As we watched the Royal Wedding yesterday, mom bluntly declares “Meghan is nothing in comparison to Catherine” and when see turned around and met Scooby-mine-Dad’s collective expression she immediately modified the statement to “I meant she’s nice. But the elder daughter-in-law is lovely and her wedding dress was much more beautiful.” And then proceeded to add, “But the boys mother was the most beautiful lady on her wedding day”, as if that ended the whole debate (I happen to agree with her btw, but am definitely not saying it out loud). I suspect my family is such a bunch of monarchists because of moms obsession with Princess Diana. In the spirit of honesty I might as well admit that I’ve just furthered that insanity with a strong obsession with everything Jane Austen and now compounded it by falling in love with “Downton Abbey”.
As we watched the wedding, I noticed mums new flower arrangement in the living room. It’s very different from what we’re generally used to in this house and looks very summer. Had fun reminiscing about Will&Kate’s wedding with P. I actually took a sick day from work to catch that wedding 😏.
The sibling and sil are off on vacation this week till the end of the month and I’m drooling at pictures of the places they’re visiting. In the meantime, Thankie has returned from Singapore bearing gifts and the most hilarious family pictures and Shil is bringing in her birthday in beautiful Wales. Snowdonia looks magical and I can’t even seem to be able to pronounce Llandudno.
I’m feeling the need to run away. And my kith and kin are completely to blame.
Some exciting and some life altering. Some just totally empowering and a couple are looking just plain scary. It’s been an interesting week but there’s quite a bit weighing down on my mind. Couple that with the insanity of my job, compound it with training a new campus batch and I’m ready to run for the hills. Thankfully, being at mums place over the weekend after almost a month and speaking with the sibling in peace put a few things in perspective.
Quick observation: Dad seems to have switched his beer preference from KF to Tuborg quietly.
Amidst all the flurry in life at the moment, the kid brother while planning his anniversary getaway with my sil commented, “Is there an April in the past decade when you’ve been in town?”. Which has only resulted in proving that he knows me all too well and keeps track of my jet setting ways. His observation, aleast from 2012 definitely seems to ring true.
Just got back to my apartment and have been taking stock of groceries. Discovered some Gruyere, some Brie, a half tub of Creme and a small block of Parmesan in the refrigerator. Wonder when I turned into a person who keeps these cheeses in their refrigerator?
I’m extremely surprised at myself.
Devoured Rpit’s birthday gift from cover to cover by my bedroom window. Sarah Anderson is a woman after my little heart I tell you. That page about a bookworms theory of spending is just epic!!!
Filled with catching up on movies and documentaries with the sibling, being brought up to speed about the happenings of the month gone by with the folks, drinking fresh lemonade prepared with lemons from our garden, just-the-4-of-us kinda conversations and arguments. And topping it with a family activity in the form of “nool puttu making” for dinner.
There was coffee to be had, books to be read, a shaded balcony to haunt and the early days of summer to be enjoyed. All while allowing my tired legs a good rest after having driven 400 kilometres on Friday. And did I mention the devouring of yummy food all weekend?
The first batch of mangoes made an appearance after lunch on Sunday but they still aren’t at their juiciest yummiest best. Will need to wait a couple of weeks more I guess. And as it happens most years, summer has brought with it a craving for sitting under trees, cycling through lanes with friends, playing badminton and board games. Simpler joys that thankfully never grow old.
Caught PLEASANTVILLE after ages. After all these years, the movie still intrigues me. And in a complete contradiction to Pleasantville, I’ve been indulging in a lot of material involving Tiffany Haddish. Girls Trip was a revelation.
The three idiots embarked on a quick food tour around I’ngr – a lovely upscale part of town with pretty lanes and pricey restaurants. Tried an ice cream that ended up flooding the brain with flavours experienced in my childhood.
In other news, ‘The Post’ is absolutely brilliant. And I’m completely caught up with the antics of Lucifer Morningstar!! Scooby introduced this show to me on Saturday and I’ve ended up binge watching the entire first season over the weekend. 🤦🏻♀️.
I scare easily, and not to mention have no stomach for this genre. Have been enduring uneasy night’s sleep as a result. 🤦🏻♀️
Scooby and I have been sharing amused smirks all weekend as the sister in law is discovering so many of my mums quirks.
- Like watching an award show for even a half hour will teach you just how much of a Bollywood gossip monger our mother is.
- This morning when Scooby and I ran downstairs to get some coffee we saw the sil being shown the best way to prune the rose bushes and was being offered other such gardening tips.
- When Scooby mentioned to mum that he and the sil are planning to switch cable networks due to the the unavailability of certain channels, she proceeded to tell them in plain and simple terms “When you have YouTube why are you people even spending money on cable?! Daddy and I don’t watch tv anymore!” (By the looks of it my parents seem to be turning millennial in their retirement years)
The sibling left to the airport a couple of hours ago and will be away in Hybd for the next six weeks.
In the meantime is there any woman in the world not wearing clothes with shoulder cut outs?!! Every girl at every party I’ve been to these past months seem to be wearing them. Don’t get me wrong, I kinda like the off-the-shoulder clothes, but I just can’t seem to get myself to buy these cold shouldered clothes. I’m sure it’s a phase that’ll be out by the time winter runs it’s course. And hope it never returns.
The festival offered a lovely excuse for the girls and me to have colourful and yummy adventures in Comm street. I got to meet so many of the people I love over the festival days. N got back to town after being invited to speak at Stanford just in time to enjoy the festivities!!! and K has returned to NY.
The sound of firecrackers is slowly becoming lesser as the weekend comes to a close and it looks like even the most energetic Diwali enthusiasts seem to have finally gone to bed.
Scooby in the meantime seems to have missed the memo completely and is keeping the festive week excitement going at his apartment, at the cost of not wanting to face the reality of an early Monday tomorrow. His house party is still going full swing at 1 in the morning and he has the gall to ask me to come over now!!