
hey, that guy's stealing our car. the nerve!

that house has been on sale for ages...

new england house rumoured to be built atop an old indian burial ground...
Events and happenings in the Mukherjee family...


that house has been on sale for ages...

new england house rumoured to be built atop an old indian burial ground...
After unpacking and re-assembling enough items to make the house liveable, my family has abandoned the confines of the ExecuStay suites to actually start living there... I'm sure their nostalgic memories of the neutral tones and pre-fabricated decor of their "smartly appointed living accommodations for stays of 30 days or longer" are already fading. The computer is up and running and the cable modem has been procured, so it shouldn't be long until my Dad takes over the reins here again. I am going down to Connecticut this Friday to check out the new digs. Stay tuned for the first installment of themukherjees.com from scenic southern Connecticut!
Add two new red things to the list of Mukherjee stuff. One of them is Mom's new phone (red faceplate) that still plays snake, but Sanjoy says its tougher because of the smaller buttons and screen. The other is a new car, an Acura 3.2 tl in "firepepper red"...that comes with seat warmers, etc. Who needs seat warmers in balmy New England?

Dad says "Every time I visit the house, I get to like it more. There are a couple of big boulders around the back of the house and there's a stone wall at one side of the property. And then on the side of the house there is a little hill about half the height of the house. There are big oak trees near the house. I think that the trees around the property are all...they're all very tall...and I think they're all oak. On the way from the school to our house there are some massive oak trees, must be two, three hundred years old. Today, when we were coming back it was snowing a little bit and everything looked very pretty."
Down in Connecticut it turns out that the city doesn't provide garbage collection. Instead you have to hire a private hauler to come and get it for you: five dollars per week for garbage and 3.50 for blue box.
Dad, Mom and Sanjoy are settling in down in CT. On Saturday, they went to a cool music store in Woodbridge (where they'll be living soon) to buy a violin for Sanjoy's music class in school. In true American style it is located next to a gigantic wine and spirits superstore. Today Sanjoy called his good friend Eric back in Toronto. Turns out that the MO is for Eric and Cameron to go to Cameron's house over lunch for snacking and gaming. But despite this development, the news is that Sanjoy's class is missing him... Tomorrow Sanjoy is off of school because of Martin Luther King Day...my Mom on the other hand still has to go to work. Seems like BMS doesn't celebrate that particular holiday. Another discovery was a huge cinema, also in the area, where they saw Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (released in the US on January 12th). Jayanti Mukherjee says: "It was superb!" Also on Sunday, they all wished my grandfather a happy 85th birthday back in India. Happy Birthday Dadu!
Stupid American Questions: Sanjoy's math teacher in Connecticut asked him if he knew what the Academy Awards were...and also whether he knew what cavities were. Dad is taking Sanjoy to school every morning, and reports that it is a pretty drive. He also arranged for cable, electricity and telephone service for the new house today. It looks like the American branch of the family is becoming a bunch of homebodies. They wake up at 6.30 AM and are in bed by 11 o'clock. They've also been eating most of their meals at home and not going out for dinner. They're missing news of Canada, but hopefully things will improve once they get their computer out of storage.
Well, its been a pretty hectic week. On the 28th and 29th, the contents of the house were packed up and moved and we spent the rest of the week at the Toronto Airport Marriott. With all our belongings gone (except for a couple of superballs and a copy of Asimov's "The End of Eternity"), the house didn't feel much like a home any more.