Mushroom


A view of Son’s previous home. I had to delete the overall view to keep out its number.

Son’s house in Sugar Land went to his ex after his divorce. He let it be, because of his three sons. Mushrooms would occasionally show up on the front lawn. I was tempted to gather them, but I didn’t know whether they were safe to eat, so other then to take a photo, or two (looked through photos, I must have deleted them) I didn’t pluck them. 
My late husband’s sis in law K was fond of mushrooms. They grew abundantly on her father’s agricultural land. We tasted those mushrooms, when husband, and I visited with his brother A and his wife. I wish I had asked K for the recipe. The taste was simply divine. I have never come across mushrooms cooked so deliciously. K died in 2004 of breast cancer, while A died recently on November 6. They had no children. A used to go, and lie beside K’s grave for hours on end. He didn’t marry after his wife’s death.

Today is the end of our internet, and Son, and I are leaving on Monday. I will try to post via my phone’s hot spot if it’s possible. It may be a week I will be able to visit my favorite blogs, or write. So bye for now. Be safe, and be happy. Sheen.

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Mushroom

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Droll

Our home is a mess, littered with boxes, and there is hardly any space left to move around. Some items are left for the last day to pack, and my blood pressure shoots up at the thought whether we will be done with packing on the day we are leaving. 

There has been bad news one after the other. First one was about brother in law A dying. Son and I bought the tickets, and then we learnt that step brother in law B has taken over the houses, land, money left for Son (as A didn’t have children of his own). A in his last will left everything for Son to inherit. B has taken the papers, and everything. 

Son was upset over his step uncle’s behavior. We never expected this from B. Two nights before we were woken up from sleep by the banging on our front door. “Open the door”. It was midnight. Both of us were apprehensive as to who was there, and frightened at opening the door. It was the police. Son asked them to show themselves, so that he could ascertain via the peep hole as to whether they were actually the police. Son went to the balcony to look at their vehicle. He then opened the door to them.

The first question was, “Do you have a gun?” Son’s answer was no. They started questioning him. After answering their questions, Son asked them why had they come? Their answer was so droll. They said that someone had reported that Son was going to commit suicide (God forbid).  They weren’t telling us the person’s name. We were astonished at how can someone make up a lie like that? 

The police stayed for an hour. After they were satisfied with Son’s answers they left. Son found out on his own as to who sent the police. Son had written on his Facebook account to his friend S that he was under a lot of stress. Soon all his friends knew. S is currently in Australia. He told his brother, who is a doctor in Oregon, and he alerted the Texas police. We took the police coming in a good way that his friends were concerned about him, instead of the intrusion at midnight.

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Droll

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Honk

Lala (older brother), and I hold different views on everything under the sun. Whereas he tries to blast people’s ears with honking, I would like to forbid its’ usage – only to be used under most dire circumstances. 

When we are going some place in my car, Lala drives my driver nuts by telling him to honk every other minute. The driver has my clear instructions not to use the horn, while Lala tells him otherwise when he is sitting in the front seat. Lala smilingly revels in any opportunity to do so. My driver remains confused who to listen to.

I have always found honking terribly offensive. On roads in home country I’m particularly terrified of bus horns. Their sound is highly grating, loud and irritating on ears. One of my close friend J lost her husband to heart attack brought on by the honking of bus drivers.

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Honk

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Black

Last year I wanted a new iPhone. I wanted a silver color (like my old one) which wasn’t available. I waited a month, and a half for it to come. I cancelled, as they were charging for insurance too. This year almost the same thing happened. The only color available was black. I okayed it, cause  I didn’t want a repeat of last year. The shop attendant showed me a water proof cover for it. I bought it.

After getting back home, I discovered that the voice wasn’t clear. Besides that I wasn’t getting messages, or phone calls on the new purchase. My euphorbia over a new phone evaporated into thin air. I waited a day , or so for Son to be free so he could go with me. 

We explained the problems with the new iPhone. The attendant wasn’t helpful, and I felt more disappointed. He told me to find out after five days if he had more iPhones available. One option was to return it.

Coming out to the parking area I got an idea. I removed the cover, and told Son to get out of the car, and move away some distance, and then phone me. He did, and I found out nothing was wrong with the phone. We went back, and I chose another cover, returning the first one. 

I’m glad I did the experiment, saved myself another trip, and solved the problem on my own.

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Black

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Strut

What’s there to strut? Even if there was, I wouldn’t have known how? 

Since getting up in the morning, I’m packing. It’s at moments like these that I wish we didn’t have to move. Even those essential items are the bases for a terrible headache. My left foot is swelling with no time to put both feet to rest, and my Sciatica is ready to blow up to a horrible, and constant pain. It’s because of the bending in putting things in boxes, and bags.

Getting last minute air tickets to Peshawar has made a bigger hole in my account. Son had assured me that there is a great demand for the apartments where we live. In a week’s time new tenant occupy once one is vacated. It was just a misconception. The manager has let us know that there is no escaping from paying for December, January even if we vacate in a week’s time now. We were going to put our stuff in storage, but now it’s of no monetary benefit to us, so we are thinking of letting it remain here. 

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Strut

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Gingerly

Gingerly I step onto my bed to pull the cord to shut down the fan lights.  I don’t like bright lights, unless it is exceptionally cold inside too. Then perhaps if they are on, it will create an illusion of warmth, otherwise I’m perfectly fine with a table lamp, or the standing light in the corner. Whereas Son comes to my bedroom (mostly he is using my printer), turn on the fan lights, and exiting he forgets to turn them off.

Running to, and fro on various errands, I feel warm, and turn on the fan, only to find the lights are on too.

I can’t call Son to switch them off, as he isn’t home at that moment in time. I have to climb onto my bed. Trying to kneel I feel the pain in my right knee. It hasn’t recovered from my car accident last year. I grimace, and manage to stand on the bed to reach the cord.

Every time I’m switching off the lights, and pain surges in my knee, I wish Son could remember that I don’t like those lights at all.

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Gingerly

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