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#SS 13/2021
#83
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Saree posting time.
Dont know what to write.
Soo sleepy and it’s only 5.30pm.
And it’s Valentine’s Day.
Did what any normal, self respecting human would do on Valentine’s Day.
Rose early.
Weirdly early.
Being a Sunday.
Watched birds flit, flutter, tweet, swoop down for rice, bread in a new bird bath turned bird feeder. (A fountain water feature is their chosen bird bath. Amazing to watch them perched on the tip of the feature, like humans dangling toes, then chirp and fly when the fountain is turned on, and descend again to the water surface).
Some chore hacks before a 10am class.
Finished past 2.30pm after putting away instruments, folding mats, rugs, setting the place in order.
A late late lunch.
Unable to doze off.
So spent Valentine’s arvo watching Michael McIntyre’s comedies while the Older Half snoozed in the bedroom.
My eyes are half shut. My upper body has slid down to the tip of this 3 seater sofa. My legs are all the way to the other sofa some kms? Sorry meters? in front of me.
My mind says Get off your unmentionables and prep a Happy Meal. Had suggested to the girls that we’d watch a Romantic Chick Flick together and gorge on some decadently parmesanly, parmesinly, cheesy pasta and maybe, as a healthy alternative, a red rice fried puttu. What a combo, a true food mismatch made in heaven.
D1 had classes all day, too exhausted to go out with her not so happy fiance, who has since decided he would game with friends in the same sorry situation. D2 was out swim training groups of children, all morning and for most of the afternoon. Husband is happiest when teaching, be it, music, mridhangam or Accounting/Finance, His Valentine’s Day fix would be a cocktail of online concerts, music practice, topped with youtube comedies. And a good meal.
Sorry to burst your bubbles but that is my dysfunctional family’s Valentine’s Day.
So as I write this,
D1 is asleep, I believe.
D2 has since returned, and gone straight into the shower,
H is explaining thalam intricacies with a sparkle in his eye, a smile on his lips,
If that’s not Love, what is?
And I,
I will do what I love.
Bird watch. Yes, I meant, of the feather, winged variety, as they swoop down to pick on bread and grains.
Write. My Saree and Food Posts. My short stories.
Chat. With my sister.
Read. Half read books.
Cook some decent soul food for this weird family I’d love to hate, and hate to love.
Listen to music. Hum, sing, off tune, in tune, with wrong lyrics in languages I don’t know,
Then settle down with all of them, girls first, then husband (will tie him to armchair) and watch something sufficiently Valentiney.
Yesterday. Draped a beautiful soft as silk, soft as cotton, cotton-silk purple checked saree, with darker purple and gold borders and pallu. Borders, pallu have annapakshis/swans, mangoes, my other Love. With a checked dark purple checked blouse with magenta borders. When visiting a dear friend who’d just got home from the hospital. Took the only dish I thought would brighten her spirits, my berries and cream dessert. Loved the smile on her face. An early Valentine’s for me.
Better be off now, pasta’s boiling. Recipe says it needs to be al dente.
Back again, feel loved. Girls loved the pasta. Did not mention the behind the scenes butter and parmesan that will lodge in their non existent behinds.
Husband came out for a break.
Cheerful banter until Daughter 1 informed us that Auckland is going into lockdown level 3 as of 11.59pm today for the next 3 days.
Happy Valentine’s Day All.
Let every day,
every moment,
when you do something you love,
or just feel love,
or give love
or be loved,
let that be your Valentine’s Moment.
Love you my saree draping friends.
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