A Personal Inventory
It occurred to me today, as I was scampering hither and thither through Rewalsar in an attempt to help make the house livable before Sunday, that maybe the contents of my purse aren’t like a normal person’s. That’s the MommyWizard life for you. Every once in a while there’s a moment where you think, “Now, if I were a normal person, stuff wouldn’t be this way.” Anyway, today’s haul was the following…doesn’t it sound like an old-style
inventory list from Zork, or something?
>i
In your djola (Indian purse):
Wallet
Passport
Mala (prayer beads for kora)
Lighter/flashlight
Knitting project (feather and fan scarf)
Knitting project (Rosebud sweater, just the hem)
2 pens
notepad
umbrella
shower head
Benadryl
Epi-Pen
Hand Sanitizer (don’t go Third World without it)
lotion
eyeglass cleaning cloth
a copy of the 100-syllable Vajrasattva mantra
an invoice from the Ashwani Radio Company for two voltage stabilizers
Hindi, Urdu & Bengali: Lonely Planet Phrasebook
copy of an email listing tasks for plumber
In your hands:
toilet seat
>l
You are at the house above the statue.
>Drop toilet seat
dropped.
>w
The room is full of befuddled mysteries, no two alike.
>s
The room is full of befuddled mysteries, no two alike.
>e
The room is full of befuddled mysteries, no two alike.
>n
The room is full of befuddled mysteries, no two alike.
>chai
You stop and have a cup of masala chai with the mysteries.
>s
The room is full of befuddled mysteries, no two alike.
