I had a good weekend. Saturday was a cold day compared to the 70’s we had last week. It was in the 30’s, but we had flurries falling all through the day. No accumulation, though. Dada was working all morning on the new flat panel TV installation and the shelf that he is building by cutting the wall between the family room and the bedroom. The TV is already mounted on the wall above the fireplace and he pulled the wires through a hole to the closet in the bedroom. He also cut up the wall between the family room and the bedroom and is installing the shelf in there. I am fascinated by what he is doing, but it gets a little to dusty when he does his work, so mama and me got in my room and closed doors. It was almost 2pm when he was done with all his drillings and cuttings. He cleaned it all up and started doing the wiring for the new outlets. I was very happy when he needed my help in pulling the cables through the holes. I put my whole hand inside the wall through the small holes and pulled the cables through. Dada told me he couldn’t have done it without me because his big hands can’t be inserted into the small holes. I was proud.
After lunch, I watched the scary movie (The Shining) that we had been watching. All the background music makes the movie more scary than it actually is. Even though the movie is rated R, I am actually enjoying watching it. I look forward to seeing what really happens in the end.
Dada took me for the tennis class at 4pm. After that we went for the Firebird ballet by Alexandra Ballet. It was at Touhill hall at UMSL. I really enjoyed the ballet. It was great. I wish I could dance like all those girls on the stage. Mama had brought a sausage for me to eat during the intermission, but I was still hungry. After the ballet, when dada went to bring the car around, mama and I went looking to see if we could buy some chips, but the stall was closed. I was pretty upset about it and cried a little. I think I slept off in the car.
On Sunday, we went to the church. Today, there were some additional rituals at the church. Achan prayed with a cross with a red cloth wrapped around it and placed it on a stand below the altar. A few weeks ago, dada had explained to me how they made scarecrows in India by making a cross with two sticks and placing an old shirt on it to scare the birds away. I couldn’t help but ask him, “Dada, you remember you told me about how you make scarecrows, is that something like that?”. Dada took me to the small room behind the church and explained to me that this is not a scarecrow. Achan is doing it because we are in the middle of the noymbu and we are getting ready for Easter. I like the way he tells me about all these stories and then remind me that they are all just stories. The Sunday school teacher tells us all the stories as if they really happened. But, dada tells me I must think about everything without blindly believing in any of the stories. He tells me stories enrich us, but we should not let them influence our mind too much. I am a bit confused, but dada tells me it is ok to be confused because confusion makes us think. He tells me he doesn’t want me to be influenced either way. He admits that he may have a tendency to influence me, but he wants me to think and form my own views. He wants to, some day, look up to me for my views. Mmmh..
I played in the church yard with the other kids. I had a yellow flower with stem that dada had given me from a flower vase in the basement. Saagar came up to me and pulled the flower out of the stem. I was very upset and started crying. He was upset to see me crying. He took me to the flower bed near the church and plucked two better looking flowers. I know he is a nice boy and didn’t really mean to upset me, but I don’t understand why people can’t be sensitive to the fact that I get attached to my things. I liked that flower just like I like all the drawings I bring home from school. To others, they may be just another paper, but I am attached to them and I can’t stand the sight of someone treating it without understanding that attachment.
I know I cry a little more than some other kids. But dada tells me it is ok to cry as long as I am doing it for a reason. He tells me I am actually fortunate to be able to cry like that. When he was a little boy, he used to cry and people around him would make fun of him and he developed the habit of suppressing everything inside which is not a good thing. When I cry for no reason, he dislikes it though. He has started giving me punishments (which usually means I don’t get to watch “Sister Sister”) when I do it. I am fine with punishments as long as they are for a reason. They only make me a better person, as dada says.
At home, we again settled down to watch the scary movie. Mama was in the kitchen occasionally watching the movie. In the midst of all the funny sounds from the movie, we didn’t hear the doorbell the first time. It was Caroline and Sabrina asking if I want to go out and play with them. I did. Spent the next couple of hours playing with them.
Alka came in the evening with her parents. We played for a while. Then Binu came and Alka and her parents left soon after. I played dominoes with Binu for a while. But, Binu got talking to dada about being healthy and working out etc. and I was ignored. Binu left after dinner.
Dada hasn’t been feeling too well. His cold is really bad. I think he inhaled too much dust and drywall powder on Saturday. He had a headache by the time Binu left. He again wanted sleep by himself. I miss him when he doesn’t sleep with us. I like sleeping in the middle of dada and mama. I wish I will never grow up and have to move out….
No comments:
Post a Comment