroughly box Alexander Graham Bell's ears. True, he took communication to a previously unknown zenith but sometimes it's actually too much of a good thing. I remember there being 2 different landlines in my parents' house while my dad was still working and there were plenty of days... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 