Only three things have been making me nervous here in Pune: the traffic, the dogs, and my son’s pressure cooker. My son has told me that the dogs, all though mangy, are fine.
“It’s live and let live here mom, don’t bother them and they won’t bother you.”
“Ok son, but what about this one that keeps jumping on me that is supposed to be guarding your apartment?”
“Oh, he’s just friendly, give him a knee and he will stop.”
I guess he got the message with my knee once so he has stopped jumping on me. So the dog nerves are subsiding. The traffic? I find it best on my nerves to close my eyes from the back seat and think of flowing rivers. Of course praying mostly under my breath helps too: “mumble, mumble, mumble, GOD HAVE MERCY! Mumble, mumble, mumble, LORD HELP US ALL! Mumble, mumble, mumble.” I think those nerves are subsiding as well, except I had a relapse last night when he was trying to use his CELL PHONE while zigging and zagging. Admittedly, I haven’t seen any accidents just a lot of weaving, stopping and starting. Also a whole lot of horn honking. Perhaps what looks like near misses to me are just the normal ebbs and flows of traffic around here?
There are reasons I have never owned a pressure cooker. I think my mom had a run in with one and never would have one in the house. I know it is great for getting tough meat nice and tender, and cooking rice or beans really quick. It’s just that little bit of letting off steam that really gets me unexpectedly. My son calls those whistles. It would be nice if it would actually whistle a gentle tune, not that sudden high-pitched, nerve wrecking screech. My usual response after the initial jolt is to head for the kitchen door and wait for the “whistle” to subside. I am getting more used to it now since I made a nice dhal all on my own the other day.
My darling grandson is gaining weight and getting settled into his baby routines. His Mama is healing well. We just heard our visas for Kazakhstan are on their way. We may even make our original flight on Sunday.