MOODY BLUES

A couple of years of blogging, a few posts some good and some not so good - where am I today? Still trying to find out WHO, WHAT AND WHERE I am.

I am, wife, mom, an avid(addicted?) reader, an enthusiastic gardener, a moody cook and homemaker, a sporodic needlewoman, an even more sporodic seamtress, a good friend, a dedicated teacher I was even a good content writer - My loved ones delight in telling people that I am "A JACK OF ALL TRADES AND MASTER OF NONE" - I drive my own car, fix my own lightblubs, cement, varnish, solder, wind the fuse wire and know my way around the hammer, spanners and screwdrivers. So why the sudden blues?

While I loved teaching in a school, I did not like the rest of the baggage that comes with working in an institution - the internal politics. I loved writing but I did not like working for someone who did not know anything about the topics I was writing about and could not appreciate the amount of time and effort that went into it - so here I am exactly where I started - Jack of all trades master of none - and I am fed up of well-meaning people telling me I am wasting my talents.

Looks like I am in desperate need of mental spring-cleaning...

This and that

It has been a hectic two weeks. A depressing time too … translate that to a friend’s husband has been transferred to another town.
They left last week and I miss their 11 month old baby.
Spending time with babies is a wonderful experience. Their innocence is refreshing. I can be myself with them. I enjoy other people’s babies so much maybe because I can always pass them back to the mothers when they get cranky or when they need a nappy change.
Anyway I miss this little guy. I feel a bit sad because the next time I see him (maybe in a couple of years) he won’t recognize me. One of the down sides of moving every three years are so.
My husband works for a public sector oil company and we move every three years or so. On the positive side I meet new people and make atleast one lifelong friend in every town or city.
On a more positive note, the kids are finally back in school. That means no more unmade beds, no more pillows lying all over the living room floor, no more empty water bottles rolling of the dining table in the breeze, or crunching under me on the sofa when I try to find a place to sit, no more filling water bottles by the dozen and last but not the least no more permanent kitchen duty feeding hungry chicks with permanently open mouths and permanently empty stomachs.
But no more late mornings and free lazy evenings either.
My younger son is now in class VI. That means more subjects Physics, chemistry, Botany and Zoology.
Yesterday I was trying to explain the concept of density. He was more interested in finding out when he could get out of learning Physics than listening to me. It was the same when I tried to explain the differences between substance and particles, atoms and molecules. Need I say that it was the same when I tried to explain the structures of different viruses in Botany?
I told he could get out of studying Maths or Biology after Class X. But if he wanted to get into Medicine or Engineering he had to study Physics and Chemistry. He appeared decidedly miserable.

Control

The first time I watched the movie The Sound of Music was with my parents. That was nearly 20 years ago. I was 17 then. I loved the movie especially the songs. Nothing else about the movie stayed in my mind but the wonderful songs.

I have seen the movie atleast 5 times since.
A couple of months back, I watched it again with my younger son who is 11 yrs old. He did not like the first couple of songs the first time he heard it. But once he understood the words he kept watching the movie again and again. I used this as an opportunity to tell him about World War II and the Nazis role in it. The 3rd time, as we were watching the final scene where the family escapes from the Nazis, he asked,

What gives one person the right to control the lives of others?

It occurred to me, that I too, was trying to control the lives of my family almost everyday.

I want them to do things my way even though they have their own ideas - because I think I am more efficient???

I want them to know my feelings without my telling them how I feel - just because we've been a family for so long.

I want to know and control everything that goes on in their lives even though I believe that some of the goings on in my life are completely private.

Recurrence of words

I've noticed, if I come across a word - say for instance conglomerate and I look it up the dict, it keeps popping up in everything I read for a few days. Then its gone.