One of those days…

… when I got off the bed at 9AM, and the next time I sat down to rest was at 6PM.

Freshened up,
fed the boys,
made and fed myself breakfast,
coordinated Jyoti’s arrival,
stretched,
went for run (part 1) with the boys,
dropped Dudley at his place,
went back for run (part 2) with Chewie,
returned and gave Chewie a shower,
picked up Dudley, and gave him a shower,
started my post run stretching,
interrupted stretching to feed the boys their lunch,
continued my post run stretching,
gave up on stretching to go pickup Jyoti,
mopped and vacuumed B’s kitchen so Jyoti could work there,
returned home to shower and shave,
went to town for lunch and coffee,
made myself proud by parking beautifully in a spot that everyone else was scared of (and it was packed in town),
had lunch at Tortilla, coffee at Nero,
researched whether to buy the 2016-17 iMac,
browsed books in Waterstones,
returned home to be told Jyoti needs coconut milk,
made a quick trip to Tesco to get coconut milk,
returned to take boys out to empty their bladders,
changed into home clothes,
changed a couple of broken bulbs around the house,
started weekly wash of exercise clothes,
poured myself a glass of cold full fat milk,
sat down to enjoy with a Madeleine.

Rest.

Just another manic Saturday!

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Hypocrisy

A van, driving towards me, dangerously overtook a cyclist. I muttered a few curses at the driver, and my dormant dislike of the van drivers came shooting up.

As the driver went past, I saw his face. I know him. He’s a lovely guy, with the friendliest dog I know – a lovely border collie named Butler.

I like the guy. I hated the van driver.

I should talk to him about the incident. I will not. We don’t talk about unpleasant things in society.

He didn’t harm anyone. He’s a pleasant guy. I really love this dog.

He didn’t hurt anyone. But he could have looked someone. Some day, he might.

I should talk to him. I won’t.

I’m ashamed. I’ll get over it.

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Peppy music, warm days, and the Apple invasion

The day began well, with me polishing off a few long-pending long posts in my Pocket. The walk got delayed, due to reasons coming below, but was a brisk, happy one when it came.

Thank you for the music

One of those rare days when I felt like listening to music on the walk. Not sure about what to play, just asked Google to play a random playlist of songs I like. It was fun!

  • Vangelis’ Chariots of fire theme,
  • Rolling in the deep, by Adele,
  • The man, by Aloe Blacc,
  • Hello, by Adele,
  • All cried out, by Blonde,
  • Peace on Earth, by Bing Crosby & David Bowie,
  • Khalbali, from Rang de basanti
  • Rumour has it, by Adele
  • Eko ile, by Fela Kuti & the Africa 70,
  • Feel, by Bombay bicycle club,
  • Kandisa, by Indian Ocean
    and continuing…

Charlie (a young Vizsla), and Monty (a forever young Jack Russel) wrestling each other to get more attention from me, halfway through the walk, just added to the delight.

Rarely have I returned from a hot weather, brisk walk so energised. (The brisk bit, and the protein smoothie may have helped too)

Warm, dry, dull days of my youth

The region of India I grew up in has a long, dry and hot summer. 2 decades of living there have trained my brain to expect (imagine) things when the weather turns warm and dry. Like today.

Thoughts of watermelon, cool water dips in tube wells & canals, hanging with friends from undergrad, cycling around with the only friend from my first school, smell of the earth.

Beautiful, torturous memories :)


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“My husband was an editor at the New York Times, so he’d work really late nights, and I’d sometimes get lonely. So I started letting this tomcat into our house everyday. But my husband was horribly allergic to cats, so right before he’d get home, I’d let the cat back out again. But one night it was raining so hard that I refused to let the cat out, and my husband stayed up all night sneezing. And that’s how I got a puppy!”

A human of New York

Why do dogs eat grass… nettles… and weeds?

Well – they may be “weeds” to you and me – but – to your dog, they’re a valuable source of vitamins / minerals that form part of their natural diet.
Unfortunately, they can only digest the very youngest and softest parts. The rest will come up again – don’t worry – its perfectly natural – unless it happens on the carpet!

Well, that takes a load off. My head.