Butterfingers

Butterfingers

Today was one of those days, Mi. Solid butterfingers. Right from making the coffee. See, as usual, I had set the milk to boil on one burner. Then the pan of water for the coffee filter. As usual, while this was happening, I cleared the shelves of all the washed utensils. All the while keeping an eye on the milk because you know how it stealthily rises in a whooooosh suddenly.

And I was just about to put away the last of the things on the shelf when the milk did rise in a whoosh and before my not-so-quick instincts could react and switch off the stove, the milk spilled over. You know how it is–it was like milk milk everywhere! Then began the chore of cleaning it up. I just decided to laugh it off and off I went to light the lamp. Put in my requests for the day and back to the kitchen.

Realized the atta bin was empty and brought the pack from the pantry to refill. Just as I thought I had finished, the packet twisted and spilled the flour–on the counter, on me, on the floor. Hmph! Decided to laugh this off.

Then brought the bhindi from the fridge to cut and make subzi. Washed the bhindi, cut it and before placing the pan on the stove, washed my hands. Oh yeah, the big bowl of water on the counter just tipped over. Really? I thought. Mopped it up. After all, as Sury says, it is just water. Took this opportunity to use the spilled water to mop the floor.

Adjusting the halo around my head, and hoping there would be no more mishaps, I cooked the bhindi, peeled the pomegranates and kneaded the atta. Without much incidence. But hey, am I speaking too soon? It was only 8 am and I have the whole day ahead to work my magic.

Oh, I think I really need my second cuppa now. I am so glad I didn’t tip the filter. That would have been heart-breaking!

I feel like a bit of a headless chicken – what with the countdown – just five days more, and that includes today. Sigh. One would think one might get used to this, but no. Always a Mommy, right?

And so I run around, make my lists, call in my “network” such as it is to get all those things done. Grateful for online shopping you know, so time-saving. This time I even bought a suitcase online! And most of Vidur’s t-shirts.

Tomorrow I will begin to pack. This time I have tried my best to plan ahead as much as I can. Especially on the work front. I invariably end up scurrying around to finish ridiculous deadlines late into the night before we leave – which is usually early next morning, while Sury freaks out. This time, I am hoping not to do that. But I can’t control everything, can I? Emergencies will happen.

And yeah, this too shall pass. Maybe it will pass like a kidney stone, but yeah, it will pass, won’t it?

Did I tell you I am cutting down on the coffee? And I think it is doing me good. Also, I really appreciate the half cup when I enjoy it. I wake up just a little earlier so I can sit and enjoy it in peace, mulling over the to-do list for the day and generally feeling good.

Remember how much we enjoyed this movie at the open air theater in Bowenpally back in 1974? The song played on Vividh Bharti today and I thought of you so much. How we waited anxiously at the bus stop for your bus so we could take you directly to see the movie at 7 pm. We had packed dinner to eat it during the interval. What cozy days, Mi.



1 thought on “Butterfingers”

  • Sometimes these seemingly small moments (sometimes anxious as well :)) give a memory of lifetime. Those were the days when watching a movie was a plan – someone buying the ticket while standing in the long queue; planning the public transport; packing snacks to eat in the interval; watching the movie and then discussing the story for weeks after.

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