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ravenIf you have ever receieved a card from me, ever, you will know how much I loathe the empty white space in them. Cards from me never read, "Dear _____ , Happy Birthday/Christmas/New Year/Diwali/Hannukah/etc, love from Iona." As some people have said, I invariably write essays in them. I'm trying to write Becca's card at the moment, but without much luck. Nothing seems to be flowing, and I would be worried about it if I had the energy, which I don't. I haven't had much sleep this week, and I'd been breezing along merrily until about five minutes ago, when I was engulfed in a sudden wave of exhaustion. I can't go to bed before ten for the sake of my reputation, so I'm typing this from the other side of a dizzy precipice. I will shortly fall asleep where I'm sitting, and I can feel it in my writing, as I'm sure you can, too. The first sign of exhaustion is the use of too many subjunctive clauses.
The rest of my family are in the kitchen. Yesterday was my parents' ninteenth wedding anniversary, so there's been a little good-natured bickering about that, but a nice, Friday feeling permeates the air and everyone seems to be happy. One strange side-effect of Dadi being here is my family being bigger. Four people may not seem that much more than three, but it really is. It makes the family less of a polar molecule. And, I don't know, there's something very comfortable about Dadi's religious tendencies. It's Durga Puja this week and even though I'm not sure I believe in it, I do believe in the way the puja makes the air smell of agarbuthi (incense, in English) and fruit and spice and sweetness. The whole house smells of it. It's such a home type smell.
I'm so tired.
The rest of my family are in the kitchen. Yesterday was my parents' ninteenth wedding anniversary, so there's been a little good-natured bickering about that, but a nice, Friday feeling permeates the air and everyone seems to be happy. One strange side-effect of Dadi being here is my family being bigger. Four people may not seem that much more than three, but it really is. It makes the family less of a polar molecule. And, I don't know, there's something very comfortable about Dadi's religious tendencies. It's Durga Puja this week and even though I'm not sure I believe in it, I do believe in the way the puja makes the air smell of agarbuthi (incense, in English) and fruit and spice and sweetness. The whole house smells of it. It's such a home type smell.
I'm so tired.
