A window to this week

After my appt with Richard, I felt desolate for him, his dog died, and he’s got no family around, he had a fall at the mall entrance that he’s trying to get covered for, but was denied and now is looking for a lawyer. He seemed so lonely. He emulates this bitterness that makes u wanna not be there. So I tipped him well and walked out of the salon with a cool hair cut. V says it looks the same length, grr….but me totally likey !

Moving on, I want to work on my “Time” issues, really. I have a habit of rushing at the nick of the time, and take the gamble and totally trust the elements of other forces, translated as traffic, weather etc to contribute to my success in reaching on time – this is especially true in case of work. If I had to catch a plane to head to a vacation, u bet I’m on time. For my time issues, I partly blame my mum. See when we were kids, we (I and mom) were always in a rush to get to school, get to the train station, get to somewhere or the other. There was an element of adrenaline rush that I never realized at that time. Also there wasn’t traffic, no worries to fill up gas, no worries of packing lunch or snack by yourself, someone else always did that for you, making the bed, not to forget to take flat shoes / sandals incase I decide to take a walk later after work, all the normal life thingies. Since my new job started, I’ve noticed people were stickler of being ON time, really like it’s sickening to me. C’mon don’t u expect things to be late, traffic, packing lunch, filling up gas -- well u should plan for all those, they say. So I’ve decided to give this a try – to be at work by 8.45, I need to be in the garage inside my car, at 8.20 SHARP. I’ve started this since last 2 weeks and so far it seems to work, but there is an element of predictability (aka being responsible) comes with it. I can’t say if I like it, but it seems to work for my cred. I’ve taken away the pleasure of thinking in leisure what I’ll be wearing to work, I think once and that’s it. It better be pressed already otherwise, I need to plan extra few mts for that. I don’t think of things here and there while I brush now, I actually tried counting my brush strokes, but seemed futile, of course. I drive with a purpose these days, and I don’t yield as much : (

I had my training yesterday; it’s called an Experience day. I met the mail man whom I run across all the time in my bldg. I, him and another 2 went out for lunch at Boston market, after that everyone went their ways, which was good, I took a slow stroll in that part of the town, Paoli. The sun was gently hot and the walkways in that strip mall was playing cheerful music and I window shopped at Ann Taylor’s, Pier 1 imports, the cute part was the fountain in front of Chico’s. My book would have been great company to sit in front of that fountain and see the people pass by and read. After lunch, the lady in orange jacket from SUSA dept was explaining some of the products and how they work and what r they used for and such, it was too technical for me, so my mind wandered and I looked at the huge windows behind her, the trees waltzing to the slight wind, the sun sieving through the leaves on the dark road, the parked cars bursting with energy to get out, the rocks at the dip of the landscape, it was lovely, at that moment I felt I’m –like we are such intricate parts of the society. This bldg is where it all started – they claim. Being a part of that, standing there and looking out of the window, from which many would have had passed by, so many conversations might have been had and will continue to. It felt eerily symbolical of being a part of something larger than my own life. The rest of the day, I paid attention to people and things around me. I treated myself with Rita’s Ice, on my way back.

Did I say, my darling sis had sent me tons of terrific looking clothes from Malay. I totally love them, they would have been the kind I’d have picked myself. Pretty cottons, lovely colors, I cant start wearing them, in fact I have one on today. Thank you, sweetheart. When I told my mum about how much I love those clothes, she said well if you liked it, they must be really good. I thought to myself, boy I must be hard to please : ) which I agree to, I can be a bitch about what suits me, I don’t wear bcoz they are in fashion, they need to suit me right.

The highlight of the week is my book and my new clothes. My book bcoz I’m in love with each and everyone of these characters, in their simple very normal lives they all have a certain zing. I’ve learnt and taken away so much from them. I traveled to Rome with them and the way they plan and do things together seem like what I’d do or be a part of. Thank you, dear book. I’ve taken away a bit of Italian too, if anything, mi chiamo Linku : ) The Evening Class is a total hit.

A friend of ours is selling their house and buying a bigger one, they have an offer and the house is scheduled for inspection today. They have a new born, so they wanted to find out if they can come by our house for those few hours of inspection, since they didn’t want to take the week old baby girl anywhere out, so we were like, there’s nothing to ask, do come by. I left cookies in a nice jar on the island, with clean glasses for juice. Incase they decide to drink tea, I left tea bags, and sugar out for them, with cups. Aren’t I a terrific host? So whenever people come over our house, I have this charade of things that I need to do – make sure the counters are free of any clutter, the floor is clean, the coffee table is dusted, the chadar on my divan is neatly tucked around, and the throws on the sofa are neatly folded, and home fragrant. While V was on the phone with friends, I was going through this checklist. So V thinks that I’m really silly, he’s used to my style of things but still finds it acutely funny, so I laugh with him at me and continue on.