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My car’s front two tires needed to be changed. It came up during the yearly inspection of car maintenance which is a state requirement. It was decided that I should buy new four tires. Son found out the varying prices. Although places away from us were cheaper, I decided to get new ones from a nearby place. This way if there was any trouble with the new ones, we didn’t have to drive fifty, sixty miles away.

Trouble comes in twos, and …….. I don’t want to complete the sentence. You will soon see why? Coming back from the library I twisted my right foot. For a moment there was blinding pain, then I managed to limp to the other side of the road. For the rest of the four hours ahead I did the laundry (going to the fourth floor on stairs) as the washing machine on our floor was on the blink, and other household chores.

I was aiming to get to bed for earning my hard won rest, when my sister’s phone came. I should have made excuses, and gone to bed, but I didn’t. At the end of our hour long chat there was dreadful pain in my right foot. It was awful. Whatever position I tried to ease my foot, the pain wouldn’t go away. That was the moment I told Son at what had happened earlier. Thank God he was home.

There weren’t any pain killers, as Son rummaged through my stash of medicines first, then his own. He went to the nearby Walgreens to get Advil. Downing two of those weren’t any help. The pain kept getting worse. The thought of going through that pain all night made me decide to see a doctor. Leaning heavily on a cane through the searing pain I reached the ground floor level to get into the car.

Thank God it was just a sprain, not any broken bone. I learnt to walk on crutches. If it weren’t for crutches, I don’t know how I would have managed. The next trouble came when I got splattered with hot oil on my left hand, and chest this morning. I’m fearing what will happen next?


I don’t like to fry

It’s a lot of trouble why

Does create a lot of mess

Cleaning up produces stress

Would like to put everything to bake

But Son doesn’t like the intake

Have to put up with cooking and frying

If I said I like it, will be lying




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Treble and Trouble

Envelope Pushers
by Ben Huberman
When was the last time you took a risk (big or small), and pushed your own boundaries — socially, professionally, or otherwise? Were you satisfied with the outcome?


My cousin Z had come for a week long visit, accompanied by her husband, and two kids. We showed them around Quetta, and then took them to Ziarat for further sight seeing.

There was a day left of their vacation when Z decided to learn crochet from me. She wanted to learn after seeing my shawls. I gave her a crochet hook, and wool to learn the basic stitches.

She drove me nuts while learning to double crochet, half treble, and treble. 😩. She would forget the extra loop, and couldn’t differentiate between the three of them. She couldn’t seem to remember which was which.

We went to see them off at the airport. Those were the good old days when there weren’t any security problems. You could wave off your guests at the tarmac. Meanwhile Z kept busy with learning treble, and half treble in the departure lounge.

She got another day with us. The flight was cancelled, and our guests came back home with us. Z said, “this treble has been a big trouble.”