Today’s been a good day.
(And that’s regardless of the fact that if I now have any crisis, it can legitimately be called a mid-life crisis. The life expectancy is like 40, right? And to be perfectly honest, I’ve been kind of dreading turning twenty years old. Twenty, after all, is a large number. Twenty years old means I’ve been alive for two entire decades. Snaps.)
Anyway, today’s been a good day.
In the morning, we finally made our way to the Security Office to get a much-needed ID Pass. When we got there, however, the watchman told us to come back after 10. No worries! I looked good, I felt good, and nothing was going to ruin my day. I told my driver to just drop my off at the lab, and I would walk here later in the day.
He looked at me like I was a superhero for willingly walking a couple of miles to come back to the Security Office.
But I ended up not needing to walk all the way to the Security Office.
Around 10 o’ clock, I headed for the Security Office, but after walking for five minutes, a lady in a bright yellow sari stopped her scooter and asked if I wanted a lift. I hopped on her scooter and we zoomed off to the Security Office. The woman was incredibly interesting; she lived on campus because her husband was a chemistry teacher here. She, on the other hand, was the principal of an elementary school. And her daughter was currently attending college at the University of Wisconsin and was studying Japanese.
She dropped me off right at the doorstep of the Security Office and zoomed away. I went into the office, gave my paper and pictures, and headed back to the lab.
The rest of the day went just as smoothly. I derived some equations and discovered that one of my lab-mates loves The Big Bang Theory. 3:30 came rather quickly.
On my way home from the office, however, I had to wait for five minutes because 4 large cows had decided to park themselves across the road. (Maybe they wanted to wish me a happy birthday?) I’ve seen a fair number of cows in my week of commuting, but never had we been forced to a standstill because we were surrounded by cows.
It was awesome.
After about five minutes of just sitting there, the driver decided that the cows were probably too comfortable to go anywhere, so he started yelling at them. And after a few ‘Hya!’s and ‘Hut!’s the cows meandered out and we were on our way.
I came home to a feast.
My grandmother shows her love through food, and today she cooked up a storm. There were potato-cutlet sandwiches, noodles, jalebi (Oh-my-goodness-I’ve-died-and-gone-to-Heaven, piping-hot, melt-in-your-mouth, dripping-with-orangey-sweetness jalebi) mangos, cake, and ice cream.
It was wonderful.
The cake, however, left a bit to be desired. Apparently, my grandmother had saved half a packet of cake-mix and used that to make a cake in her microwave. Let me repeat that: she used half a packet of opened cake mix, put a random amount of eggs, water, and oil in the batter, and cooked the cake in her magical microwave. The cake was surprisingly tasty. It just happened to be rock-solid.
Like a cookie.
Like a spongy cookie.
But it’s the thought that counts, right? And once we added some ice cream and mangos, it tasted delicious. Like a true birthday treat. :)
-May 31st
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