The Old Man and the C [Jim]
C for Chowringee Ave.
Wednesday afternoon, I went down to the American Center Library to work. [As an aside (as if everything herein isn’t fundamentally an aside (determining to what it is on the side is left as an exercise for the Reader)), said Library (refer to previous sentence if the referent of “library” has been (understandably) forgotten) was the site of the terrorist attack two days before we left Kolkata on our last trip. The exterior of the building has been turned into quite the fortress. Impressive in a way.] In the middle of the afternoon, a rather large thunderstorm hit the city, but it was over by the time I left to go home. The trip home is a 30 minute walk (or, I suppose, about a 45 minute cab ride). I began my stroll in good spirits and a half a block away I encountered a terrific flood. It seems that Kolkata has done little to improve its drainage system in the last five years. You can imagine the number of vacant taxis available in such conditions. So I continued to stroll. On the way home I encountered numerous such floods—by taking alternate routes when said obstacles were found, I was able to avoid all but three of them. The remaining three involved wading through water which came up over my ankles. As said water had all the cleanliness of the streets of Kolkata, it can be imagined that the wading was through matter exhibiting something other than completely Sanitary Conditions (i.e., it would be inadvisable to Drink said water). At long last, I arrived home with Shoes Most Water-Logged. However, some of the scalding hot water from our shower, along with a fair amount of our kitchen disinfectant and a night spent under the fan in the kid’s room (not our room, lest the Long-Suffering Wife suffer from a malodorous evening) soon returned my shoes to normal.
In other News:
1. Emma has earnestly and forcefully requested that the following Notification be entered into the Public Record: Emma is not responsible for the Titles on her blog entries.
2. I just reread the book to which the title of this entry refers. Here is my Book Report: It’s good. Emma will be reading it for Home School ere long. The discussions of the Great DiMaggio are Perfect. The interesting Puzzle: Was it worth it? I think so, but that relies on thinking of Work as its own Reward.
3. I also just read “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Fairly interesting. I can’t help but think of Blanche as some sort of image of the British in India. Hard to figure why that allusion would occur to me.
4. The Long-suffering Wife will presumably post something at some point, at which time, there might be something other than meandering ruminations about nothing or brief stoic observation posted herein. {Incidentally, to the person suggesting a course of study of the Stoics for Home School—a truly excellent Idea!] Next week, Emma will be reading “The Call of the Wild;” Lily will be reading a selection of Robert Frost; both will be reading Orwell’s “Shooting an Elephant,” and some yet to be determined tales from Poe. Also, a selection of 20th century speeches and Orwell’s “Politics and the English Language” are possible additions to the reading for the week.
5. Today I am off to IISWBM for the first time.
Wednesday afternoon, I went down to the American Center Library to work. [As an aside (as if everything herein isn’t fundamentally an aside (determining to what it is on the side is left as an exercise for the Reader)), said Library (refer to previous sentence if the referent of “library” has been (understandably) forgotten) was the site of the terrorist attack two days before we left Kolkata on our last trip. The exterior of the building has been turned into quite the fortress. Impressive in a way.] In the middle of the afternoon, a rather large thunderstorm hit the city, but it was over by the time I left to go home. The trip home is a 30 minute walk (or, I suppose, about a 45 minute cab ride). I began my stroll in good spirits and a half a block away I encountered a terrific flood. It seems that Kolkata has done little to improve its drainage system in the last five years. You can imagine the number of vacant taxis available in such conditions. So I continued to stroll. On the way home I encountered numerous such floods—by taking alternate routes when said obstacles were found, I was able to avoid all but three of them. The remaining three involved wading through water which came up over my ankles. As said water had all the cleanliness of the streets of Kolkata, it can be imagined that the wading was through matter exhibiting something other than completely Sanitary Conditions (i.e., it would be inadvisable to Drink said water). At long last, I arrived home with Shoes Most Water-Logged. However, some of the scalding hot water from our shower, along with a fair amount of our kitchen disinfectant and a night spent under the fan in the kid’s room (not our room, lest the Long-Suffering Wife suffer from a malodorous evening) soon returned my shoes to normal.
In other News:
1. Emma has earnestly and forcefully requested that the following Notification be entered into the Public Record: Emma is not responsible for the Titles on her blog entries.
2. I just reread the book to which the title of this entry refers. Here is my Book Report: It’s good. Emma will be reading it for Home School ere long. The discussions of the Great DiMaggio are Perfect. The interesting Puzzle: Was it worth it? I think so, but that relies on thinking of Work as its own Reward.
3. I also just read “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Fairly interesting. I can’t help but think of Blanche as some sort of image of the British in India. Hard to figure why that allusion would occur to me.
4. The Long-suffering Wife will presumably post something at some point, at which time, there might be something other than meandering ruminations about nothing or brief stoic observation posted herein. {Incidentally, to the person suggesting a course of study of the Stoics for Home School—a truly excellent Idea!] Next week, Emma will be reading “The Call of the Wild;” Lily will be reading a selection of Robert Frost; both will be reading Orwell’s “Shooting an Elephant,” and some yet to be determined tales from Poe. Also, a selection of 20th century speeches and Orwell’s “Politics and the English Language” are possible additions to the reading for the week.
5. Today I am off to IISWBM for the first time.
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