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A Bad Day

Since the time I was back, we were low on supplies, and needed everything under the sun. Twice during the day God saved me from accidents. I used to think driving was safer here, but it’s not. There are people on the road who disregard their own safety, and have total disregard for the safety of others. They drive as if they own the roads, and the lesser mortals (in their eyes) have no claim. Honking is so rude, and they indulge in it whenever they feel like doing it.

I don’t know why Son chose the cart we use to bring our groceries inside? Usually Son helps in bringing in our purchases. That day he was in a hurry to get to the mosque for the evening prayer, leaving me to do the needful. Every step of the way things were falling, and I was picking them up. I wonder how does he manages when he brings the things in?

My bad day wasn’t over. I was feeling sleepy, and didn’t feel like going for a walk. I was thinking of Son that if I didn’t go out with him, he will slump before his laptop instead. I walked sleepily after him, and that was when I hit the road flat in the face. My knees, nose, and the right side of the face took the burnt. The pain was exacerbated. Son helped me to our home. Blood was dripping nonstop from my nose. Son was aghast at what had happened to me. He conferred with Nola, as she took a look at me through FaceTime. Seeing that I hadn’t broken any bones (thank God), Son cleaned my injuries with alcohol, and bandaged me, giving me painkillers to dull the pain.

The next day I went to see my primary care physician. He took a look at my injuries. My face is healing, but my knees are in bad shape, and they will take a while to get healed. A lesson to me is not to go on a walk when I’m in dire need of sleep 💤.

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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The Doggy Menace

Some dogs are adorable with their sweet doggy faces and irresistible manners. Even when they are not tethered on a leash, they will pass by you calmly, and cooly without threatening you with their barking. There are others who are real pests. The minute they espy you, they will bark with vigor, or try to nip at your ankles. I simply detest them, and view their owners as pests too, if they can’t restrain their dogs.

When I lived with Son in his old neighborhood, nearly every person living there had a dog. Son had cautioned me not to walk further away from the house, when I would be on my own, and he wasn’t there. I’m addicted to my walk after evening meals, and for me it is my only form of exercising.

The neighbors at our back were extremely likable people, but their dog was a brat. He would see me through the slats in the wooden enclosure, and rush nearer to angerly bark at me. Though I was walking on the side path by the house, and he couldn’t get at me, he would scare me. The neighbor would come out (Bless him) every time, and take the dog inside, so I could have a peaceful walk.

But there were other dogs to contend with. A small, black dog belonging to another neighbor was a ferocious little thing. He tried his best to take a bite whenever he saw me walking. I feared him, and prayed every time for my safety from his endeavors. I bought a cane to keep him away. I would brandish it in his face till his owner would come, and drag him away from me. It was the same  with another dog in the neighborhood. My guarding Angels saved me from being attacked.

Son got me a dog restrainer device. It was very effective. I carried it with me on my walks, and getting scared by dogs became a thing of the past. The dogs got scared instead.

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Tether

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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Fright Night

  
Quite a few fears are lurking inside me. They plague me more when I am down. One is fear of snakes. My son S and I would go out for our night walk. It has become a thing of the past. Either he isn’t back, or he is too tired after a long day.

Anyway I was coming back to fearing snakes. There had been rains. The pathway on which we walked has shrubbery at intervals. S suddenly called out, “Look out! There is a snake”.

 It was partly out of the small bush. I was about to step on it. What would have happened? It would have bitten me —- logical conclusion. For a moment I didn’t know what to do? Run forward, or backward.

To this day I am avoiding the place where I last saw it.

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Fright Night

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

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Give Thanks

Daily Prompt: From the Top
Today, write about any topic you feel like — but you must reuse your opening line (at least) two more times in the course of your post.

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Thank you Allah for a peaceful day.

Theses are words often said by my son S at the end of a day. I don’t know in which world I exist. They would pass over my head. I would say a perfunctory repeat “Thank you Allah”, and that would be that.

Yesterday night while retracing our steps back home after our walk, he again said with a sigh “Thank you Allah for the end of a peaceful day”, I was reminded that I never say this. Then and there I resolved with myself that I will give thanks to God at the end of a day.

During the day from morning till night I do give thanks to God for various things. I had never given thanks for a peaceful day. It is a reprieve from God which we don’t realize.

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What I Need

Daily Prompt: Breathing Room
An extra room has been magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?

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I will opt for a bathroom. It’s the one I badly need. I miss my attached bath in my home country. Here I share the bath with the three youngsters.

My husband over the years, addicted me to a separate bath for myself.

During the years he was in service, wherever we were posted, he preferred a separate bath for himself. Where as I used the master bath, he would use a guest one. If there were guests, he and I would share. But that was rare, because we always had surplus bathrooms.

Mornings I rush to the bathroom before it is taken. I do feel victorious in getting to it on time. If I am late by five minutes, I have to trudge despondently downstairs to the half bath.

The next rush to the bathroom happens in the evening. We all have to say the evening prayer, that is Maghreb. The evening prayer has to be said in a period slot of twenty minutes. If I am a little bit tardy, the eldest H occupies it. Wait….wait…..and wait. Once he is in, he forgets. Why? The iPhone keeps him occupied. Guess! Who is the culprit? Correct, the iPhone.

The third clash of timing happens at night. If I laze around after coming back from walk, then I can say bye to the bathroom, cause H is there ruminating.

To pass the waiting period, I pick up a book, or check my iPad, and forget that I am waiting for my dear H to come out. The second one, Sn gets the privilege to occupy the hot spot, along with his iPhone. I get back to reading, and that’s how I am always late for sleeping on time.

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Saturday Night

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Saturday night spells out the usual, unless someone has invited us for dinner. Having supper, and then going out for my nightly walk. The highlight to the end of the day.

My son S sprawls out in front of the television, after dinner. My grandson IB, usually hogs it, so a cartoon movie is on. S watches it like a child. I call him to put on his shoes, so that we can go for our walk. S is immersed in it, so he doesn’t hear me. I keep on calling him to get up. S has seen this movie, maybe hundreds of time. Sorry for the exaggeration, but maybe fifteen or twenty times.

Night before, I prized away my dear son from the screen, his eyes were literally glued to it. IB told me to get an exercise machine for myself or go out in the mornings for a walk. Nice advice for me.

After coming back, I say my Isha Prayers, then lie down on bed to read, till my eyes close over to sleep.

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