Rainy day ramblings

I love this weather- heavy mists, incessant drizzle, howling winds. Never mind that I have a pile of soggy laundry gathering up a light stink. When your'e relatively jobless and cooped at home, this kind of weather is the best. Endless cups of hot red tea, a book, thick socks, Joshua Radin (for now) and the prospect of a visit from the bf (I'll cross the Sahara for you, swim the Atlantic for you..I'll come see you if it stops raining) is all that's needed.

Lately, I've been too lazy, or rather uninspired to update my blog. I've been vaguely thinking about how they said artists suffer for their art. And I've come to the conclusion that when one is too content, it becomes horribly easy to be un-creative. And I am- too content and un-creative. Not that I'm saying I'm an artist- but when I first started this blog, I was undergoing an early mid-life crisis, so my blog became sort of an outlet for me, and now that I'm so smugly content, I've been neglecting this little outlet. I think artists deliberately starve themselves in their dinky garrets just so they would be forced to create art to escape from the squalor of their surroundings and the tumult in their minds.

Rodi got married and she moved to Bangalore. Jamie's is looming. We're truly happy for them, but we're also feeling melancholy as heck because our little circle of friends will never be the same again. No more weekend bed-ins at Rodi's or Jamie's. I guess this is why Npi and Apuii have become so strangely possessive- Npi interrogates me upon every SMS I receive, and Apuii throws a sulk-fit when we order MaryKay products from someone else other than her. I suppose in a way we're all trying to hold on to "us" in some way.

My happiest moments were those days when "attending classes" consisted of spending the whole day at Big Bang Restaurant and playing "Bonus". Magic happens when you throw in a gaggle of girls, a deck of cards, a roughbook and a pen. When someone lags behind in points, we would draw a stick figure hanging himself from a tree branch near the laggard's name. Then, amazingly, her points would start to come up. On the rare occasions that the hangman failed, we would make lightning strike that tree. And that was a sure-fire points upper. Pure magic.

Yes, change happens. Life doesn't always turn out the way you expect it to, but that's not a bad thing. It's cold, so I'm going to snuggle with my little nephew. One day, maybe I'll have one of my own, and Id be waiting not for the bf to come visit, but for the husband to come home. And I won't mind at all. This from a girl who once swore she was never going to go down that domestic route. No, change isn't a bad thing at all.

And hence the reason why I'm sooo smugly content :)