Trees at the back of sis’s home.
It had been a year since I last saw my sister. Son was coming to New York for two cases. I was hesitant in making up my mind about coming with him. Traveling is not my forte. Nola (daughter) made up my mind for me in leaving home. I watered my plants before we left. It isn’t that hot anymore, so there is no danger of any water deprivation for the plants. He dropped me last evening at her home in Long Island, NY. I get to spend two days with my sis, before going back to New Bedford.
I had two of my favorite veggie dishes made by sis. One was okra, and the other one bitter gourds. They were simply yummy. Son doesn’t like bitter gourds, so I avoid making it for myself. At long last I had my heart full of eating it.
Sis wanted us to eat outside on our second night. To that end she took us to Cheese Factory. I’ve never been before disappointed that much in life. I could only order a salad, whatever I looked at in the menu was either (non halal) chicken, or raw fish, or shrimp — foods I couldn’t eat in good conscience. I wish I had known it before, I would have opted out of going there.
The Guacamole, beans, cheese salad I ordered.
Daily Prompt: Odd Trio Redux
Time for another odd time prompt: write a post about any topic you want in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
Today, 2nd August is the second death anniversary of my husband R.
Yesterday we held a Quran Khawani for him. There are thirty parts to read. I was expecting half of them left to me to finish later on, but thankfully five remained. One lady (mother of a friend), who looked so wise and old managed three, the same as me. Some ladies read two each. While the rest of them managed one only.
Children had come with their mothers. They ran about in flip-flops. Most of them remained upstairs in the children’s playroom.
After finishing the reading, we served food. My daughter-in-law had made the Pulao and baked chicken pieces. I had ordered some dishes from a local restuarant. I had made halwa and a beans salad. The ladies loved the halwa I had made, and asked for a recipe. I had a burn mark (to show) on my left arm, which I had acquired in the making of halwa.
The children liked slices of cake, and ice cream.
I held my tears at bay, when finally we said Dua for R.
Dust In the Wind