What Goes Around

Down one flight of stairs to go outside. Down two flights at the Metro. Up by escalator. Up two flights to an office. Down two flights to go outside. Down two flights of stairs to go to the Metro. Up by escalator. Up a flight of stairs to my home, only to find it is locked and I have no key. Down the flight of stairs. Up a flight of stairs at Courage Homes to look for my husband who has the key. Up another two flights to continue looking. Down three flights to go back outside. Up a flight of stairs to go home again. Eat Lunch Down a flight of stairs to go back to Courage Homes. Up a flight of stairs to say hello to people. Up two more flights to do some work. Down to flights to go to the inside stairs to go up a flight of stairs to do work. Down a flight of stairs to look for something. Back up a flight of stairs. Down a flight of stairs to go to the outside stairs to go up two flights of stairs. Down and up a few more times. Finally down three flights of st...

Every Friday, I take the Delhi Metro to the US Embassy. I work for a few hours in a thrift store that gives it's profits to different NGOs. I have talked before about the Delhi Metro and how I like it. I especially like the ladies only areas. Like the security that I have to walk through. The line is probably 20 times shorter than the men's line. And we are hardly ever crowded in our metro car. The guys are squished like sardines. But the one thing I don't like is that going in and out of the station is a security guard, behind a pile of sandbags, who is holding his rifle pointed at head level. So I have to walk right past these guys both going to the metro and leaving. I feel like I am risking my life every time I do. Weren't these guys ever told not to point their guns at people?

I decided I needed to do a load of darks this morning, as Micah's uniform is dark. He only has three shirts and two pairs of shorts, so we have to keep up on the laundry. I put the load in and thought about the drying rack full of clothes that was needing folding. So I went in to fold all the clothes. As I folded one top I realized that I wanted to try it on and see if it fit. I liked the color of it. It was left by someone who had stayed at our house. So I stopped folding clothes and went and tried it on. It fit! So I put my old shirt in the dirty clothes and noticed my pants didn't match. But luckily, the shirt also came with a pair of purple pants. So back to the drying rack I went. I pulled off the pants but realized that they were the really long, tight Indian chuuridar pants that I don't like. So I folded the pants and decided against the shirt too. Back I went to change. This time into a shirt I had already folded. After changing into the new shirt,...

The Delhi Metro is the city train or subway system here. It is only a few years old so it is still a novelty for some. I have been using it lately to go to different parts of the city. Our new house is close to a Metro stop so it makes travel easy. The Metro has a car that is just for women. Like the Delhi buses, the Metro can get packed full of people. So they have made an area that women will not be pressed against men and will be safe from the eve-teasing. There is also a separate security line for women as you enter the station. Sometimes the line for men going through security is 50 long. Whereas the ladies line is one or two. So the Metro is great for women. We get to buzz through security and rush to our spacious car for a pleasant ride to our destination. There is a fine on men if they try to ride in the "ladies only" car. I think it is like 1000/-. The other day I saw a guy riding in the car and the young lady next to me took out her big camera ...

I know I wrote a year or more ago about the weaning process. Micah is ten years old now. I have been working on weaning him for the past year or so. But today I found myself enjoying the closeness so much that I thought about just forgetting about the process all together. I love snuggling with Micah. Well before you get all grossed out, let me also add that I am not talking about breast feeding my 10 year old son. I went over that on my blog here I am talking about his mole habit. Since he was a baby he has held a mole on my neck. It is his security comfort. So today, he was feeling sick and he reached for the mole. I have been trying to stop him from having the mole during the day and only letting him hold it at bedtime for comfort. But today I just let him hold it and enjoyed the closeness again. Micah is a very cuddly person. He likes to be touching. If he sits next to me, he sits so that we are touching. Touch is his love language. Touch is not my love language. ...