Aging, accepting

I am in a very mellow mood today. 7:55 am. Bhaja Govindam from FIL's laptop in the ear. The sounds and sharp smells from the kitchen as the cook 'hits it' - bitter gourd - the last of the crop from the garden - I think. Lisol smell rising into my nose as my maid 'swishes it' - wiping the floor. The child is sleeping peacefully upstairs. I am nursing my morning cup of coffee (instant, Bru, if you must ask, it is really the only sore note in this, but thats a long story I don't want to get into now).

The husband is on a flight. Do I miss him? Yes, a little bit. But I am also happy for him, if you can believe it. He is on a work trip of course, but is going to have the chance to meet up with some college friends. They are my friends too, and it would be super to see them. But here is the thing. The juggling involved in that would be so immense, that I really don't mind that I don't get to meet them this time around. I am happy enough to enjoy vicariously. There are many new babies in the mix. Odyssey had real shiny gold and silver wrapping paper this time around, and I had a great time wrapping up various little gifts for the kids (names unknown, as yet).

The super awesome Chow girl finally helped me overcome my fear of interval work-outs. She dismissed my silliness re: interval work-outs yesterday. "Don't be fucking stupid" I told myself this morning, all resolute and stuff. I jogged over. The thing is, I cannot run cold any more. Its a recent realisation. I never stretch - at least not the static kind. But the ol' muscles deserve loosening. So I ran from home to the track (the nearby one - maybe 1-1.5km away). She was already there. This kid is awesome, I am so excited thinking about her running career. We did 4x400m; 2x200m; 2x100 m; cool downs between each (walking), and I ran back home and did AbRipperX Core Slash Abs for 12 mins after ('Bring it'). Everything feels good so far. I have not overdone it, this means. This is enough, this means. It was fun! This means. Thank you, Chow.

Saturday stretches ahead. I have lots of things to do, lots of places to go, lots of people to meet. But I look forward to it. I welcome both the new and old things. I invariably learn from the new things. And the experience under my belt is handy for the old things. The track has changed to Vishnu Sahasranaaman now. I wonder if the old lady ('Double Attack' my dad would say, referring to the diamonds on both nostrils that MSS aunty and others would wear) knows that she lives on, in voice, in a gazillion households (and a few tea shops). Wonder what I will leave behind? These words, for my little girl to read some day, maybe when she is all grown up? Actually, it doesn't matter, not today. The here and now is good enough...