Well....
There are few things that reinvigorate one's prayer life like a choppy flight over the Maharashtran countryside.
That suuuuucked!
Anyway, the move is going forth and filled with intrigue - here in India, one does not disappear quietly from a place without everyone seeking some advantage - our servants have been forbidden from coming with us, the landlady is contesting returning the security deposit from the Bank, and the new landlord has taken the plasma screen from the new place because he wanted to watch it in his house before September 1st.
People pulled this kind of **** when we moved here, and we were confused and exceedingly polite and then stunned. Now we have learned how to laugh at it a bit and, when necessary, push back in a way that is not at all what we would have to do (or choose to do) in the US. It is a bit sad to have one's manners coarsened to this level, but when in Rome.... one inevitably learns a bit of Latin.
Last night in the castle!
This is a bit of a different castle, because the wicked queen lives in the tower and the good queen is downstairs - and leaving.
If you are one of the people that reads the blog to ensure we are safe and ok..... we're just fine. No worries. Just getting through it all with the Gentle Hand and a smile.
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was.....
