Friday, February 22, 2008

I've run out of gratitude

This is what- day 7? And I've run out of things to blog about being grateful for. It's not that I'm not grateful for many things, it's mostly that I feel stupid blathering on about being glad I have a Tivo so I can avoid commercials, enough blankets so I can watch TV without catching a chill in my old and drafty house, or kids who are funny even when they are being naughty.

So here I sit, looking for profound gratitude, and it's just not coming to me. (And I've picked up neither knitting needles nor crochet hook in two days.) So, instead, I'll tell you all a funny story (funny to me, and worth remembering, but you may disagree. That's okay-- I don't expect you to giggle).

Back story: Many people, Mr Deplume's dad especially, really rely on their GPS units to get them from point A to point B. Sometimes, even with the GPS units working for him, he still makes makes errors in his travels. I've heard others mention that they simply could not live without them.

Today: We are getting ready to travel to Chicago soon. DH walks into the kitchen tonight, holding three pages of printed Google map/directions. He looks at me and says, "I've got the TomTom here for us."

I said, "Good. I don't think we could make it there without one."

"I just need one thing. While we're driving, you need to read these to me in an Australian accent."

"Sorry, the only accent I can do is Indian." I wondered even how good my Indian accent was, and tried a 'turrn right herr at de next corner' for him.

"You'll also have to say 'Tank you, come again' a lot." He replies.

I pondered that for a minute. "I think I only need to go with 'come again' if I'm doing an Apu impression. I don't think most Indians say that any more than anyone else."

"Okay. Just work on the accent before tomorrow, okay? I just don't think I can get there with the directions in Midwestern English."

"Fair Enough, Schmoopy."

And I went back to cooking dinner. I love my guy. And I love that all my hours of solitarily (is that a word?) watching Bollywood films has finally paid off.


  1. Now that's funny. One of my best friends is Indian, but she does theoretical physics, not groceries, so I couldn't tell you what she'd say (other than perhaps, "Look, it's the string theory guy again! Can I hide in your room, I think he likes me.")
    Women physicists are rare. They get pursued.

    Good luck getting there! I'm one of those people who get lost even with GPS and then need the GPS to get them unlost.

  2. It's a good thing my family knows not to ask me to read directions - I am the absolute worse at navigating. Can't navigate and knit at the same time. :)

  3. Have you named the GPS yet? We named ours Veronica and I have a little girl crush on her.

    If she had an Indian accent, I'd never turn her off!

  4. LOL That's awesome. I think that's was totally worth a blog. I giggled..and I needed that. So thanks.

    Oh, and having enough blankets to keep the chill away when the house gets drafty is a really good thing to be thankful for. Don't ask how I know.