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July 17, 2008
Sometimes a husband may need to take a quick trip to Bombay, a mere 12 hours drive away, for reasons which will no longer be mentioned here, because further mention would be simply draining, but in pig latin would be something like the ipping-shay oblem-pray.
Sometimes a husband and wife may argue over who gets to have the wireless internet device thingy that usually they share. The discussion may or may not turn to questions of who is more deserving of outside connection and entertainment in the interim that the husband will be in Bombay. Then the husband and wife will probably think a little about what roaming in Bombay alone for a few days will be like and the decision to send the internet device thingy with the husband will be unanimous.
And the wife will be in the house with the childrens for a couple of days, not posting, not knowing that perhaps people are fearing for her safety and the safety of her unborn babe because of giant blue creatures that roam the wide, wide seas, stinging innocent people.
But what concerned people should know is that while innocent people were being stung, other people were safe at home, no doubt eating cookies and rereading books. Or moaning about the state of their hips. Or fighting with Jaya about who gets to make tea.
And then, when the people, the innocent ones, the stung ones, got home, the unstung Mama person was able to offer comfort and assistance after all the tears had already been cried, when everyone was tired and talking peacefully about the strange story of the blue sea creature.
So there are some answers. Here's a question. Should I tell you about the lice? You probably don't really need to know about the dangers of sleeper buses and the lice, do you? I'm sure that at some point in your life you've done a little nit-picking yourself. You've gone over things with a fine-tooth comb. Or not, if you're us and a fine-tooth comb wouldn't get through your hair in a million trillion years. You probably don't need to hear about the lice. So I won't tell you.
Don't think it's all strange animals around here, though. Okay, a lot of it is strange animals around here. But there are also the incredible vistas. The green greenness which is astounding. The fruit! The simple pleasure of finding pretty things in the market. Scooter rides every day. Flowers in the night air. Preparing for a new wee one. Making friends. And food! Good food.
Tomorrow I'll post my first Indian cookery post at Fly Fishes Fly. Happy days.
Sometimes a husband and wife may argue over who gets to have the wireless internet device thingy that usually they share. The discussion may or may not turn to questions of who is more deserving of outside connection and entertainment in the interim that the husband will be in Bombay. Then the husband and wife will probably think a little about what roaming in Bombay alone for a few days will be like and the decision to send the internet device thingy with the husband will be unanimous.
And the wife will be in the house with the childrens for a couple of days, not posting, not knowing that perhaps people are fearing for her safety and the safety of her unborn babe because of giant blue creatures that roam the wide, wide seas, stinging innocent people.
But what concerned people should know is that while innocent people were being stung, other people were safe at home, no doubt eating cookies and rereading books. Or moaning about the state of their hips. Or fighting with Jaya about who gets to make tea.
And then, when the people, the innocent ones, the stung ones, got home, the unstung Mama person was able to offer comfort and assistance after all the tears had already been cried, when everyone was tired and talking peacefully about the strange story of the blue sea creature.
So there are some answers. Here's a question. Should I tell you about the lice? You probably don't really need to know about the dangers of sleeper buses and the lice, do you? I'm sure that at some point in your life you've done a little nit-picking yourself. You've gone over things with a fine-tooth comb. Or not, if you're us and a fine-tooth comb wouldn't get through your hair in a million trillion years. You probably don't need to hear about the lice. So I won't tell you.
Don't think it's all strange animals around here, though. Okay, a lot of it is strange animals around here. But there are also the incredible vistas. The green greenness which is astounding. The fruit! The simple pleasure of finding pretty things in the market. Scooter rides every day. Flowers in the night air. Preparing for a new wee one. Making friends. And food! Good food.
Tomorrow I'll post my first Indian cookery post at Fly Fishes Fly. Happy days.
Reader Comments (6)
From my oh so multiple experiences with those lousy creatures (ok, that was so cheesy) I recommend Mayonnaise or peanut butter plastered thru the scalp and base of hair, wrap a plastic bag tightly around head (as little air as possible), then leave it over night. Then wash hair using some tea tree oil/peppermint oil. Repeat mulitple nights, leave for a few, then redo a few nights. Now I have no idea if any of those items are available to you, but it is what worked for us.
Oh, yes, the fine tooth comb. I haven't had one of those go through my hair in about 15 years (Since third grade, I think).
I've been going through all your old posts while waiting for the latest update (I think I'm addicted to your writing. when that novel comes out, I'll be first in line to buy it!) and have gotten back to January 2008. I've referred my sister, who's on her way to Dubai right now for a life-changing move with two little ones in tow, to your blog for enjoyment and hopefully a sense that she's not the only one on the other side of the world from home.
Keep up the fabulous writing.
Erik laughed at me for years when we'd go to the movies because I'd be sure to carefully place my hoodie on the seat so that my hair wouldn't touch it. Lice paranoia. (I'm sure the little critters, if they got on my hoodie, could later get in my hair, but it made me feel better anyway.) Not fun for you at all. Love to you all!
wow, I hope you all were able to take care of the lice okay. I can't imagine dealing with that problem with dreadlocks. hope you all are doing well
its very strange to be a lurker on my own wifes blog. commenting away in my won family kind of strikes me as inbred or something. but there are times for it, and its now. i love your blog baby! there i said it. alright i could just walk 20 feet and tell you, but this should be public.
you are an amazing writer! i'm twitterpated. thanks for the misnomer as well, nobody knows mw at all. but you think i am a superstar. (cheeseball music swell cue) youre the real star. vomit bags are availible on ebay cheap folks!
p.s. if there are any male lurkers out there, i am the guy thats going to triangulate your ip address and choke you with an ethernet cord if you get a crush on my wife. i can tell.
: )
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