Cheerful and sweet-smelling
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rhyllHello kids.
First off, I so desperately want one of these pedal-powered thingummybobs I think I could pop. Also, don't you think it would be nifty if we all had one?
Today I am a hippy with flowers in my hair. You need not fret. If you would like to read more, why not
This is going to be another mess of words thrown at the page. But you are used to that by now, right?
So. Yesterday morning I got up at 5:30 and went with Shayla to see a yoga guru, Mr. GopalKrishna. He was lovely, and taught me quite a few postures for my asthma. I've been doing them for a couple of days, and not taking Seretide, and my breathing is ok - I'll try for a while more before making my final pronouncement, but for now I'm optimistic.
I also had my head further inflated by Mr. GopalKrishna's enthusiastic praise of my yoga skills, which set Shayla off on another monologue in praise of the wonder that is Sky. (Did I mention that a couple of days ago I was terribly embarrassed by a half-hour discussion about my brilliance? It was in Kannada, but with enough English in there that I could tell that I was being thoroughly misrepresented.)
After yoga we had breakfast, and then I took Bhumika to the local internet cafe to try to work on my presentation and set up an email address for her. I'd forgotten that Bhumika had hardly ever used a computer before - something quite foreign to me, where even my three year old cousin can put on a VD himself - which made the whole business rather time consuming. Consequently I am still writing my speech now, a few hours before I give my talk. (Eep!)
After lunch I caught the bus to Ramnagar, and stayed Prasad's house again. It was very companionable. For dinner we went to a little apartment a block or two away, where a family makes meals for single men. I got to use two of my few, terribly overworked, Kannada phrases again, and tell them that the food was good and my name is sky.
In the evening we sat around and worked on our respective projects, which was pleasant.
Not much sleep, though, as it was hot and there were lots of mosquitoes, and we only finished work at 11:30, and I had to get up at 6:30 to do my yoga.
Today has been pleasant. I am wearing string of jasmine in my hair. I have a tiny ponytail, which I wasn't allowed to wear in Mysore as Vikram and Bhumika took a violent dislike to such a stubby little thing. Prasad doesn't like it either, but he's quieter so it's too bad. Apparently in India pigtails look silly. Possibly in Australia too, but people have been too polite to say.
I went to Raj's house for a bit when I arrived, and disappointed his mother by failing to eat all 20 dishes that she put out for me. Afterwards he helped me find a hotel to stay in for my last few days here.
I feel rather happy about the world.
That is all! Back to the dashed speech!
First off, I so desperately want one of these pedal-powered thingummybobs I think I could pop. Also, don't you think it would be nifty if we all had one?
Today I am a hippy with flowers in my hair. You need not fret. If you would like to read more, why not
This is going to be another mess of words thrown at the page. But you are used to that by now, right?
So. Yesterday morning I got up at 5:30 and went with Shayla to see a yoga guru, Mr. GopalKrishna. He was lovely, and taught me quite a few postures for my asthma. I've been doing them for a couple of days, and not taking Seretide, and my breathing is ok - I'll try for a while more before making my final pronouncement, but for now I'm optimistic.
I also had my head further inflated by Mr. GopalKrishna's enthusiastic praise of my yoga skills, which set Shayla off on another monologue in praise of the wonder that is Sky. (Did I mention that a couple of days ago I was terribly embarrassed by a half-hour discussion about my brilliance? It was in Kannada, but with enough English in there that I could tell that I was being thoroughly misrepresented.)
After yoga we had breakfast, and then I took Bhumika to the local internet cafe to try to work on my presentation and set up an email address for her. I'd forgotten that Bhumika had hardly ever used a computer before - something quite foreign to me, where even my three year old cousin can put on a VD himself - which made the whole business rather time consuming. Consequently I am still writing my speech now, a few hours before I give my talk. (Eep!)
After lunch I caught the bus to Ramnagar, and stayed Prasad's house again. It was very companionable. For dinner we went to a little apartment a block or two away, where a family makes meals for single men. I got to use two of my few, terribly overworked, Kannada phrases again, and tell them that the food was good and my name is sky.
In the evening we sat around and worked on our respective projects, which was pleasant.
Not much sleep, though, as it was hot and there were lots of mosquitoes, and we only finished work at 11:30, and I had to get up at 6:30 to do my yoga.
Today has been pleasant. I am wearing string of jasmine in my hair. I have a tiny ponytail, which I wasn't allowed to wear in Mysore as Vikram and Bhumika took a violent dislike to such a stubby little thing. Prasad doesn't like it either, but he's quieter so it's too bad. Apparently in India pigtails look silly. Possibly in Australia too, but people have been too polite to say.
I went to Raj's house for a bit when I arrived, and disappointed his mother by failing to eat all 20 dishes that she put out for me. Afterwards he helped me find a hotel to stay in for my last few days here.
I feel rather happy about the world.
That is all! Back to the dashed speech!
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on 2006-03-20 03:01 pm (UTC)