I’m off to hang out with my Mom (above right, frog hunting with my uncle) and Dad (not pictured, because she didn’t know him back in 1937).
I call my parents Mr. and Mrs. Beige, mostly in jest. They would blend invisibly right into any typical mid-western American crowd, but it’s only a facade. Internally, they are sparkly and rainbow-colored.
One of my goals while I’m with them is to find some old photographs of my Dad since I don’t seem to have any. I do have their wedding photo:
but I don’t consider it old, since it’s not that much older (ten months) than I am.
Yup, ten months. (They hadn’t seen each other in five years when they got married. True story!)
Another goal is to make them watch some Hindi films that I’m taking with me, which they are occasionally willing to do. But I may be overruled in favor of opera. And probably some Jane Austen. That’s okay too.
In any case, I won’t be blogging. I think I need a break anyway. I have been busy with my actual job (yes, I have one) and feeling disinclined to write, recently. But I’ll be back. I cannot live without my cake-wreck-of-a-movie movies* and all of you!
Here’s Mr. Beige again, just so I am even-handed with the parent pictures (they have always tried hard not to play favorites).
We are in Switzerland. It was a long time ago.
And not that I expect it, but if you find that you are missing me, you can occupy yourselves with identifying him, and him. I would be so grateful. Thanking you very much in advance.
Love, Memsaab
*Thanks to Beth for introducing me to Cake Wrecks. Be warned, though: it is a total time-suck.
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