Indian sighting that stayed with me as I walked to the main road to catch an auto to work: the man who lives down stairs standing in his man skirt (lungee) and wife beater, holding his son, greeting me in surprise as I descended the stairs. I have seen many a man skirt in my days but for some reason this sighting made me feel akward... 

How cool are these 3-D sonograms of my first niece! Little Isabella is due the beginning of Janurary  I will be an aunt...Aunt Barb (for REAL instead of it being what my kids called me at the Ranch)...the Aunt who lives very far away in the mysterious land of India...For her first months anyway...













I leave for Delhi here again in a few hours...Thusly starts the next months of me being OUT of town WAY more than being IN town...Oh bed, will you know me? Swivel chair will you beckon a new occupant? Oh somosa man on the corner, who will pay you my 24 rupees a week?