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Fish

Galveston, July 2016

The children wanted to fish. Son, and grandson IB spent the whole afternoon buying a fishing pole, worms and other paraphernalia for spending a day in Galveston. I never knew fishing needed a whole cart load of things. 

IB kept the fishing gear beside his bed. He was so excited, and the first to get ready for our fishing excursion.  As we didn’t have a fishing license, we could only fish on the pier which jutted out to sea. We bought whole day tickets for the right to fish.


IB waiting for a fish to get caught.


IB caught this fish.

Sn and IB caught a lot of small fishes, which they didn’t keep, and threw them back into the waters below. Son and I had to prize them off from the pier to go in search of sustenance, and plus say our Zuhr Prayers in the local mosque. They impatiently ate their food wanting to get back to their fishing.


Sn (grandson) holding a fish. I barely had time to take a picture, when he threw it back into the sea.

In the evening Son, and I kept reminding them that it was getting dark, but they wouldn’t budge. It was eight before we managed to leave. The children were reluctant. They wanted to carry on. Despite the late hour we saw more people coming for late night fishing. Sn vowed with himself aloud to come another day, and spend a night in Galveston for fishing.

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DAILY PROMPT

Fish

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190 Days Later

Daily Prompt: back on January 21st we asked you to predict what day # 211 would be like. Well July 30th is that day — have your predictions held up so far? Is this year turning out to be as you’d expected?

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On January 21st I wrote “Will They Come True?”

It was about my hopes. Disappointment faced me ahead.

I didn’t predict.

What future holds, can’t predict anything

How will it be when it comes

I take each moment as it sashays

Into the future no one fathoms
(Sheen)

I was late in getting up today. I took a notebook with me downstairs. I was hoping to write my post plus having my breakfast.

What was in store for me?

IB (my grandson) was watching “The fox and the hound”. All thoughts of a post were forgotten. It was the moment where the hunter lights up a fire at one end, and at the other end is the hound.

IB didn’t leave my side. He kept talking as I washed the plates and cutlery, and stacked them into the dishwasher. We went outside to water the tomatoes, Jalapeños and strawberries. IB was watering with his water gun. He wanted to show me how to rain. He squirted up making me drench with water from head to toe.

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IB

We came inside. I was in a hurry to finish my chore, but he kept insisting on playing his Survival Game with me. Probably he thinks someday in the future his Dado would need to know how to survive.

He was bent on making me eat a crow again. I repeated what I had told him earlier that it wasn’t halal. He opted for a duck, but finally caught a fish instead. He made sure (not letting me do anything) that I was looking at his endeavors as he cooked the fish for us to eat.

I have finally escaped. How?

His mom took him with her for a drive to the shops.

See you can’t plan one moment ahead!

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190 Days Later

Overwhelmed

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Since last Saturday I am running against time. My daughter in law’s brother died of cancer in Ireland. She was inconsolable with grief. Her friends kept coming to offer condolences. She has left for the funeral of her brother. She will be away for three weeks now. I am left holding the fort.

I have to wash, cook and clean for three kids, no make it four to include my son, the eldest kid among them. I get up at five, say my prayers hurriedly and rush downstairs to make breakfast for them. Alongside I prepare their lunches, which the children take to school.

Yesterday I didn’t prepare lunch for the youngest one. I just put a chips packet and a cold drink in his lunch bag. Per d in law’s instructions my son went and deposited money for the lunches so that the youngest one can have it there. I B after coming back from school demanded, ” Why didn’t you give me a fish burger?”

I told him that his mother wanted him to eat at school till she comes back.

“No, I don’t want to eat at school. I didn’t like the pizza they gave me,” was his answer.

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I B playing at his computer

Today in the morning I made him finish his toast and milk. After brushing his teeth, changed his pj for a clean shirt and shorts. He was ready for the school bus. He came and poked at the left over fish on the tray. He told me, “It’s not supposed to be like this.” It crumbled when touched.
“How it’s supposed to be? I asked him.
“It should be hard,” was his answer.
Later on I realized his mother must have been microwaving it, whereas I baked it for twenty minutes.

This reminds me of my friend. She was looking after her sister’s two kids while the sister was in hospital. The aunt would make breakfast for them but the children wouldn’t like it.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
One of the boys demonstrated it by burning the toast. He scraped it, then started munching it happily.

The second one Sn has told me,”I am irritated with you.” As to what he is irritated at, I have yet to discover. I can only guess at it. Probably with the salad I made last night. I didn’t find the vinegar, so I squeezed lemon juice on it.

The only happy fellow in the house is my son. And here I can correctly guess the real reason. He would have to do all the chores I am doing.😊