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journaling …random mind bits

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weatherman drove home time and again that we’ve rain in forecast and he was right as I hear sounds of dawn dripping in drops and drabs amidst slight rustles of autumn leaves still falling intermittently … garden slugs haven’t left any telltale trails and my firm friend Le Squirrel Blanc hasn’t looked in to say hello as yet… guess it’s staying dry somewhere in the backyard perched on a tree….
throwback Thursday it is but I never plan anything…whatever gets tossed in FB land…so it is… my heart and soul dwell on Krishna and this a.m. He decided to stay connected as my cover photo on FB and I happily went along with it.. and as delighted me enjoys this image … mantra chants gradually dissipate the clouds in my being….

two days ago I went grocery shopping and bought a whole slew of fresh veggies.. this part of shopaholic me loves..but now being lazy and domestically disabled I wonder “who is gonna cook them”?

Ganesh is much better than me where taste and texture of food is concerned but having been awake whole of last night watching cricket as India was playing…he is leisurely sauntering in dreamland fast asleep…
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have two appointments … hence will get my act together.. grab my rain gear and venture out
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still wondering how and when do i tackle my fresh vegetables …any guesses? ..

journaling…mainly about my first love…

…mind has finally quietened …
no longer hankering for what cannot be had… departed can no longer return…. am now into celebrating with whatever’s in hand …
my love of books hasn’t waned even though I am not reading much these days… however, I do sleep with books around me… they provide come home feel and a comfort level for me…
books carry worlds between their covers and will never kick the bucket on me as I can reread them if I want to…no one can stop me from doing that … not even time unless I deplete my life’s hourglass in a final run through…
only hindrance ..perhaps are my tired eyes …
…I do adore books though and
maybe am being fanciful but sometimes I hear querulous voices escaping my loved ones from their dogeared corners chiding me about my callous abandonments …
I do have good intentions and mean to read even turning into that voracious bookworm of younger days all over again but this perfidious arthritic body and a quicksilver mind have such a hold over me…
I wish for one thing and end up doing something else … and those wheels under my feet and my gypsy soul won’t let me rest either…last month we were in England …next month we go to New Orleans and the south…but my feet are already afflicted with that restlessness syndrome and are raring to up and take off….but Ganesh is inclined to stay close to home and do mini day trips… que sera sera …
I’ll keep you updated when I finish one of my new books lying next to me with my favorite mug of steaming chai…

Teomancy? no …

processing

always endeavoring to get to that ultimate point where everything has been squared away… all tears, heartbreaks : wreaked and suffered finally addressed washing my shroud for delivery as pristine as day one’s delivery … I continue self purifying as an ongoing exercise bathing in fire of recriminations …burning in salt waters for my final deconstruction……

why does this silly heart wish for returns from “points of no returns” why can’t life like movies have reruns?
my lament has no boundary… it is like a miasma engulfing my sunshines…if not in flesh..come visit me in dreams … let’s relive those carefree times that filled our days with joyous screams

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come
annoy me
I won’t get angry
irritate me
I won’t get short
remonstrate
I won’t harrumph
just call me
‘cos I so long
to hear your
dear voices
do know
am now
fully
awake!

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just come

as the teabag bleeds color into my favorite cup swirling dark clouds… I wonder about dregs and gently break open it’s belly with a knife tip… ..

and then come to a standstill ….telling myself

“wait a minute .. You’re no longer into divinations and readings of tea leaves …then why did you do what you did’?

…guess old habits die hard …

nowadays with mind fully harnessed and at peace with life ‘as is” in acceptance of whatever is to be will be… am fully prepped for onward journey …

born with a Romano gypsy soul I am however always raring to go especially to slake my parched being with nature’s exquisite beauty that fills me with ecstasy ..

having daintily sipped my tea to the last drop …I stare at the dregs … wondering about its inky kaleidoscopic pattern and then deliberately wash away the leaves without any qualms

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image: google

Hot Lips

Thanks to Facebook every morning one revisits posts from “on this day” from previous years.

Upon reading my old post I fondly recalled my first acquaintance with HOT LIPS
which was synonymous with HOT LIPS HOULIHAN FROM MASH… we enjoyed that sitcom hugely along with others…

Second and 3rd encounters with Hot Lips happened as under:
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“Then I met my room- mate in rehab and every time she rouged her lips I’d imagine her Hot Lips chasing my Ganesh all puckered up and I’d chuckle and feel sorry for her…
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After rehab and recovery we’d gone for a wonderful trip to Croatia and Slovenia. One of our fellow travelers : a very kind lady …would constantly rouge her protruding lips and being slim built ..she was somehow all lips …during the whole trip I kept dreaming about her protruding hot lips seeking kisses from her companion…they were both very caring and friendly but those “hot lips” took some time before fading from my mind !
Lol

Last year at this time I was in rehab after left knee replacement …here are excerpts :

Rehab diaries …..

I’ve been wondering if I’ve landed from the fire ‘surgery’ into a pudding full of mixed nuts ‘rehab facility’ !
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Those of staff who remembered me from last year gave me broad smiles and warm hugs and the unknown ones eyed me warily.. I was too far gone in pain to care one way or other.

The food quality for vegetarians has improved somewhat happily.. I believe there is a different dietician.

The room they gave is a share with A Hip Surgery. Boy! This one does like to vent and grumble when possible. I pretend to sleep most of the time. Her previous room- mate she had had bundled out as she’d watched TV whole night i was told.

Last night, i got the fright of my life. While knee deep in sleep I suddenly heard bloodcurdling screams …it was the Hip Surgery having nightmares! She scared me silly and I don’t scare easily…
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So much for unplanned excitement…. Talk to you later. Have a great weekend, love, bina
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Part 2:

Today has been a less chaotic day as things are falling in place and or missing their mark, just…

Meals are tedium personified and am truly elated with this factor as I diligently gulp down one to two mouthfuls keeping all the pills to be had subsequently….uppermost in mind..

Nevertheless my rather feisty ‘hip surgery’ was able to get a couple of vanilla ice- creams to end today and this I gladly ingested with alacrity.

Ms. Cane aka hip surgery is shy of eighty by two years, extremely garrulous and quite resourceful. By all means, cajoling, praising, smiling, snarling or being sarcastic..whichever works, she gets her stuff done. After contriving to lose two room- mates, she has decided to keep me after duly approving me with her eagle eyes….my shy pleasing demeanor no doubt coupled with my 100 watt smile won her over I guess. Problem is, am not sure I want to be there… She has guessed as much and keeps on offering choice pieces of edibles as olive branches… Even though this allegory is a misfit.

Today Ganesh came by with my already prepared stuff. We chatted for a while and then he met Ms. C. Outside our room, in the hallway. Quickly ice was broken and they were on to great back and forth repartees….

Meanwhile Ganesh excused himself in Hindi he as wanted to get home early.

Ms.C hastily entered our room, went to her bed and quickly applied rouge and lip color combing her hair etc…kind of freshened up. Then she asked where was Ganesh? I said ‘he had to leave early hence was gone.’ She was quite disappointed. In any case much later her son came over with his wife …hence the makeup did not go for waste.

After they departed…She told me ‘my son approves of you’. I nearly fell off the bed…. ”


Hahaha

Journal counted…

May 17, 2017

Today I woke up …steady on my feet …this time last year I was prepping for left knee replacement …only anesthesia can put my active mind under ..otherwise I guess it runs as if nuclear powered even though I wish it ran on solar panels !
and this reminds me of our current dismal state of affairs : if only our EPA had more teeth instead of being sledgehammered by current administration …one among a litany of woes these days
even as we gear up to travel in less than a month, I fondly recall all the helping hands and leg ups I’ve received to date while navigating and crisscrossing the globe in various directions in thirty plus countries
People I’ve realized are innately kind and I wish to thank each and everyone from the innermost recesses of my heart … THANK YOU and a big sloppy bear hug !
Life itself is a journey and the way we navigate it is very important … it will always have its ups and downs …thing is being bull-doggish in temperament … I fight adversity tooth and nail as my goal nowadays is either to kick the bucket in great style failing which quietly float way with dignity… no more raging at the dying of light… but this can only happen after I cross off my bucket list which is finally getting pared down and …. one last thing as I continue to work on myself … I want to forgive all those who’ve hurt me one way or another especially knowingly as I don’t wish to meet them again in my next life as I firmly believe in reincarnation !
now am going to drink to life with a lemon twist and a spoonful of honey … life is life full of startling mixed flavors !

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