Stutzfamily blog thingie

The next two weeks will be quiet ones on the blog front. Alea and Dave will both be gone for Week Without Walls trips, and then the entire family heads out to Udaipur for a week. We spent a lot of Saturday getting our packing and shopping done for the trips, and are looking forward to a quiet Sunday.

It is an interesting deal, though, dealing with the time changes. I am sitting here watching the ALCS baseball game (Boston just beat Tampa Bay 4-2), lounging in my pajamas sipping a cup of coffee. The presidential debates were fun to watch at 7 in the morning too, just as we were getting ready to go to school! Too bad the Cubbies didn’t make the playoffs – watching them play would be fun on a weekend morning (or then again, because it is the Cubs, maybe it won’t be too fun!).

There was a little get-together on Friday night -called Caf-ASB (like a cafe, get it?) – that was an artsy fartsy deal. People sang songs and read poetry, that sort of things. I wrote a quick song that I performed about life in Bombay. Hum in your mind to the tune of Home on the Range:

 

Cows and garbage (and even some crows behind her). Everything the song is about!

Oh give me a home 

Where the wild rickshaws roam

And the cows and the alley dogs play

Where seldom is heard

But for crows, not a bird

And the skies are not visible all day

(chorus)

Home, home in Bombay

Where the cows and the alley dogs play

Where seldom is heard

But for crows, not a bird

And there’s fireworks blasting each day

—————-

Travel through all the crowds

In a rickshaw so loud

With walls that are flimsy and thin

Bounce over the ruts

Drivers take the shortcuts

While betel juice drips down their chin

 

Home, home in Bombay

Where the cows and the alley dogs play

Where seldom is heard

But for crows, not a bird

And the roads are not empty all day

—————-

Here out near the shore

You can always find more

Proud and famous Bollywood rich

But hand in hand

With the superstars’ fans

Comes the oceanside smell of dried fish

 

Home, home in Bombay

Where the cows and the alley dogs play

Where seldom is heard

But for crows, not a bird

(Since they clean up the place, that’s ok)

—————-

When daylight grows frail

And folks hit the trail

To heat up their evening curry

There’s no other place

In this vast urban space

That can beat here: at Caf-ASB

 

Home, home in Bombay

Where the cows and the alley dogs play

Where seldom is heard

But for crows, not a bird

And our rooftop’s the best place to stay!