Great start to the 50s. Long math session with Nikita, a half marathon run, a new cocktail, dinner with the family at the girls’ favorite joint and a night cap with Sharmila by the fire lit in the woods…
Memorable moment (during dinner)… I asked the three girls “What do you a call a person in his fifties?”
“Old”, said Natasha 🙂
Came home after the run and sat down for breakfast next to Nikita who was finishing up. Since she is the queen of procrastination, I tried to get her a jump start on her weekend work…
Me: How much homework do you have this weekend?
She: A lot
Me: Have you made a schedule?
She: No
Me: Why are you sitting here? Should you not get started on your work?
She: I don’t feel like it
Me: (sarcastically) Well, at least schedule in one hour tomorrow evening for crying since you will have unfinished homework.
She: (even more sarcastically) I would give you a nasty look right now but you already have one!
I went back to my breakfast, having been squarely beaten in my game of sarcasm!!
This can mean only one thing!
She is leaving for India!!
Apparently, there is enough food in the fridge for me to have parties at our home every evening till she comes back! There is even a helpful reminder that we should feed the dogs!!
I love it how it starts with a detailed Do-It-Yourself instructions on how to make rice and just to leave nothing to chances on either side of the alimentary canal, she has left instructions on what to do if we get into septic tank trouble!! This is some serious sh** 🙂
Sharmila bailed out on me for the coffee we were supposed to have had after I completed my run. Apparently there was a mom-daughter moment going on at home. Somebody, evidently, has not kept track of the money she has been spending and so there is an “animated” discussion going on between mom and daughter to resolve that. Of course, when I say a teenager and her mom are trying to resolve it, this is not your run of the mill diplomatic exchange of words. This is more like hand to hand combat.
I extended my coffee break and came back home later. It is not like I was afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. I was mortally afraid of getting killed by the irony of the situation 🙂
Set up Sharmila’s new gallery website. I have some more work to do to make it more mobile friendly. As of now, I am leaving it at though…
If you visit her website and do not like the paintings, don’t blame me. I am just the IT guy. 🙂
