Lunch at Vimala's...

A few months back our wonderful maid, Vimala was finally able to move into her "new" house. A very exciting time for her and her family as she had been working hard for over 10 years to make the property liveable. Additionally, they had built a holding tank for water, which enables them to have a water tanker deliver water to be used for bathing, washing and "using the facilities," rather than needing to carry water from afar. In honor of this, our entire family was invited for a Sunday lunch... We had a lovely time, but were very surprised to find ourselves seated at their small dining table being served course after course of home-cooked, delicious Indian food, while the rest of the family either waited until later to eat or ate, sitting on the floor in the next room. I told Vimala that before we left India I was going to cook and serve HER a meal!

Vimala carrying Owen on a walkway next to the house. Prasad, Vimala's nephew walks next to them.
A neighborhood Rooster...

A family photograph with Vimala and her husband. Indian families often look quite stern in photographs! It's such a contrast to our typical American "Say Cheese!"

Owen at the gate!

Graycie and Owen with Vimala's children, Vikram and Indu. Owen wants to marry Indu and Vikram often comes to our house when Vimala babysits in the evening, where he is VERY tolerant of their constant plans to "trap Vikram"!!! Vimala and I are the same age...I can't imagine having a 15 and 18 year old!!!!!!!!!

Prasad...Owen was a bit confused to see him wearing clothes that he had outgrown...especially since Prasad is a few years OLDER! He liked the idea, though ;-)

An outer wall of the house.

Looking up from the gate...

Bob and Vikram saying hello, at the front door.

A veritable feast! Vimala and her sister are very good cooks... Note the Coca-Cola... We aren't big soda pop drinkers but you kind of can't say no when there are two bottles purchased specially for your visit!

Vimala in her new kitchen...

Owen's Puja...somehow he didn't light himself or anything else on fire, but it was close!

Owen waving incense in the Puja Room... If you look close you can see both Hindu deities and statues of Mary and the Christ child.

Our beautiful Indian Girl!

We are blessed to have Vimala in our and our children's lives.

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The Prize...

Lay waiting underneath rough skin

and the sticky sap of a tree season...

Jackfruit!

Not so pretty. (I think Owen looks a little scared in the second picture!)

Huge and awkward to carry about. Not particulary easy to access. We spent months gazing upwards at these strange aliens, wondering what they might be.

Now, after seeing the work it takes to literally dig the tender, edible seed pods from the innards of this creature, I have to wonder who in world ever thought to open the first one! This, my friends, is a fruit which forces you to oil your hands before you begin...

The flavor is an exotic cross between banana, pineapple and really fresh melon. Jackfruit has it's own unique texture. Not juicy, not crunchy...rather smooth and a bit dense...you can peel sections off of each pod as you might a piece of string cheese (quite appealing to the younger set).

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with a whole lot of blogging to do to make that 30 in 30 promise!

I'm In Love!

Honestly, I haven't felt this excited since Bob and I met...me, tagging along with a friend for a "theater" *study group* that somehow included too many shots of tequila, Bob, standing in the doorway with his super cute hockey hair, cracking some lame joke, his hockey bad slung sideways across his back.

Our 12th Anniversary is this Sunday, June 22nd and we have a lot to celebrate. A great friendship, two pretty spectacular kiddos (if we don't say so, ourselves...hey, it's parental indulgence...we get to say they're perfect in public and beg for mercy behind the Curtain!) Like all marriages...we've had our sticky moments but I'm not ashamed to say that I love that man, like mad...He drives me absolutely bananas but he know exactly what I mean nearly all the time (and that's saying something, considering my typical convoluted thought process!)

Just so you don't start wondering when I'm going to start quoting corny poetry (and I COULD, oh yes,) I have to tell you that I've met someone new...

He's a little jumpy, sometimes runs hot, needs some time to cool down and tends to tumble about but WOW! The best part is that he's not afraid to tackle the laundry...

Lots and Lots of Laundry. Oh, and he's a Model. IFB 550 to be exact.

Sorry, I can't help myself:

Ode To My "Drying Machine"
I have lived without you since we moved away,
where I never appreciated the singular way,
you sped round and round, full of air and of heat,
ensuring that dampness and wrinkles didn't meet.

Each day we have missed you,
Relied on the sun,
While the clouds and the rain forced all color to run,
where our clothes all were faded, where underwear flapped,
And the wind and the dust and the smog were all mapped,
equally taking their turn to erode
any style, any fashion...load after load.

Now!
You are Back!
You've Returned! You have come!
To rescue our linens, our total, the sum,
of all we have witnessed,
of all we revere,
A pile of dry laundry, NOT hanging HERE.

Love is a funny thing. Really, I should probably be in love with the landlord...but he's getting paid every month and the Clothes Dryer needs me. Vimala and Lokesh don't know what to make of it and can't understand why I keep grabbing laundry from the dryer, throwing it on the bed and folding it with abandon.

Now to explain why we can't dry EVERYTHING...

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Where life can be all together TOO exciting.

More Creepy Crawly...for your viewing pleasure.

Oops...not them! They have their insufferable moments but I won't quite classify them as creepy or crawly! (Damn cute, though...)
It's a little blurry, but you are looking at a very large (and thankfully deceased) scorpion that we found by the pool at our Kabini resort.

Bugs are big, here.

Wear Shoes.

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promising a longer blog tomorrow!

An Unruly Yet Common Commute...

And You thought it was hard to keep YOUR kids belted in the car!

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TA TA!

The Rats are still after us...

By the Chinese calendar, I think it is particularly interesting to note that I am a "Rat."

It explains their strange affinity for us. Doesn't it?

Our Rat Escapades are apparently not over...

"Mommy, mommy, come quick and see! The big Rat just climbed out of his hole!" (Grayce)..
"Sure honey (absentmindedly reading an ill gotten People Magazine)"
"MOMMMMYYY!" I walk to the front door and look outside.
There on the front walkway, *In Broad Daylight* is the most ginormous Rat with the longest tail that I have ever seen.
He is stalking the kittens as they nurse with mama cat.
He is unequivocally the same size as the cat. Or perhaps a wild turkey.
He is mangy and ill looking and he stands there dumbly, staring at me and the hissing cat before he ambles unhurriedly across the street into the neighbors yard.
Where he is greeted by a bucket of cold water that my neighbor has tossed upon him from the window.
And he climbed out of a hole in our small patch of green, yes, he did. Yay!

I really did try and run for the camera...but by the time I returned he was gone. The kids are forbidden from playing outside alone for now. The "rodent man" stopped by (just in time to run into the cockroach man who was spraying our kitchen with poison! Yes! All the benefits of our past organic food lifestyle have already been used up by the constant presence of one sort of pesticide and pollutant or another...)

Yum. Yum. Yummy.
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one with all life forms, I guess.

It's about time my fiefdom became public!

After a childhood of constant name mangling and a girlhood desire to carry the name "Peggy," I have finally come into my own! There is something entirely satisfying about living in a country in which, though I am cast with looks of surprise, everybody knows my name...

That's Chandra. No, not Candra, Cassandra, Chander, or the oddly breathy Cahandra...

Not only do I get my own Layout, I also host a fine *Hi-Tech* multispecialty hospital and Instill. Faith. With. A. Touch! All those other Layouts have to make do...

Chandra Fischer
in India! Wheeeeeeeeee!