Son practically disrupted my day’s routine. I plan my day when he lets me know his agenda before leaving for work. If he is going to come back for lunch, I make preparation for it. If he tells me he will be returning later in the evening, then I do the cooking just before he is back, to have something fresh for him to eat, and I don’t have to reheat to spoil the taste of the food.
Yesterday he was back against my expectation. He wanted me to get ready in five minutes to get our Mass (Massachusetts) IDs’, and number plates for our cars. Our titles were left in a Houston locker. Last week he flew there to get them, hence the delay. For the past three weeks he has been using my ancient car, and pushing up the mileage to my dismay over it. The sticker on his car had expired, so he couldn’t drive his own.
Yesterday because of the disruption, I left the chicken on the counter to defrost– which is not a good thing. Defrosting should be only done in the fridge for meat products. I forgot to put it back in the fridge, while we left in a hurry.
Thankfully I have got my car back from the clutches of dear Son, and all the paperwork done. Hopefully we will soon get our DLs, meanwhile using the temporary ones. We got our Mass number plates. Mine goes well with the color of my car, and that is the color red. Son kept joking what will I do, if I’m told to have a test again. I hate parallel parking. Son had given me a hard time when he tutored me for three weeks when I got my driving license in Houston, and I couldn’t get the hang of it.
He would take me to the local mosque to practice in it’s driveways, while he would be inside praying. Fortunately beforehand I confessed to the lady who was going to take my test. She assigned me an instructor. He taught me in a course of five minutes what I had to do which Son had been unable to impart during three weeks, and in the process making me feel a dimwit. That was my ordeal, which I’m never going to forget.
He keeps eying my car because of its’ low mileage, and prefers using it, whereas I adamantly refuse to part with mine. I love what belongs to me. Shukr Alhumdulillah!
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