|Gracies Funeral: Dec. 19th
|Gracie, my female parrot, died today. The last time I had a
parrot die on me was when I was nine years old. I think I cried an entire day, much to the
dismay of my parents. Gracie hasnt been doing well she was always fluffed up
in the morning, and lately she has become neurotic and has taken to plucking out feathers
in her back. Sue answered the door today and Jude was holding Gracie in his hand, like the
dead parrot schtick out of Monthy Python. "Dead, madam". Sue knew how upset I
would be, so she asked, how they (the Hindu) treat a dead pet. I suspect that she expected
some ritual with regards to transmigration like cremation. "Rubbish bin, madam".
At her insistence they wrapped Gracie in a banana leaf, sprinkled flowers and incense on
her, and gave her a proper send-off to her next life.
|Sue bought a spring-wound alarm clock to make sure that I
get to the airport on time. Its one of those big clunky things out of an old
cartoon, that has a bell at the top, and a lever that shakes the clock and vibrates it off
the bedstand. This version is made locally by a Bangalore company. When you set the alarm
at 5 A.M. it goes off at 6 A.M. If you set it at 6 A.M. it doesnt go off at all. At
7 A.M it goes off at 7:30. When you wind it up, it stops ticking.