who knew that there were so many things to do before leaving for india? what's better is that my wife, prerna, is in the midst of studying for the bar exam, so the task of packing is pretty much left up to me. this would not be a dautning job for most people, but for me, this seems like a mission of sisyphus-tic proportions. i have never been what people would call "neat" or "organized" - i was always the kid in grammar school whose desk was being shook out in front of the class because i couldn't find my homework, my textbooks or my more diminutive classmates. now i get to make exhaustive lists of doo-dads and gadgets that we may or may not use, but that my wife finds essential to drag across the world with us.
after all, when one travels to india, one doesn't want to do without two extra pairs of tweezers, lest one join in the indian tradition of overgrown unibrows that dominate the landscape of the lower forehead. one also must bring a plethora of shaving gear, electric and otherwise, for one must always stand guard against the growing of a muuch, the ubiquitous indian mustache. (seriously, men still walk around with handlebar mustaches and are actually quite proud of the look.) we're bringing our portable dvd player and our collection of more than three hundred movies, several hundred discs worth of recycled television shows, assorted books, a laptop, over a dozen pairs of shoes between the two of us (three for me and ten or eleven for her), hand lotion, and now i'm considering packing a rosary in case i lose my mind and turn to god.
okay. duty calls. my wife is in the other room studying, the cats are crying because i haven't cleaned the litter box in a couple of days, and i have to run to target to begin the shopping.
who knew that moving to india would be so much fun?
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doo-dads yourself. i'm not letting you use any of them when you're begging me for toilet paper that doesn't have whiskers.
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