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Fourth of July 2018

From the roof top of the covered parking.

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Normally you don’t see anyone when Son, and I come out for a walk, but today it was Fourth of July many were up, and about waiting for the fireworks display at 9.30 pm. A few days back we had discovered the roof top of the parking area.

Earlier Son had said that it was a ten minute walk to the pier which was the venue for the display, and we could easily walk there. I vetoed the idea. After all the roof top was much nearer. It seemed everyone else were of the same mind, and were way ahead of us in getting coveted spots for videos, and photographs.

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Missing

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I couldn’t sleep last night. I was missing IB (grandson) wondering when I’ll be able to see his dear face again. So the next best thing I did was to scroll the recent photos I had of him, and played puzzles. The app makes photos into puzzles. I had a happy hour doing the puzzles, and the bonus of seeing IB’s face grinning into the camera all over again.

How difficult it is to find decent foot wear for walking purposes? Whenever I have the opportunity I look into the footwear section. My old ones are fast disintegrating, but I’m not finding any pair to my liking. Hope till then my old ones last.

My foot size seems to be a universal size for all women. It’s always missing from the shelves. The other sizes are there except for my size, or they are available in designs I won’t like. Does this happens to others too?

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This photo of IB is of three years before.

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Yesterday was super exciting, because IB (grandson) was arriving from Houston for a month long visit. His flight got late, and it got to Boston at nine at night. Son had booked a ticket for IB a month earlier. Both of us would have liked it much better if IB could spend more than a month with us.

As we don’t live in Houston anymore, we are starved of IB’s company. When we lived there come every second weekend, IB would spend three days, and two nights with us. Living so far away from Houston has its disadvantages.

I wish Son’s ex was more accommodating in allowing IB to spend more than a month. It would have been simply wonderful.

IB as a baby.

A Memo to Myself

  
It’s hard to feel rejuvenated when you are bitten by a bug, the area becomes red and itchy, and you hope it won’t detoriate further into something else. I am looking with trepidation at my left hand and left foot, asking myself why did I go outside?

I went outside to get a photo of roses. There were so many dried ones still hanging on. I went inside to get a bag and scissors. Operation de heading began. I went on snipping and cutting removing unsightly leaves too.

  
The bugs in retaliation bit me. The bitten finger on my left foot has turned red. My left hand has been bitten too.

Memo to myself: Next time don’t go out in slippers. Wear socks and shoes for stepping in grass and going near plants. Don’t forget to wear gloves.
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The Young and the Rested

When was the last time you felt truly rejuvenated and energized? What made you feel that way?

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Looking Out My Backdoor

  
  
Looking out my backdoor the only thing I see

Is green grass growing, and the sun shines brightly

Nothing else can be planted, as the danger sign warns

So the plot remains empty, except for grass

(Sheen)

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Lookin’ Out My Back Door

Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet

Eating Turnips

Embrace the Ick
by Michelle W.
Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits.

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One vegetable I used to dislike was Turnip. Every time I laid my eyes on it, I felt like vomiting. I would think to myself, “how does one can bear to eat it?”.
It felt so repulsive.

Not anymore. We were posted to Bannu. My (late) husband R was out on military exercises, the cook with them made a veggie dish of turnips. When R was back home, he was full of praises. He asked me to call the cook, and learn from him. I did learn the recipe, and would often make it for R.

It’s strange, but my son-in-law FJ loves them too. When Nola (my daughter), and FJ were in Canton, Michigan FJ would often bring turnips home for me to cook. One thing I dreaded was peeling them. The turnips were like stones, and I had to wrestle with them to cut them into small size.

Turnips are so versatile. You can eat them raw in the form of salads, make a pickle, or eat them cooked as a veggie dish. You can cook the turnip leafs too. Finally the sprouts can be cooked too, and they have a unique flavor, all its own.

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Turnips provide untold health benefits. They are full of Calcium, Vitamins A, K, and B Complex, anti oxidants, minerals, and dietary fibre. Turnips contains indoles, which reduces risks for lung, and colorectal cancer.

Turnip sprouts have high levels of glucosinolates (sulphur containing compounds) which are anti fungal, anti bacterial, and antiparisitic. Benefits from turnips are, that they decrease risk of obesity, diabetes, and heart diseases.

Yesterday, when I was talking to Nola, FJ let me know that he had bought turnips, and then the added missive, that when I will be visiting them he will buy them often, so that I can cook them. I could hear his chuckles. He knew it, that I may be gagging at the thought of it. I told Nola, “if I hear talks of turnips, that means no visit”.

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A Childhood Fantasy

Second-Hand Stories
by Ben Huberman
What’s the best story someone else has recently told you (in person, preferably)? Share it with us, and feel free to embellish — that’s how good stories become great, after all.

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What went through my head at seven? I would dearly want to know.

A childhood fantasy was: to press my hand into an armpit to make it shine like Prophet Musa’s (Moses) hand. I had read the story in the Quran, and somehow I thought If I prayed enough times for this miracle, it would happen. I was one disappointed little girl.

This memory came, because of Nola (my daughter). She phoned early in the morning. She was talking about two days fasting 9th and 10th Muharram (Lunar Calendar), in remembrance of Prophet Musa, Peace be upon him.
He freed the Israelites from subjugation from the Pharaoh. She said if you fast during these dates, God forgives last year sins.

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Mount Sinai, the location where Musa (Moses) first spoke to God. (Photo credit: Thanks to Wikipedia)

Moses is regarded having urged Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h) when the latter ascended the heavens during Mi’raj, to ask God to reduce the number of prayers until five remained.

Every morning I send salutations on all the Prophets by this verse form the Quran, Part 23, Chapter 37, Surah Saffat, verses 180-182:

Glory to thy Lord, the Lord of Honor and Power! (He is free) from what they ascribe (to Him).
And Peace on the Messengers.
And Praise to Allah, the Lord and Cherisher of the Worlds.

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