Dash-dash of a post

I think I already did a mish-mash, pish-pash of post, so naming this dash-dash. To document some incidents in life that's kind of rushing by. Days into weeks, it's already close to 2 months that we will be here in this city.

There is lots I want to write and again lots I don't want to share. Things that I have no control over, some disappointments, failures, some shrugged acceptances - things that keep me going, some that can bring me down at times. Sometimes I contemplate starting a new blog - totally anonymous, to document every little crazy thought and happening and just write very differently. Most likely not happening, since I am such a big procrastinator :D. At times, I feel I've lost the mojo to write, whatever I dish out in the name of blog posts, that is.

Kids, touchwood, are adjusting to school. Looking around for some activity for the weekend for them in line with their interests, else it is very difficult to control TV viewing.  Hindi speaking is becoming a little bit easier too. Big G wanted to learn dance and finally found a place close to home for her. We sat through the introductory class and I was so enamoured and transported by the whole session. Appreciate the discipline that goes in learning any art form, and wish I could learn it too, yes in my late 30s. Keeping fingers crossed there. Little one wants to learn music, with instrument, so looking around for something for her age group. I really wish there was reliable aggregator which lists out this information, because everything is out there and still not often easy to find.

Mobility is another thing I need to work on. Traffic here is so chaotic that I've almost (but not completely) abandoned my plans to drive a two-wheeler. I find it too unsafe, and feel a car is better option. I hate the dependence I need to have on auto-drivers and find their driving seriously scary, manner too arrogant, and one of them even gave me a fake 50 Rs note in change.

Waiting for things to happen figures largely on my list too - waiting for call backs, waiting for friends to suggest times for meet-ups, waiting for mail acknowledgements....everyone seems to be so occupied. with their lives. In the midst of all this, I feel grateful for a couple of blogger friends I am in touch with, and glad I can talk to them at times. Bless you all!

At the home front, waiting for husband to join us. The strain of single-handedly being with kids does tell on me at times. There are days when they are such fun and angels-in-disguise and some days when they exist to fight each other like every 5 seconds! The only time I can go for walks is afternoons!! The mil was back home and convalescing, things were getting to normal. Then there was a trip planned to a Laxmi temple, nowhere that close to Tumkur, as expected. What's more, it was planned as a going-out trip for her 80 plus old mother, but turned out to be a not-so-great decision. Ajji is in a delicate health, and post the strain of this trip - her condition worsened, was in the ICU and hospital for almost a week. Today, she will be back home. We have all told her to take it easy with Ajji and herself, her siblings and her sons very bluntly and the daughters-in-law more uh diplomatically.

It is strange how some old habits just go and some cling-on. Previously, I used to check the weather app first thing in the morning, now it is putting the milk to boil. Can't get over the fact that I can read a physical newspaper and visit sweet-shops whenever I want to.  I still can't leave vessels unwashed in the sink at night, a habit ingrained over the years,  and still there are enough vessels for the maid in the morning! Hmpf, exercise, see, I just don't talk about that, you see.

Kannada is the new language I am set to learn, only to speak.  On that note, here is something from my FB feed.