Of Colds, Cakes and Curtains

My original intention was to let the pictures do the talking.  I thought for once I'll spare you the long-winded monologues and come directly to the point. I'm sure we all agree that original intentions are always usually well-meaning ones. If I had followed my original intentions I'd have climbed atleast 2 mountains by now, served as a librarian in my spare time and raised money for charity inbetween. 

Note to people who wandered in for the first time: Now is the perfect time to get out of here, most posts on this page are about the blogger and her 'frog in the well' existence. A perfect example is this post...she is updating on what happened to her between the last update and today. 

"What happened???" You ask.

Why, nothing!!!

Aaaah you are getting the gist!!! 

Thats right, the blogger loves to believe people are interested in her ramblings. 

What about all the people who comment on her blog????

They are all people with hearts of Gold, I salute them for their patience and kind-heartedness.

So just go, Go, GO before you get entangled in her nothings!!!!!

Without further ado......

We caught a cold.

We medicated ourselves and successfully managed to turn it into an infection.

We are now dutifully following the doctor's instructions. 

Naina was the only one who was excited. 

The doc prescribed antibiotics in the form of tablets[instead of the usual bitter syrup] for her. 

She makes a big production out of it. First time you see. 

• Tablet - check
• Water - check
• Chair to sit on - check
• Table to place water & tablet on - check
• Jug of water closeby in case she needs more - check

Method:

First she drinks a little water to moisten her mouth.

Then she places the tablet in the centre of her tongue.

She raises glass of water immediately to mouth and swallows 3-4 gulps of it in quick succession.

Then grins at me triumphantly as if she is the only kid in the world who has swallowed tablets.

I cater to all her whims.

Just grateful she eats them without a fuss.

Reason: I hated tablets when I was young; my mum went thru a harrowing 20 minutes every time it was time for my medicines.

I think we fell sick because of this stoopid, stoopid park. It's right behind our apartment. I leaned far out and took this picture from my balcony to show you; the things I do to keep you guys entertained. 

We knew summer[the horrid humid months] was around the corner so we wanted to make the most of the good weather. I went for morning walks & badminton, the kids played till they dropped & the better-half exercised & played volleyball. 

Moral of the story: People who are couch-potatoes by nature should not attempt heroics.

Remember this plant??? 

Oh dont mind the Aloe Vera, it cant decide whether it wants to live or die. 

I'm talking about the tiny stalk in the brown pot. 

The one I got from the park from my morning walks. 

The one I planted over Naina's plum seed. Remember??? 

Good news: It blooomed;-D. 

Bad news: Naina is expecting to eat plums very soon.

At school

Coming back to how we fell sick, there could be another reason. Last weekend we sat outside in the humidity for more than 2 hours waiting for Nikita's program to start. It could also have happened because we went hunting for black stockings in the hot sun the previous day because Nikita piteously cried about how they would throw her out of the song if she went without them. 

Reaction: Hopping mad when I saw more than half the kids were not wearing them;-/.

The only good thing about infections is that we stay put. 

No energy to move equals more puzzle pieces finding their groove. 

Move....groove......gosh, I'm waxing poetry now;-o

What do u mean you can't make out any difference from the last picture I posted and this???? 

I fixed the mountains and 30% of the forest. 

See???? 

Favourite Quote: Believe you can and you are halfway there ~Theodore Roosevelt

Like I said, no energy to move means no energy to light the stove.

Now I really have to set aside a separate book for poetry.

What's the point of cooking something we can't taste right??? 

But one must make the effort.

Heights of Perseverance: We dragged ourselves to the nearest burger joint and forced ourselves to eat.

I claim no credit for the white scribblings

When complaints of 'no taste in the mouth' rose to a crescendo it was time.....

Time to let go.

Time to raise the bar.

Time to bake a cake silly;-).

That box with the blue lid.....there's a perfectly good reason why it's there in the picture.

Honest Truth: It's got cupcakes. 

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Now my original intention was to end this post with the cake picture.

Way back in April I wrote about my glass window & the need for curtains. 

Everybody agreed I needed curtains.

The next post when I talk about my complicated thought process, you comment "Did you put up the curtains???"  

Then when I blog about the anti-social elements I'm raising in my backyard and you are "Don't tell me you haven't got those curtains yet????"

I don't blog for 2 weeks and I get tongue-in-cheek mails asking if I was busy shopping for curtains???

So settling all doubts & queries in that direction.....

Proof: The curtains!!!!