Report of 19 July 2011
Hello from the land of sunshine -
This is what it's like to parent teenagers and work and run a household and, and. Not as though I am the only person in the world doing this. This morning, the boys' room had the fan blowing on full without anyone in it (a giant waste of electricity) and when the younger boy came out of his shower acknowledging blame for this, there were 7 pieces of clothing in the bathroom. 7. Argh - I have told this chap before of the very same issues, and so a hefty financial penalty ensued. He even has to go to the bank to get the rest of the fine.
Time with both boys is otherwise wonderful - they are fun and funny and kind.
The Banyan has been good. I had a giant learning experience the other day. We have a non-Indian patient with a gender identity disorder: she looks female, but the male social worker suspected that she was male, and the senior coordinator asked that I examine the patient. The patient is floridly mentally ill, and refused to lie down. So the exam was done standing up. First mistake, said my father. The patient convinced me that his/her male genitalia had been offered to God, and there were no breasts, so I pronounced him male. A couple of days later, Leela, our able nurse, said the patient had been sent for an ultrasound and a uterus had been detected. Double argh. My father and I had a detailed discussion about this, and he is an expert at sex reassignment surgeries. It was an excellent learning experience, especially as I embark to the U.S. for a work assignment.
The week was fine. Naren was in a play for a competition. 10 ten-minute plays were staged last week and the best 5 are through to the finals; Naren's is one of them, and the director got "Best Director." She is an extraordinarily talented young person (maybe 22 years old), and we are pleased. 10 different plays will be staged this week and Naren is in one of those as well. Navin is usually delighted to show his support.
My father was up here, on our invite, to see the plays and to spend the weekend with us. This is not normally his cup of tea, he prefers lightning visits. But he agreed to come, and we hung out, saw the rest of the family at one meal. Then went to the plays, which were good. We also had a bunch of neighbors and friends over, and our old friends, Joan and Mohanraj, were kind enough to join us. It was a marvellous evening, full of bonhomie and good feelings.
Nothing like being in touch with the family, I assure you. Absolutely nothing in my world justifies fights and prolonged silences. It is nice to see each other, revel in each others' senses of humor, and have our children influenced by the goodness in our relatives.
Unw -
R
This is what it's like to parent teenagers and work and run a household and, and. Not as though I am the only person in the world doing this. This morning, the boys' room had the fan blowing on full without anyone in it (a giant waste of electricity) and when the younger boy came out of his shower acknowledging blame for this, there were 7 pieces of clothing in the bathroom. 7. Argh - I have told this chap before of the very same issues, and so a hefty financial penalty ensued. He even has to go to the bank to get the rest of the fine.
Time with both boys is otherwise wonderful - they are fun and funny and kind.
The Banyan has been good. I had a giant learning experience the other day. We have a non-Indian patient with a gender identity disorder: she looks female, but the male social worker suspected that she was male, and the senior coordinator asked that I examine the patient. The patient is floridly mentally ill, and refused to lie down. So the exam was done standing up. First mistake, said my father. The patient convinced me that his/her male genitalia had been offered to God, and there were no breasts, so I pronounced him male. A couple of days later, Leela, our able nurse, said the patient had been sent for an ultrasound and a uterus had been detected. Double argh. My father and I had a detailed discussion about this, and he is an expert at sex reassignment surgeries. It was an excellent learning experience, especially as I embark to the U.S. for a work assignment.
The week was fine. Naren was in a play for a competition. 10 ten-minute plays were staged last week and the best 5 are through to the finals; Naren's is one of them, and the director got "Best Director." She is an extraordinarily talented young person (maybe 22 years old), and we are pleased. 10 different plays will be staged this week and Naren is in one of those as well. Navin is usually delighted to show his support.
My father was up here, on our invite, to see the plays and to spend the weekend with us. This is not normally his cup of tea, he prefers lightning visits. But he agreed to come, and we hung out, saw the rest of the family at one meal. Then went to the plays, which were good. We also had a bunch of neighbors and friends over, and our old friends, Joan and Mohanraj, were kind enough to join us. It was a marvellous evening, full of bonhomie and good feelings.
Nothing like being in touch with the family, I assure you. Absolutely nothing in my world justifies fights and prolonged silences. It is nice to see each other, revel in each others' senses of humor, and have our children influenced by the goodness in our relatives.
Unw -
R
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