Menocarpination [men-oh-car-pin-eh?-shun]; the condition of creating havoc




Wellll… not so much creating havoc as havoc having happened.  Room 102 has been looking the worse for wear over the past month as the preps have been underway for departure.  This involves boxes.





There were five initially.  Now there are eight.  None of them, in the end, include the OnePot1der as part of the contents.  Most of the last week, (aside from a nasty dose of the cold), has been spent pondering the pros and cons of fitting that little pot of incredibleness into the Scotland-bound contents. 

Yesterday, however, was P-day.  Packing had to be done and no ifs and buts about it.  When it came down to it, there was no place for the 1der.  In the end, it was an easy decision.  One was faced with the ridiculousness of being attached to a cooking instrument.  Fondness for an inert object of such ubiquitous availability on every land mass of the planet Earth is, when all is said and done, total idiocy.  Especially as the cost of adding another box would several times out-cost the value of purchasing a replacement in the destination country!

We do this though, do we not?  Place value where no value truly is.  A dreadfully, stupendously, binding act on our part.  Deceiving ourselves that only this article will do.  "I've got it worked out.  I know its quirks.  It deserves to come with me.."  HAH!

Rice cooker retirement plans 102.

Then there were the knives and the graters and a fork or three.  Crikey YAM, all this Vedanta and learning about the detachment of worldly nonsense and what are you doing???  Look, a few things have snuck in; some storage items, some glasses and teatowels...(because the storage items needed to be filled); a favourite masala packet or four - (space fillers again)...


Not so much though.  In truth, one has been extremely ruthless and much has been disposed of or will be over the remaining days.  A lot of it is of binning quality only, but there are things which will be distributed amongst ashramites.  The 1der can go to a couple of long-term staff, a pair of young ladies I know will be kind to it.  Ditto the refrigerator.  

Majority contents?

Books.  Over 160 books.  I stopped counting after 150.  Then there are the clothes - not just the white ones in which two years have been spent, but newly purchased colourful saris and kameez with which to dress my future.  Am not taking those to OZ as already have items waiting for me there.  These can go directly to Scotland and it saves on the luggage.

THAT space may come in handy.  There is still some gift and souvenir buying to be done!  Ayyoooohh, imagine a YAM let loose in the Himalayas, where all sorts of trinkets and treasures are likely to be on offer?

….that was a hint. 

The next four days will be pre-scheduled posts as am flying up to the Mountains for a stay at the Sidhabari ashram of the mission.  So in case you suspect I am ignoring you, dear reader, trust me,  I cannot do that.

I've become attached to you.


YAM xx



3 comments:

  1. Nice one! I used to think that the jokes abouit kids having more fun with boxes than the presets they came in were not true - but they are just plain fact!!

    Cheers - Stewart M - Melbourne

    PS: glad you liked the wordy post!

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  2. Loooooove the cartoons. Mountains? Yes. 'Nough said.

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  3. Love the cartoon. I hope you found enough boxes and are now revelling in the Himalayas experience.

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