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A Rabbit vs a Mouse

IB (grandson). This image of him was made by TJ (my daughter’s son)

I have Masha’Allah four grandsons, three belonging to Son, and one belongs to daughter. IB is going through the phase which is really annoying, having a haircut in which one eye is covered all the time. He looks at you through that curtain of hair.

Son, and I had IB for a month stay, in which Son was mostly absent from home, and I had IB to myself. I wanted IB to extend his stay to one more week. Although he wouldn’t get out of his room, except for numerous forays to the pantry, (where all his goodies procured by Son were) or the fridge. I would get the feeling I wasn’t alone.

After my asking him to stay, a phone message was received by Son to return him to his Mom the same evening. Another disappointment to face!

Believe me, before going he wasn’t worried 😟 about me on my own, but he was worried sick about the fate of the resident mouse in our garage. Son was laying traps for the blighter before leaving for LA for another case. I wanted IB to remove it (I’m very squeamish) once we were lucky enough to catch it. I know I will cower with fright, and scream when I see it, and If no one is there to remove it I will be frantically waiting for Son to come back.

IB put a question to me, “Would you kill a bunny (rabbit)”?

If I had known what was coming next I would have thought over my answer. “No never”.

“Then how can you think of killing a mouse 🐁. It’s so cute. Have you looked at its’ face. It looks just like a bunny”.

My answer was that he couldn’t compare a rabbit with a mouse. In his effort to convert me to his point of view, he wanted me to look over his mouse photos on his iPhone which I refused to see.


Yesterday was a terribly fatiguing kind of day. I was fasting, and didn’t really wanted to go out. In the morning I had to go to the library to return the books I had recently finished reading. One was The After Wife by an author I had never read before. The husband dies suddenly in an accident, and the wife is devastated with grief. I felt a hole in my heart with sadness with why her husband had to die. He comes back as a ghost. The book was interesting.

Then Son announced that he was going out to fill his car with gas, so if I had any errands I should go with him. There were a few things I needed to do including getting a usb splitter for my laptop, so I accompanied him. My laptop has got only one port. When I remove the nano for my mouse from the singular port to connect an external drive, it becomes difficult to navigate.

I found out the prices swung from low to very high as much as forty bucks, and it was cheaper on getting it from amazon. Earlier Son was extolling that things were cheaper on amazon, and I wasn’t believing it. The prices are certainly less, but if one is getting one item, the shipping isn’t free, and then the cost moves up.

I was all for getting it from one shop we visited, where it was selling as a cute figure, and cost about five, or six dollars. Son put a spoke into my getting it, telling me it was better to get a newer version which is 3.1 than the old one which is 2.0. I had to listen to him albeit a little unwillingly, because he is right sometimes like I bought a small little thing like a sharpener which doesn’t work at all.

Earlier at home, in the morning I was searching for a sharpener. I knew I had two of those, but as usual when you need something badly, they do the disappearing act, and are not visible anymore. I looked even into my son’s desk to see if he had one of those, but didn’t find any. I wonder where do they go? I constantly bump into things when I don’t need them at all.

The useless one



Mother knows best.

No, your mother is an old fool.

The sugar in the pretty, stone jar was attracting a swarm of minute, black ants. Mother looked at it every morning, when she would come down to get her cup of tea, and breakfast. She would heave a weary, sigh with herself, and would keep mum — knowing well enough the futility of saying anything, or someone listening to what she said.

“What was the point of saying anything, when the dear daughter in law would label it as infringing  and twist the words to mean something else.”

A month later, it was the same. Deciding one day to be brave the mouse ventured in front of the lion, “If you want to keep sugar in this jar, better put it in a plastic bag first with its’ opening tightly closed. The ants would be unable to get into it”.

As she suspected would happen — the sugar remained in the jar, the way it was kept previously. More ants converged daily in having a sugar party.

Mother ignored, and kept silent.




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