One-Liner Wednesday – There is always a tomorrow

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

When one is extremely depressed, it is good to remember that it’s not the end of the world, there is always a tomorrow and the sun will come up in the morning.

My original post was ” Instant gratification always leaves a unsavory after taste”, but then something happened today morning to change my post.

We are in the middle of a kitchen remodelling project that is now seriously past the original schedule and, surprise, surprise, seriously over budget.  Nothing new there, you will say. Please hear me out and you will understand ( and may sympathize with our plight).  Originally schedule of completion was end of February, 2019.  Cabinets that were coming in from out of state, came in much before schedule.  That itself may have rang the warning bells. Before schedule?  Lo and behold, when after couple of weeks, installers were ready to install the cabinets, they found one cabinet to be of smaller size and two end panels unfinished.  Everything went downhill from there.  New orders went out from the cabinet designer with expected delivery of April 8 to April 12.  So no work for three to four weeks.  In between the guy who was fabricating the granite counter tops became sick and hospitalized and the job that was supposed to start mid March was not started yet ( hopefully by this Friday, emphasis on “hopefully”).

One bright spot was yesterday afternoon when the cabinet and the panels arrived.  Ah, at last we were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  But today morning a landslide closed the tunnel.  The new cabinet this time was larger and only one panel arrived.  So back to square one.  Another month (?) of uncertainty and back to cooking in the garage with the stove and the microwave separated by a distance of twenty plus feet and zig zagging through wrapped up furnitures, balancing plates of food in your hand.

Oh, well! Still alive and kicking. Nightmare will end tomorrow.

 

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Friday Freebies: It’s a Birthday

Well the birthday is not actually today but it is being celebrated today at the university where the university library is named in his honor.  His birthday is tomorrow, March 2.  But hey, it’s Friday, party time and I am sure he would not mind.  He most probably would have loved it today, being surrounded by young folks, many of whom must have Continue reading “Friday Freebies: It’s a Birthday”

Friday Freebies: Necessity is Mother of Invention

Friday morning started cold and rainy. The thought of going down to the cold garage to make some breakfast leaving a warm bed, certainly was not inviting. Now you may be thinking why I make breakfast in the garage. We started renovation work on our kitchen and so temporarily the kitchen was set up in the garage. As the garage was not originally designed to be used as a kitchen, we have our stove in one corner and the microwave in another corner, the space in between filled with knick knacks and furniture from the living room that also being worked on at the same time. Unfortunately there is no drainage in the garage and no water connection, so the sink and the dish washer could not be hooked up. This old body is getting quite a lot of exercise going up and down the stairs to get water and do some small washing and cleaning. We had to be inventive to reduce use of water as much as possible. Unfortunately it results in unwanted wastes of paper plates, paper towels and plastic cutleries that none of us like. But I digress. As I said, we try to be resourceful to manage with the existing situation. We moved the coffee machine and the toaster to our bedroom so I could have some breakfast on my bed. The eggs can wait.

As I was sipping my coffee in bed, some thoughts came to my mind that I jotted down quickly and sharing below.

Necessity is the mother of invention.
She married poverty and produced frustration.
Dejected, she separated and married wealthy and gave birth to consumption.
Not satisfied, she had a live-in relationship with greedy and fostered corruption.
Now all of us live in confusion and waiting for destruction.

I posted it in a few Whatsapp groups and pat came a response back from my nephew in India : necessity is the mother of invention and obesity is the father of starvation.

Not sure if he was referring to my growing mid-riff. Now I am scratching my head, to starve or not to starve is the question.

I can see the sun through the blinds. Time to get out of the bed. Friday is beckoning to fry some eggs.

One-Liner Wednesday – Conspiracy

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

I always wonder if a dogs are able to give unconditional love because they have the same alphabets as God, but than what about dogs in other languages?

Must be another conspiracy of those good old Brits to call the canines dogs.20170902_145243

Skooby will really like to sleep on that conspiracy thought.

Did Linda really say it has to be a one liner?

 

Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill

This poem is a continuation of my earlier poem, Plotting a Murder: The Trap (https://wp.me/p73yZZ-42S), posted on December 14, 2018.  I reproduced the earlier poem at the end of this one.

The saga continues, trap was set and baited,

We gave a free run of the place to the usurpers.

To a long planned vacation we went,

Alas, days had passed and still no carcass. Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill”

One-Liner Wednesday – New Year’s Resolution

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

I really want to get back to my New Year’s resolution as soon as I can find something to post for One Liner Wednesday and get off my rear end.

Now what was my New Year’s resolution?

Oh well, it already became a Two Liner Wednesday.

Penalty of shopping hungry

Was supposed to pick up my daughter from the airport in the morning.  Flight arrival time was 8:00 AM.  Airport is about fourteen miles north of our house.  During office days it is a nightmare driving those fourteen miles but today being Saturday it would be a breeze, I thought.  So I did not set the alarm.

When I got up in the morning and trust me it was not because any other sense of urgency but due to nature’s call, it was already well past 7:00 AM.  Hurriedly got up, brushed my teeth, put on some warm clothes and rushed out . As I took my car out of the garage, saw the beautiful sunrise.  I just could not resist taking a photograph over my wife’s vehement objection.  It was already near 8:00 AM and my wife scolded me that we were going to be late.  But hubby knew better.

Now what is the worth of a photograph if you could not share it with your near and dear ones via social media.  By that time wifey dear was near hysterical.

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We had to skip breakfast for being late ( supposedly ).  It’s difficult for me to function normally without the morning cup of coffee but clearly I was in no position to stop anywhere to pick up from a drive-in.  As we were still about 5 miles from the airport, my daughter texted that the plane landed.  I will not elaborate what happened for the next few minutes. Let me just say that deadly silence was interspersed with accusation of my callousness.

Now as we all know, those pure of heart are always loved by the gods.  In this case also the god of airport lent me his / her helping hands.  The air bridge malfunctioned and by the time we picked up my daughter from the baggage claim area, we had circled the airport three times.  Now was the time for me to brag but either hunger had dulled my repertoire or better sense prevailed.

By the time we were driving back home, our hungry stomachs were plying soulful music.  Over the protestation of my daughter, she wanted to get back home and hit the bed, my wife gladly accepted my offer of picking up breakfast items on our way home. She even volunteered to pick up some bagels as I shop for milk, bread etc.  And this brings me to the title of this post.  Never go shopping when you are hungry unless you are ready to pay the penalty.  As a picture is worth thousand words, I will  let the picture speak.

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Suffice is to say that we had a hearty breakfast.

And to add to the good feeling, WordPress alerted me that I am now three year old.  No, I am not talking about my biological age, no wish to become a second Benjamin Button.  Today is my third anniversary of blogging.  Though I started writing poetry again in February of 2014 after nearly four decades of being away from writing anything except exams and project/work proposals and presentations, I started blogging only in December of 2015 ( thanks to my nephew whose constant goading started my blogging).  That I survived for three years in blogosphere, credit goes to my blogily.  Your encouragement keeps me going.

3 Year Anniversary Achievement

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 3 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Did I mention that by the time I remembered to send the sunrise photo with my whatsapp group, it was well past morning. Satisfying a hungry stomach always gets first preference over social media.