The Happy Gardener

So how has the efficient week been coming along you ask? Decently well, I must say. Considering that I actually could get my lazy self off the bed and in to work at a non late hour on both days in spite of the perfect rainy/gloomy weather to just stay in bed in my pajamas, I think I did very well. Tangent - I think the world would be a much happier place if we could wear pjs to most places. Everybody would be much more relaxed. There would be pleasant and cheerful colors and themes all around - I am yet to come across a gloomy or violent pair of pajamas. You wouldn't have to think as much about matching different shirts/tshirts/sweaters and jeans/pants/capris/skirts/shorts whatever 'cause pjs always come in sets. It really is a win-win situation. Back from the tangent: I even managed to get a 10 miler done y'day. It wasn't in the plan initially but J sent out a mail y'day which said that he "hoped that everyone got out on Sat'day or Sunday and did a 10 mile

I am completely blocked. It's been 5 days since my last run ( a 6 miler on Tue). I thought of a short story while waiting at the airport on Thu and even made some notes but I can't write. I've been having trouble going back to the oil painting I started. I can't seem to get a hang of my schedule and couldn't get through some simple chores that I had for this evening. The situation is pretty bad. I need to get out of this lazy hibernation mode that I've been in ( not much activity, loads of food) and get into my efficient mode. Of course, the gray skies and the constant rain don't help but there's only so much I can blame on the weather. On the good side, I finished an awwwwwssssome book over the weekend. Ender's Game. Thanks to V for recommending a great book. I found it absozucchingly absorbing. And this afternoon, after lunch I watched "Pineapple Express". It was hilarious! Ok, in preparation for a solid week, I've decided to retire e

It's been a confusing set of days. Especially today. But, I did laugh quite a bit - mostly at myself. And that's the best kind of laughing there is. I should go on a road trip. Every once in a while, especially when I am confused, I feel like getting into the car and just driving. Driving south. But there's always something to do the next day and you can't take off. One of these days, I must. Meanwhile, I have my comfort literature. Never quite got into comfort food but discovered the joys of comfort books long long ago. And so, confusedly, to bed.

I finally got done with a deadline at work. This had been eating up a lot of my time lately and I am relieved to get it off my back. Considering that I have been a little short on sleep lately - thanks to this and other reasons - and pulled in a nice six miler after work this evening, I should have been asleep a while ago. Or at least, happily curled up with Card's Ender. Instead, I am still up and blogging. Why? Wherefore? Well, I cleaned up my yahoo mail box for a while. Why? Wherefore? It all started when I got up super charged this morning - it was probably the adrenalin from the deadline. Anyways, I got up and decided to get through all my pending emails, to-dos, etc in my personal domain. I got through all that and got to work in good time. At work, while I was nervously waiting the results of a couple of runs that took a while (and on which hung in balance my efforts), I cleaned up my work email. I must admit it though. I love to organize. The feeling that I get after cleani

Rain. The first rain after scorching Indian summer. That heady wonderful smell - the first smell I fell in love with - of the first drops of rain on the baked brown earth. Umbrellas and rain coats. Racing up the stairs to get the almost-dry clothes off the wash line before they get drenched. Wet shoes, wet socks, wet feet, wet everything. The promise of monsoon and the welcoming joy and relief in everyone. Dull and quiet afternoons. Watching glittering drops of light by the light of a street lamp. Puddles and potholes. Green green plants and trees and grass. The hypnotic drone of the wipers. Steam rising from the asphalt after a thunderstorm in the South. Hot tea and spicy snacks. The cool evening after-breeze. That said, I've been missing you Mr.Sun. Please pop in and cheer me up a bit. Note: Just heard the perfect insult. "You are an idiot wrapped in a moron". Ray Romano is funny as all get out. I'm in love. Again. This time it's the cast of the Big Bang Theory

It's been a good set of days. The week itself was fun, what with hanging out with folks on Wed - and before I forget, here's a shout out to "S" and "Y" for reading/pretending to read by blog and requesting to star in it ;-) - and watching "Up" the next day with the usual gang (awesome movie!). P was flying in on Friday and a few hours before his departure from O, it was decided that we would attempt to hike up Mt.Washington. As usual it was a slightly imbalanced plan. Late Friday night, I set out to pick him up from the hour-away airport. Somehow this turned into a road trip for 3 of my concerned friends. Suffice to say that there were bad jokes a plenty and some rather interesting conversation. Randomness abounds in my life. Anyways, it was around 2 am by the time we crashed and I actually managed to be up by 6.30 am the next morning. By 8.30 we were showered, breakfasted and packed and P was armed with enough stuff to survive a hurricane and live