Jira,
In-laws are in-laws. They don’t
care much; they only illustrate some designed interest, because they are
in-laws. The thanksgiving turkey could have been juicier, but at internal
temperature of 165 degrees, I couldn’t blame the bird for not being succulent. I
have no complaints, the gravy was juicy enough. Isn’t that a
synonym? You may ask. That is not the point of this commentary.
The after dinner conversation was
not so priceless. My in-laws are so much into matchmaking; being with them
feels like being in a roundtable meeting at eHarmony.com.
So, what do I do? I roam from one
room to another looking for a PC (or a laptop) with the Internet connection. I
find one. I type Sajha.com to see if someone has posted some comments in my new
thread. There is none. In a way, I am relieved.
Glanced through the Kurakani
threads and saw your piece. I had to click on it because I remember your witty
poem titled ‘Eh Baa,
Happy thanksgiving!
I sincerely thank you for the six
minutes of uninterrupted entertainment. The next time, I demand 12 minutes.