Situation - Office bathroom:
Delhi roads are covered with motorcycles/scooters (called two-wheelers by the Indians.) For some reason, I'm fascinated by this method of getting around town. Maybe because I grew up riding motorcycles, and yet would NEVER dare get on one and ride through the insane traffic here. Honestly, I don't know how people get up the nerve.
I've come to the conclusion that there is a helmet law here, but it's pretty open to interpretation judging on the types of helmet's I've seen. It appears that turbans count as helmets if your are a Sikh. We've seen a couple of cricket helmets with full face guards, and hundred's of construction hard hats as helmets. I guess anything is better than nothing.
Every time I see one of these stylish riders I start start humming one of my favorite childhood songs:
My sister started this one, but I had so much fun reliving some of our best memories I couldn't resist playing along and I hope you will too.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, if we’ve actually met in person or not, anything you remember!
I realized this week I haven't done much blogging about life in India lately, so I've been on a scavenger hunt this week to find pictures to go along with the unique things we see during our commute each day. Here's the first result of the hunt.
Nearly all stoves here are powered by gas, but rather than having a gas line that comes into your house and a bill that arrives each month, here in Delhi, you have a tank delivered to your home, hook it up to the stove and cook with it until it is gone. Then you order a new one. The truly unique thing is the way the tanks are delivered - by bicycle. Most bikes have three tanks on the back, two on the side and one across the top, the delivery guys drive all over the city with the tanks. It quite the sight:
I've seen guys pulling cars with their bikes with up to 10 cans in the cart - can you image the number of calories these guys must burn in a day?
A dedication to the bike riders who keep deliveries moving in this crazy city - Cary Brother's "Ride"
I'm the very proud aunt of a (nearly) 1 year old cutie. Before I left Rio last year I went to my favorite market (The Hippie Fair) and bought a handmade dress for Miss M, thinking it would be a year or so before she could wear it. It seems that babies grow up faster than I expected - she's already wearing the dress and looks adorable. Her other aunt, a budding photographer, staged a photo shoot so I could see the M in all of her finery. The results of the photo shoot and M's first day of modeling have been posted on her mom's blog.
She's a beautiful little girl who brightens our lives "Like a Star"
My first thought this morning when the alarm clock went off was that this would make a great sick day. Didn't matter that I wasn't really sick, it just felt like one of those days where I'd be better off staying home. The responsible part of me starting going over may day and and realized I had some things scheduled I probably shouldn't miss.
But now, having lived through the day - I honestly think that first thought was inspiration and not laziness. Not only was the day full of confusion, conflicts, disagreements and a general lack of respect, the Air Conditioning was out in the office a good percentage of the day - and having no AC in July in Delhi is not a pleasant thing. I was a sweaty, smelly mess. If you know me at all, you know I have fine, straight hair, but my hair grew bouffant like and started to curl - it take a lot of humidity to do that to hair like mine.
So, the upside to the story is the day is over - and I've learned an important lesson - next time inspiration speaks and tells me to take a sick day - I'm not going to let logic and responsibility overrule that small voice.
In celebration of the end of my day, a little Norah Jones, "The Long Day is Over"
After working much of the day yesterday, I decided I deserved a day off. Only problem, I didn't know quite what to do with myself. I tried taking a walk, but then the rains started and since I wasn't in the mood to read, I got my shiny new Nintendo DS out and rocked out with Guitar Hero until my hand cramped up. It's not Guitar Hero on Wii - but it's fun. And I finished the second level - more than I've ever managed to do on Wii.
With a cramped hand I had to move on to another activity - I decided to plan a trip next month during India's Independence Day (15 Aug.) I figured all the places I want to see in India will be full of Indians on holiday, so I decided to leave the country. But, since I'm not in the mood for a long flight my choices were limited: Dubai, Abu Dhabi or Muscat. I decided to go with Muscat. Now I just have to find an affordable trip, if anyone has tips of things to do or see there, I'd love to hear them.
I'd like to say my mind's rocking out to a great song after the afternoon spent with Guitar Hero - but the truth is the song I can't get out of my head is Smashmouth's "All Star" I thought I'd share and see if I can get it stuck in your head.
I'm putting off work again by listening to music, it seems to be something I do to frequently, but really, who wants to work on a compensation report on a Saturday afternoon. Doesn't the fact that I'm doing laundry mean I'm not just being lazy, I'm just working in a different way?
One of my favorite songs just came on, so I thought I'd put off work a little longer by blogging about it. Gary Allan's "Life Ain't Always Beautiful" has such amazing lyrics. It's one of those songs I put on when I'm having a bad day or just need to remind myself that the struggles in life are the things that really make living worth it.
After a very long day at work I decided to catch up on a bit of blog reading before going to bed. A friend's blog entry on the Ute Stampede has me reminiscing about life as a teenager in a small town and the type of things we looked forward to -the Ute Stampede was one, as was the Demolition Derby at the fair in Richfield. But nothing beat simply dragging main. For you city slickers out there, that basically meant getting in the car and driving up and down main street (back when gas was a more reasonable $1/gallon.)
It didn't take long before an old song popped into my head, Hal Ketchum's "Small Town Saturday Night." I loved this song and used to sing it at the top of my lungs in the car:
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