Uneasy lies the head…
Nikispeak again
First thing that happened to me this morning:
Niki: Dad, wake up! It is nearly 6.
Me: Why are you awake? (She still has some jetlag)
Niki: I have been awake since 3:45
Me: What? You are going to be in trouble in school.
Niki: Relax dad! I am planning to sleep during Social Studies!!
I think sometimes she forgets that she is still 9 years old.
My ideal Tshirt
To drink or not to drink…
Life in village – 1
Survived!!!
5K run in windchill driven -7degree F. (-22 degree Celsius). The biggest difficulty was not the cold – although the wind was nasty – it was my glasses. My breath escaped thru the mask and froze on the glasses. In the end, I was barely seeing thru a small hole in one glass. The other had ice particles on it!!! (See pic)
The Starbucks lady admonished me that I was crazy to go out and run today. I sheepishly offered that it would be boring if everybody was sane. Somebody has to do the crazy stuff.
So she wrote down “Insane Guy” on my cup and gave the coffee free!!!
If this was a big public race and I had posted a big achievement, I would be thanking everybody now. Especially my wife, who, unlike my daughters egged me on to post a personal record. Coming to think of it, this egging on might have something to do with the fact that last night she realized that she had run out milk and eggs and my Starbucks is next to her grocery store. 🙂
Hmmmm…. 🙂
Odds of surviving this morning’s run
Both the girls are up very early (jet lag adjustment is still going on). To impress upon Nikita, I told her how I am going to attempt the coldest run of my life (minus 7 degree F with windchill).
Evidently, she is not upbeat on my surviving.
Her very pointed question was “Why don’t you give us your will right now” 🙂
And the love affair of pajamas and Qatar Airways continues..
Is that the moon?
Last night Sharmila and I were in bed watching a sitcom on TV before going off to sleep when I noticed something small and shiny thru the master bedroom windows in the trees. I was trying to figure out whether it was a reflection of a light inside our house that I was seeing on the window or was it moonlight shining on some ice formation on the twigs. I straightened up and asked Sharmila – “Is that the moon”? And then for good measure threw in “Or is that your face”?
You know you have been married for twenty one years by how romantic values cede precedence to practical values. Sharmila looked at my face and the direction in which I was looking and then looking outside, said “What do you mean? How can my face be over there?”
I almost fell off my bed, guffawing! 🙂
(BTW, when teased later, her defense was it was not a full moon :-). Go figure!)






