Our computer seems about to meet its end. We don’t yet know exactly when, but its coming soon.
I thought it was all over on Tuesday. I’d been up late working nights and early mornings for weeks trying to ignore the creaking sounds coming from the hard drive. Mere minutes before I was to upload a big project prototype online, the screen froze. And froze again. And continued to freeze instantly each of the seven times I hysterically punched the power button to reboot.
My resident computer genius and knight in shining armor did some research and typed in a few magical computer incantations. Then we held our breaths and watched as our big beautiful machine gasped back to life, at least temporarily.
I spent the rest of the morning furiously uploading content and perusing a store down the street that, strangely enough, sells both high-end upholstery fabrics and slow-burning products from a country that rhymes with “scuba.” By the end of the day my project was in the cloud and my better half/restorer of all things good and sane found himself in the procession of a very special “thank you/sorry for being a little nuts” smokey treat.
The machine is still unstable and creaking and prone to freeze 15 times during our weekly viewing of Top Chef, but we’re crossing our fingers that it can continue to limp and wheeze along until we hand-carry some sort of replacement home this summer.
Anyways, a few other highlights from the past week or so:
Let it be said that Chris and I are some of the least interesting people in the entire foreign service. We don’t do black-tie receptions or intrique-filled cocktail parties. In fact, I don’t know anyone who does honestly.
But when an email landed in Chris’ inbox a few weeks ago, inviting us to the grand opening of Starbucks in New Delhi, we had to ask ourselves: in this Nescafe driven city, would there be real, free coffee involved?
The hobnobbing socialites were fascinating, the store was gorgeous, the gift bag included a leftover Christmas mug and a 500 rupee Starbucks cards–though I doubt we’ll use them anytime soon. The cavernous two-story store has lines out the door and around the block every time we drive by.
In a fascinating concession by Starbucks Corporation to its Tata partners, all of the espresso drinks are made from 100% Indian grown and roasted coffee beans. And they taste good.
I don’t think we’ll be abandoning our home-brewing routine and the collection of interesting small-batch roasts we’ve begun to amass, but it might be fun to go back for a 100% Indian latte whenever the lines begin to die down, perhaps in 6 months or so.
I took my parents to Old Delhi this past week. I think they loved it as much as I hoped they would, more pictures coming soon.
We have one more week with my parents in town and Will is beside himself with happiness getting to play outside with his patient grandparents all day long. My little man who previously never let me out of his sight now squirms out of my arms to go out walking with his grandfather. He won’t let me change his diaper in the morning until he’s gotten a chance to go downstairs for good morning waves and he won’t let me put him to bed until they’ve given him his goodnight kisses. I wince thinking about how much they will miss each other after they leave next weekend. There are many amazing opportunities and blessings that come with this foreign service lifestyle, but living on the other side of the world from so many people we love certainly isn’t one of them.
Today marks 6 months in Delhi. It’s hard to believe this tour is already at least one-quarter over. I’ve been planning a “Likes/Dislikes about Delhi” post for the 6 month mark for awhile, but the moment managed to creep up on me almost without me noticing. Still, with only a few months until the big bidding season, I’ll share some thoughts as soon as I’m able.
How is your weekend going?