One side effect of running around as much as we have been lately is that I get forgetful. As in I forget my camera’s memory card and my spare, “just-in-case-I-forget-my-memory-card,” memory card. So I’m introducing a new category for this blog: India Instagram(ed). Photos in this post are from the New Delhi Craft Museum.
The most wonderful thing about my mother-in-law being here is that she is a blast to be with. She also cooks up a storm, snuggles with Will, figures out the best way to rearrange our living room and keeps me out and about nearly every day checking out this market or that park.
The only thing she doesn’t do is sit still. Which is why, when she is here, we don’t either.
Instead we visit markets, emporiums, craft museums, restaurants. When we are home (not so often) we cook, we move furniture around the room, we take walks, we attempt to keep Will from eating the tree branches in our tiny backyard.
But we don’t really sit. It all makes for amazing blog fodder but it’s also true that the more I have to blog about, the less time I usually have to actually sit down and write it all down.
Throw in a 3-room paint job, rooms in constant need of scrubbing and sweeping, new babies to shop for, play-dates, an 8.5 mile run around Delhi at 6am (my first long run in 3 years!), new Mamas to bake for, a special ahyee’s birthday and a little man who can not, will not, stay away from the myriad of dehumidifiers, air purifiers and voltage converters littering the floors of this house, car shopping and the “maybe today or tomorrow” nature of our HHE arrival and, well, we’re busy.
In a few weeks, things will settle down again. I’ll be able to get serious about looking for work, I’ll edit photos again. Our HHE will have arrived and I’ll have our things put away, (I can’t sleep when I know there are unopened boxes in our house). We might even have all of our artwork up on the walls already. We’ll have a housekeeper. We’ll have a garden. We’ll have gone out with some new friends. We’ll have dug a solid foundation for the next two years of our lives here.
But for now, we’re brewing extra pots of coffee, crossing our fingers every time we take Will out around town, and trying to cram in as much settling down and living it up as we can before we collapse into bed every night.
And on a less-than-happy note, today is September 11th, the 11th anniversary of that horrible day. I’ve never written much about the impact that day had on our family except here in this post. 11 years is a long time, but not for those who lost family and friends in 9/11. We’re stretching our arms as far as we can from India today, wishing we could hug and hold them close.