Poor Gulabi. He thought getting adopted would mean a life of lazy American housecat luxury....obviously, he was unaware that being owned by a crazy cat lady can also involve profound degradation. Aside from the mandatory turban photo shoot and the loss of some "Charlie Browns", we've all had a pretty fun week. Our new friends Erin and Matt from the Rainforest Retreat came to stay with us for a couple of nights, and Tim and I were extremely grateful for their company. As much as I love being here and meeting new Indian friends,hanging out with really cool people who also happen to be from Philly was a huge relief for my increasingly painful homesickness. We also finally got our refrigerator repaired after two weeks of takeout and wastefulness. Tim made one of my favorite dishes tonight, using
this recipe, and it was the spiciest thing I've had since moving to India. If you decide to make this, and double it like he did, I would recommend NOT using 6 chili peppers (Dad, you'd probably be ok with 8 or 9). Other than hanging out, abusing the cat, and eating delicious foodstuffs while watching Arrested Development reruns all week, not much else exciting happened. I was in charge of a contest at work, so I got to read lots of exciting idea suggestions for improving our document review process, including a proposed ban on curd rice in the office and a sweet poem that I wish I could post here. I also played teacher and created a lesson on writing skills - I need to make sure that none of my "pupils" read this and see the godawful run-on sentence style that I refuse to change. We have another three-day weekend coming up, thanks to Diwali, the Indian festival of lights (which kind of sounds like Indian Chanukkah)! I have been promised three straight days of deafening fire crackers, fireworks, and other illuminating festivities, so more on that later.
Poor Gulabi. He thought getting adopted would mean a life of lazy American housecat luxury....obviously, he was unaware that being owned by a crazy cat lady can also involve profound degradation. Aside from the mandatory turban photo shoot and the loss of some "Charlie Browns", we've all had a pretty fun week. Our new friends Erin and Matt from the Rainforest Retreat came to stay with us for a couple of nights, and Tim and I were extremely grateful for their company. As much as I love being here and meeting new Indian friends,hanging out with really cool people who also happen to be from Philly was a huge relief for my increasingly painful homesickness. We also finally got our refrigerator repaired after two weeks of takeout and wastefulness. Tim made one of my favorite dishes tonight, using this recipe, and it was the spiciest thing I've had since moving to India. If you decide to make this, and double it like he did, I would recommend NOT using 6 chili peppers (Dad, you'd probably be ok with 8 or 9). Other than hanging out, abusing the cat, and eating delicious foodstuffs while watching Arrested Development reruns all week, not much else exciting happened. I was in charge of a contest at work, so I got to read lots of exciting idea suggestions for improving our document review process, including a proposed ban on curd rice in the office and a sweet poem that I wish I could post here. I also played teacher and created a lesson on writing skills - I need to make sure that none of my "pupils" read this and see the godawful run-on sentence style that I refuse to change. We have another three-day weekend coming up, thanks to Diwali, the Indian festival of lights (which kind of sounds like Indian Chanukkah)! I have been promised three straight days of deafening fire crackers, fireworks, and other illuminating festivities, so more on that later.
It is to my understanding that Diwali is a costume wearing holiday. What are you going to be for Diwali this year?
ReplyDelete(I realize this is not true, I was just referencing the office)
p.s. that cat is something else