In the midst of “monkeys jumping on the bed, kittens losing their mittens and the wheels on the bus going round and round”, there is one thing that keeps me sane, other than my baby girl smiling of course, and that is the innumerable bobbleheads/solar dancers that are dancing on my patio stand. I love them. No wonder I run to the Dollar Tree once they come out with the new collection. Currently, I have around 20 of them. Different characters, all dancing merrily in the sun, or even on a cold windy day.
Every day when my baby is having her morning nap, I love sitting on the sofa, looking at them nodding their heads merrily, slowly going tkk-tkk. There is some sort of peace in watching them move. Probably, it is the rhythm, or the precision of every bobble. A lot of people turn their heads to see the dancers, while they are walking the dog, or going for a walk, or a jog. I have seen quite a number of people smile looking at them. Our Fedex delivery lady loves them. She says so herself every time she drops a package.
I add on to the collection every now and then, much to my husband’s displeasure. He hates the Dollar Tree and he hates my bobbleheads, though the first bobblehead I bought, the valentine devil, adores his otherwise messy cubicle. This was last year, when I didn’t know a little devil of our own was on her way. I am addicted to them and have passed on the same thing to my mother in law. Why else would she take these back to India? 😛
As I write this post, I see my baby girl playing on her gym mat and my adorable dancers dancing away to glory to the tunes of the sun in sunny SanDiego. Sure, life is messy, but these bobbleheads teach us that we still can dance all day long.
#Day 3 Prompt : Today I challenge you to write a fourteener. Fourteeners can be have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line consisted of seven iambic feet (i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, times seven), but non-iambic fourteeners also exist. The fourteener was popular in 16th and 17th century England, where it was particular common in ballads, but it also is the form in which “Casey at the Bat” is written. The form is versatile enough to encompass any subject matter, but as the example of “Casey at the Bat” shows us, it is particularly useful in narrative poetry, due to the long line and the step-like sense of progression created by the iambs.
Sigh! I had never ever thought that I would reach a stage where I would be writing a post with the above title. But, life is never about things that you think will happen. It is about things that, err (*scratching head*), happen. Philosophy won’t help me post frequently, will it? But, let me make a note of things that force me to be an infrequent blogger.
I blame it on the weather here. No, it doesn’t rain here in San Diego as it used to in Oregon, but, that is the point. I spend more time gardening, tending to my half-dead plants. 😛 Also, the heat from outside is more than enough to warm me up. I don’t have to depend on my laptop’s fan to warm my lap up. No, don’t ask me why I don’t use a table. I will have to then talk lengthily about my messy table.
Dollar Tree is very close to my place. Now, it is like “Alice in Wonderland” feeling for me. Where else will I get unwanted things for $1 which I then use to make unnecessary crafty things that mess up my already messed up table.
I am busy stuffing my mouth, err, my stomach with delicious (read junk) food all the time.
I am busy visiting already-visited places and wondering what has changed. Well, the answer is me. O_0
I am also busy posting photos of every food item I eat, every cloud I see, every silly item I find, on Instagram and tagging the photos with unrelated and mindless hashtags. If you are interested (as you can see I am self-promoting), my Instagram username is SillyHappyMess. Find me, ok? 😀
I am busy deleting my junk mail that is being filled with Thanksgiving and Cyber Week deals.
I am being infrequent so that I can avoid writing such nonsensical posts time and again. Looks like it is not helping.
Most importantly, I am baby sitting my parents, and keeping them occupied is not an easy task. 😀
I have more to add to my excuses’ list. But, I will refrain from it for now. Hopefully, I will be more frequent from now on. But, for your own well-being, don’t believe me! (Well, that is, in case someone reads this post.)
NOTE: In case you missed it, look above. No silly, not the roof. Look at my blog title. It is “Being Pooja” now. 🙂