Movement

SPACE!

I like guys. Really. I’ve always gotten on with guys. Sometimes I’ve wanted to spend more time with them than women. So I have nothing really against them. But…

why do they have to take up so much space?!! For example…sitting down. I’m sorry, but you do NOT need to spread your legs out so wide. I know you got some business going on down there but, come on, do you really gotta advertise?

Today on the tube, some guy decided that he was worthy of SO MUCH FRICKIN’ SPACE…it was as if he was telling everyone else that he was ‘bigger’ than they were. He was leaning against the tube wall, angling himself so that he took up the space of at least two people standing normally and THEN he spread open his newspaper so that it would be next to impossible to pass by.

I had to get off the tube. And he was in my way. I walked up to where he was - RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOORS - and then had to push his paper out of the way, as he ignored my ‘excuse me’ (probably listening to his I-Pod). I know he flashed me such an annoyed look. Yes, I broke into your personal space…then again, you took up the personal space of three people on the tube. And at 7:40am, I just am NOT in the mood to deal.

Can ya believe it?

Yeah. I am pathetic. In a cute way, but pathetic nontheless. The other night my dear husband went on a guys trip to go play golf. So I was alone in the flat and our bed. Now I LOVED having the time to watch a girlie movie. But then it came time to go to sleep. I figured that I’d love to sprawl out and use up the entire bed. But no. The time kept creeping up. 11pm. 11:45pm. 12:30am. 1:30am. I just couldn’t sleep. The bed didn’t feel ‘right’. And I just wanted to snuggle up to my honey so badly. See…pathetic.

I woke up at my normal 6:20am time crunched over on the side of the bed where I normally sleep. No spreading out for me. And I was exhausted. And happy that my hubby was coming home. Good sleep. I love it. Clearly, Roy is important to my sleep cycle now. Yup, I can hear you now…’Awwwwwwwww’.

TTC

Trying to conceive is rather soul destroying. I know there are people out there who get pregnant their first attempt and I’m very happy for them. Those who don’t have to think about it much are very lucky. Those that met their significant others when they were younger, and so have less problems, they are very lucky.

I was not ready to either get married nor have kids in my 20s. I may have been ready in my early 30s. But I know that I got married at the right time, to the right guy. And now we’re trying to conceive with me at the ripe old age of 39. I know that there is a good chance that it won’t happen. And so every month is tough.

We are charting, we are timing our intimate moments and with each AF (period) I die a small death. It’s really hard.

In the big picture, it’s not a huge thing. We can survive without having children. We’re very lucky in our lives. And yet, we’ll be sad if it doesn’t happen.

Our New Car

This is the car we purchased today to take the place of Roy’s 9 year old vehicle. It’s a used Honda CRV. Can’t wait to get the dog to go in the boot!

The urban fox

While some people might use the above term to talk about a hot looking woman who lives in the City, I am not. What I am talking about are the little foxes I’ve seen recently near our flat. Yes, foxes are living in London!

The urban fox is not nasty nor does it attack people (usually). Ours just likes to hope to find food when our neighbors leave the doors open to the trash hut (we have huts where we deposit our trash into large bins). I’ve seen them all over the neighborhood in the evenings…and they are quite cute!

You can find a great picture (which I had unwittingly used without permission & have since removed) on Jackie Freeman’s wildlife photo page: http://www.freemanart.ca/JackieFreemanwildlifephotos.htm

The tough things and wonderful things about being in India (from my trip)

These are in no particular order…

Some of the hard things:

• Getting sick from eating something (I think it was the sugar cane) and feeling/looking like a 6-mo pregnant lady because of it (the bloating, oh, the bloating!). Luckily it went away pretty quickly.
• Stray dogs. They are everywhere and so cute, but you know that most of them will die from being hit by something or starvation. There are just too many for any organization to ever deal with them.
• Open sewers outside of Amritsar. Such a nasty smell. And people live by it. I know they can no longer really smell it, but I worry about the health of those people.
• So many people.
• Being one of the few white faces as I walk around shopping in Amritsar. Getting ‘bumped’ by the men even though they have plenty of room to walk by me.
• The dust. Hack, hack! Black snot to go with it.
• Poverty. Though I did see less of this and MUCH less begging than 10 years ago.

Some of the lovely things:

• The henna walla - I could just go and sit down and get henna done in one of the markets in Delhi or Amritsar. And for very little money too. They are quick and do good work. Henna is a wonderful way to add some beauty into your life.
• The shopping experience. Customer service in Delhi and Amritsar far outweighed what we have here in London and even in the States. I loved it.
• The colours. The fabrics. Such gorgeousness in everyday wear. Even the when working on the side of the road looked much more stunning than the average American or Brit. I really hope that people don’t move too much toward Western clothing as I think Indian traditional clothes are so much prettier and, quite honestly, more confortable!
• Old buildings just everywhere. You can be walking around a regular street and there is an old temple or fort wall. The architecture is amazing.
• The people. They are so friendly overall. And gracious.
• My new family. Despite being a white American girl who has married into their family, they accepted me fully. It was unexpected and well received! They are wonderful!
• 3-wheelers. I just think they are a great idea. Scary at times, but perfect for getting around.
• 22 carat gold. The colour is so much nicer than any other type of yellow gold. I kinda wish I had gotten my wedding ring/engagement ring there…though I love my white gold too.
• The weather while we were there. To go from the cold of London (about 9C as the high) to Delhi and Amritsar (highs in the 20s, lows around 10C), was wonderful. I loved walking around in shirt-sleeves or a light sweater!

Please note that these are from my trip experience and may not be what you or someone else would experience. And even with some of the things that felt not so lovely, I still look forward to going back again in a few years.

View from a 3-wheeler motorbike rickshaw - a cheap & easy way to way to go short distances