Now you’re telling me you have a grievance?” “You never told us why you decided to leave just like that.” My tone was of an inquisitive whiner. But who was I kidding? In my soul of souls, I was just a mammal with a genetic XY chromosome, horrified by the very thought of a seven-month-old offspring 14.3 miles away from the airport. My anxiety made me feel a better man than I am.
Nostalgia strikes me with vague symptoms though my desire to miss Indira didi was driven by my fear of taking the role of a father, I felt like I was involuntarily missing her. Both my wife and I felt that it was unfair of her to leave us with the responsibility of looking after our child. She was such a super nanny that my wife and I were traumatized by her precipitous decision to return to Nepal.
Seven months later, seeing off Indira didi at Dulles Airport in Virginia was one of the most stressful experiences of my life. Only that lazy embassy clerk who looked at her paperwork knows how she managed the tourist visa.Ī great nanny produces bad parents. So much so that my father-in-law, who lives in Bishalnagar, Kathmandu had tracked her down in Damauli, Tanahu to offer her a job of a nanny in Fairfax, Virginia. Having watched her perform her duties at Rohit uncle's household for years, my in-laws were great enthusiasts of Indira didi’s stewardess skills and subdued mannerism. Beyond that, my inbred apathy did not let me bother. All I knew about her was, until she was let go couple of years ago, she used to work for my father-in-law’s friend, Rohit uncle. At checkout, use discount code: SANTA.Indira didi was a complete stranger to me when she first came from Nepal with my in-laws to help us raise our newborn. This is the best turkey I have ever had, and should serve your hunk of poultry proud.Įnjoy everyone, and Merry Christmas and a Happy new year.įrom through, readers can take 20% off all Mundania Press, LLC ebook and print titles purchased directly from the Mundania Press website. (T his being 15 minutes per pound at a MUCH LOWER temp than 500 degrees, 350 being my preference.)
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This is best done with an extremely sharp knife which is pressed with the flat side against the skin and then pulled sharply. LIGHTLY score the skin, do not cut down to the meat, just slit the skin so that as it bakes, the fat can run out.It’s the holidays, and I feel like my blog has been stagnant too long, but I can’t be on point all the time! That means that even on Christmas day, one of five days off over the last five weeks, I am looking at an old blog post, and my hands itch for the traitorous laptop that will only expose my taxed and empty brain to the world. Of course it’s retail, and of course this means I lose the six weeks before and two weeks after Christmas because I’m putting in super-mega-overtime. Until my books really take off (did you know if you buy them on after-Christmas clearance it still counts!) I still have to keep a day job. Yeah I know, I know, it’s not Shakespeare, but this is exactly how I feel, sometimes. I can’t be on point all the it’s Halloween! Yes, yes, yes, it is festive in much more a Jack Skellington way than a Kris Kringle way, but my favorite lines are: Though they are now most famous for wondering how magnets work there is one of their songs, done in conjunction with the cottonmouth kings called Pumpkin Carver. Seriously, though, I understand that ICP is about as highbrow as Beavis and Butthead, still, I can find a few songs that have some redeeming value. Ok, this is talent: Playing 5 degrees between ICP and Christmas.
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