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Saturday.

Hum.

G~d, I hate it when I completely forget that my Grandmother doesn't have work on Saturdays.

Well, I woke up earlier than usual, around 7, I believe. I stalled, I tidied the bathroom a bit to get on her good side (which rarely even exists), and just generally feared to tell her that I had planned to attend the Pooja today.

As some of you may know, my grandmother and I are not...the best of friends, exactly. 

Anyway, I was offered the ride to Jessica's from Kesh...she's staying over here, along with her husband and Gabs for a few days.

Anyway, I went a bit early for the pooja...which was planned, since I had to change.  The Pandit had already arrived from long before.  I was just glad to be recieved into the warmth of the family, just anyway.

It was about 9-something when the Pooja started.  Grandma, Neem, Jess, Aunty, Some other elderly woman, Sonia and I sat around the altar as the Pandit sang his chants and whatnot...The four mentioned first actually having part.  Well...yep...and...it was a pooja...and it happened...and...yeah.

Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed my bag of sweets...which is always the best part.

So, I stayed nearly the entire day, peeling garlic for the most part and helping to prepare for tomorrow's pooja, which would be the larger, less intimate one.

While talking, Neem almost forcibly encourage me to attend tomorrow's pooja...which..is not a bad thing, except, hearing that nealry 200 people were invited...

I'd feel just terribly uncomfortable...

"Why don't you come by tomorrow?"
"That's okay...I..."
"We would love for you to come! You're not doing anything tomorrow!"

I tried a few times to talk her out of having me come, but after some time, she won.  Now, they're all expecting me to come.  Guess I have another to go tomorrow.  I just don't know how I'm going to manage being around so many of them...

Neem dropped me home.  I had to face the torment of my grandmother.  I cried for 20 more minutes out of sheer guilt.  That, and a headache that is induce by hearing her painstaking voice.

We'll see what happens tomorrow.

My hands still smell of Garlic.

 

In other news...I have no other news. I'm dried out.