This photo of IB is of three years before.
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.
My eyes blur as they look at you
Hot tears fall down on your grave
Can you feel my presence here
Or you lie unmoved by my tears
Evening draws near it will soon be dark
I have to leave, will soon depart
A year will pass before I come again
To visit you and see your grave
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
My past life becomes blurred as the years pass. I don’t look back except when the daily prompt wants me to recall a memory. I live in the present and hope my future is better. If it doesn’t get better at least it shouldn’t get worse than the one I am living now.
Wishing all Muslims a very Happy Eid-ul-Adha.
My son-in-law FJ sent me a link to Fluffy’s show. It’s hilarious.
Out of Reach
Write about the one X that got away — a person, an experience, a place you wanted to visit. How much would you change about your life to have it within reach again?
Whenever I visit my son and his family, I feel I am in Seventh Heaven. The days pass so quickly. There are lots of changes in my grand sons. They are growing up. The elder two, specially the older one is meta morphing into a prickly creature. Both of them are sporting bushy unkept hairdos. To tell you the truth, in my heart I was pretty much aghast, but when their friends visited they looked the same with their hair. I breathed a sigh of relief that my grandsons are not the odd ones out.
The youngest one, IB is still his sweet, sunny self. He loves to perform his magic tricks. Yesterday he put a coin in my hand. Before closing my hand over the coin, he as quickly removed it, and touched my ear. He showed it to me, rather triumphantly, and told me, “See, I got it out of your ear.” I tried to look suitably impressed.
They are standing with me, a few years back.
The elder one as seen from the back now.
My hair is in pretty bad shape nowadays. I am waiting for Che, till I reach her to get a good hair cut. She is still far away. Personally, I prefer a basic hair cut which does not require any maintenance. Just a flick of a comb and you are done with it. I hate spending time in front of a mirror styling hair.
Most of the time I am living in Peshawar, Pakistan. For the past fifteen years, I used to go to Sophie for a hair cut. I would go to her after three months or so and my hair would still look nice. She sort of realized that I went to her after a longer period. She started giving me a hair cut which lasted only twenty days or so. I would start looking like a moron at the end of the said period. Another downside to it was that my hair got shorter and shorter. To look good I had to visit her.
Then one day she went too far with my hair. There are no words to describe it. In plain words, it was just terrible. I was horrified when I looked into the mirror. To this day, I have not gone back to her. I hid from my husband beneath a cap for two months. I was lucky that it was exceptionally cold that winter, otherwise my husband would have cracked a multitude of jokes at my expense.