In bed with lights off while there’s still some light outside the window. Happy, long days are here 🙂
Halfway through the sixth book, I’m now sure that the series would’ve been a lot shorter if Hermione had been the chosen one instead of Harry.
Even Ginny might’ve ended it earlier, though not sure which way it’d have gone.
Yesterday I struggled for a half a day with a work problem. Couldn’t find a decent, acceptable solution. A beautiful solution came to mind later in the evening, sometime between playing with the boys in the backyard and working on the flower bed in the front yard. I implemented and tested it today.
There’s another work issue I’ve been struggling with for over a month. Discovered an elegant solution to this one today, again while working on the front yard flower beds in the evening. Thought it through a bit more in the shower. And wrote down a brief summary while lying on the sofa after dinner.
It’s hard work, gardening. My hands, back, legs are hurting. Arms have scratches from rose thorns, and fingers feel dirty even after a shower and nail trimming.
But the flower beds will look good, come summer. And I discovered elegant solutions to two hard problems in two evenings. The hard work may be worth it.
‘Her – my – oh – nee,’ she said, slowly and clearly.
On Sunday morning, R casually asked me what would be a good way to kill me. (I suggested a few practical and efficient ones, but she wanted outlandish Villanelle kind ideas)
Last two days she’s been watching a new serial, ‘How to get away with murder.’
If I die or disappear, you know where to look..
I’ve read 20 books so far this year. Unlike most years, it’s been a weirdly clustered bunch.
3 Harry Potter books, and counting
3 Fredrik Backman books,
2 Hemingway books,
2 John Steinbeck books,
2 John L Parker Jr books, and
3 running related books (not including the 2 John Parker books).
That’s 15 of 20 books I’ve read so far. I’m guessing it’ll be 19 of 24 before the month is over.
Also, unlike most years, my reading list this year is loaded with fiction. Usually there’s an almost even split.
I hadn’t read any Harry Potter books till last week. I’d seen all the movies, of course. A few of them more than once.
I read the first book during the week. Took me three days. I’d borrowed the book from a neighbor a while ago, and Elsa prompted me to read it.
I read the second book over Friday evening and Saturday. Got R to borrow it on her Amazon Prime account, and read it on her Kindle
I started reading the third book last night, and finished it a couple of hours ago. It wasn’t available on Prime lending, so I joined a two month trial of Kindle unlimited membership and read it on my Kindle.
I’ve just started the fourth book. Work will take over in the morning, so it may take a few days to finish.
The TV hasn’t been switched on this weekend, except for an episode of Kim’s convenience that R wanted to watch. I haven’t been out of the house for a run, walk or a ride. I did a fair bit of garden work yesterday, and cooked lunch yesterday and today. Other than that, all I’ve done this weekend is to be in Hogwarts.
It’s been a fine weekend in Hogwarts.
Watching The half of it on Netflix. Ellie Chu’s dad is making delicious looking momos in his kitchen. Reminds me of a family in Auli who used to make momos at their (tiny) home, sell to us visitors for income, and have the rest for their meals.
Those momos were delicious—little, warm morsels of heaven on the freezing mountain. I was jealous of them, and of Ellie’s dad—they can just make delicious momos at home any time they want!!
That brought a delayed realisation. This is why my white British acquaintances have that look on their face (and that tone) when they talk about us having ‘Indian food’. For them, it’s a special treat they order in/out. But we can/do have it at home any time we want!
Good momos make me happy. The thought of having them anytime at home makes my heart flutter.
The smell of dosa-sambhar or chicken curry or rajmah or mutter paneer from our kitchen into the alley must trigger similar feelings in others.
Sporting a younger, topless Sallu bhai and the real love of my life, Kajol. It’s a very happy morning :)
Learnt to use the WordPress.com API with Retrofit. Stumbled over various undocumented quirks of the API. Nearly achieved what I’d started off to do.
Finished (re)reading my favourite Frederik Backman book: My grandmother sends her regards and apologises. I wish I could live in that house in the kingdom of almost awake.
Named one of the flavours of the new app ‘Elsa’. The other flavour is named ‘Granny’, but I might change it to ‘Wurse’.
Dug and relaid the stone tiles in the middle section of the backyard. Weeded the full upper flower bed from end to end. Aireated the rear lawn – one fork pitch at a time!
5+ back breaking, knee stiffening, hand cutting hours in the garden. I could barely move my arms in the shower afterwards.
Rewarded myself by watching a bit of the old sweetheart movie, You’ve got mail.
Now, convinced by Elsa, I’m reading my first JK Rowling book: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.