Demolition Confession
Today was a slow day with Afroja sick and mostly in bed, and
I decided I would cook carrot soup for her, which turned into a big fat mess in
the kitchen; however, I got the carrots and onions, and Utsa helped me cut them
all up. It smelled heavenly, but when I
finally pureed it with milk, somehow the blender exploded and soup was dripping
from every counter, drawer and shelf in the place. The floor was covered. Once I got Afroja a bowl, I began on clean-up.
When I finished, I decided to take a walk and wanted very
much to buy Afroja a new frying pan or pot because two of hers are missing
handles. Utsa told me that her mom would
be very mad if I did that because it would cost too much money, and she will
feel that I am saying her pans/pots are inadequate.
So, I went to the movies instead. Now, I have a confession;
I used to love to watch Demolition Derby on television when I was younger, and
I’m certain that I am dating myself here because I cannot say that I have
disclosed OR discussed this passion with anyone – ever. Today when I saw that Fast and Furious was
playing and it was about fast cars, I went for it. My seat was in the middle of the theater
(assigned seats), and I was surrounded by teenaged boys. The movie was one huge screech and bang and
whack and shoot ‘em up, and I loved every minute of it!
There, I’ve made my confession. It wasn’t much of an India day; I ran, I
read, I bought food and cooked and went to the movies, but it was just the sort
of day I needed.
But I have no photos to share. I’ll be better tomorrow.
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