The house is getting ready for a birthday party. A surprise party. I was surprised to hear about the preparations because I had no idea whose birthday was. I hear the party is going to be in the backyard, with balloons, cake and everything. Our first grader is busy-busy making invitation at the kitchen table. I don’t want to intrude, and I ask for details a little bit shy.
“It is my guinea pig’s birthday,” she says.
I look at her mother and whisper, “She doesn’t have a guinea pig.” The mother nods her head. “She has one.” I look around to spot the celebrity. “It is my pet we played with last night,” she explains. Ah! I remembered the furry toy we were squeezing to make its bum move.
I get an invitation on the spot. Such an honor.
“What’s his name again?”
No answer. We look at each other, the first grader, the toddler and I. Nobody remembers.
Then mama comes back to the room.
“His name is Lenny.”
Such a relief! The toddler starts playing with his play-dough. His sister makes yellow stars on a big birthday announcement.
Let’s the party begin. Happy Birthday, Lenny!
JUST IN: The party was wonderful. It started in the backyard with balloons and fun on the slide while I was taking a nap. Then it moved in the house. Candles, one balloon, and a nice Polish chocolate and honey cake. We sang “Happy Birthday, Lenny!” Our celebrity was totally surprised by such event in his honor and couldn’t say a word. Mom served chicken soup as well. It was only one minor incident when the toddler tried to get more cake from the plates of two guests. But mama handled it with grace, and nobody cried.
Sometimes when you are too tired, it’s like finding yourself in a deep well, and trying hard to get out of there. But your body might not be able to come out right away, because it needs time to recuperate.
THE TERRORISTS count on the element of SURPRISE, FEAR and PANIC.
We can not let ourselves be slaughtered as sheep in the slaughter house. TERRORISTS don’t have ownership over the number of the days and years of our lives. GOD HAS.
We need to prepare and be ready.
Educating ourselves, our family and friends how to deal with:
PREPARATION is one of the keys.
I’m watching him as he grabs to the rail to go down the steps.
“Stay on the porch,” I say.
He turns his head to look at me as he goes down another step. Toddlers.
“Stay here with me,” I demand, holding back my smile. I love this grandson so much. His little feet move forward with no intention to listen to me.
“Do you understand English when I’m talking to you?” I bring out my artillery.
He stops. “What is English?”
“English is the language we are speaking right now. Do you understand my words?” He smiles and waves his hand. “Of course I understand you, Buni.”
“But do you want to listen?”
I didn’t tell this to anyone.
As some of you know, I see my heart doctor now and then.
Yesterday. He gives me a routine check up and seems pretty pleased, as he can see I am beaming.
“Not bad,” he says, “not bad at all.” He doesn’t need to adjust my meds, I look happy and we continue our chat.
‘What I need you to do now is to take a good walk everyday.”
” I try to do that,” I say.
“Good. When I see you next time I need your heart to be stronger.”
Then I spill the beans. ” When I don’t walk outside, I walk in the stores when I do my grocery shopping.”
I see his face changing. Is that a smile? No. It is a mimic of surprise. “Madam, walking in a store doesn’t count for strengthening your heart.”
Now I’m surprised. “Why?” I should have stopped asking questions.
He starts to laugh and keeps laughing for a while. The nurse stares at me without a word.
“Because when you go shopping you walk a few steps and stop to see this item. Than You move another two-three steps to reach to another thing. And so on.” He looks me in the eye. “Doing your groceries is not the exercise you need to help your heart.”
I’m astonished. Life’s not fair.
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