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On the Blink

The swimming pool in front of our balcony.

I thought my internal thermostat must have gone awry with me feeling extremely warm. It took some time to realize that nothing was wrong with me, but the trouble laid with the cooling unit outside our home. It must have gone on the blink, and stopped cooling, although it was constantly whirring on, and wasn’t switching off.

I was preparing our evening meal, and at first thought it was the heat from the stove, and oven. I came to my room to ascertain the fact whether it was cool, or not? Mine is the coolest room in the house. It’s always my fate to suffer from cold, whereas other areas are noticeably warmer. In the morning when I get up from bed, I shrug on a jacket, otherwise I start sneezing. It confirmed the fact it was very warm indeed.

Son was home, not in Salt Lake, Utah as he usually is, miles away from Houston. He had rivulets running down his face, so there was no need to ask him about anything. Son fiddled with the thermostat. That night for the first time in years, I slept without a comforter. I was perspiring, when I woke up. I asked Son to switch off the AC. It was adding to the heat, rather than cooling.

Son switched it off. Surprisingly with the aid of fans, it was bearable. I was fearing that we will remain without cooling for a longer period, but the maintenance chap promptly arrived to take care of the unit, and soon I was again shivering from cold as usual.

The Finger Crack

To my horror it gave a resounding crack. For a few moments, I stood frozen in my space. I looked at my painful digit in an unbelievable stare. Fearing I was going to the Emergency in the next few minutes, I felt terrified at the prospect.

During my recent visit to daughter, I wanted to make garlic bread. I stopped kneading flour years ago. Back in Peshawar, I have a dough making machine. Here, I use an electric mixer for the job. Whenever I visit Nola, I miss my home cooked roti (flat bread) to go with meals. Urging her to buy a mixer, she won’t comply. Says she doesn’t need it. She has the hand held one which obviously can’t be used to knead dough.

She had asked me to buy her a dough making machine, when she saw mine. I bought one for her. I had ascertained from the shopkeeper that it would work on DC current. It didn’t. Apparently the shop keeper lied to me while charging me more for it. Nola tried to find an adapter for changing the current from AC to DC. She couldn’t find one, and had to throw away the machine.

I had used my hand to knead the dough in Nola’s home. After the initial pain, it subsided. I watched my right finger anxiously for some time, thinking if it swelled, I would have to see a doctor. Thankfully, it didn’t. I feel it was dislocated, and slipped into its joint when I pressed my fingers into the dough.