Monday, Briefly

Emma has this cute little toy rocking horse that, when functioning properly, not only whineys and makes a click-clack, click-clack galloping sound, but also wiggles its nose and mouth and shakes its tail. Completely adorable, I know. However, for the past month the diminutive pony has been rendered immobile and shamed into silence by a set of drained batteries. Emma was quite pleased when her nana replaced them and her beloved horsie roared back to life, neighing and click-clacking with the renewed verve that only a fresh pack of Duracells can provide. All was well in her world until she innocently pressed the on-button in its right ear and the pretty pony awoke quite loudly and boisterously from its night’s slumber. I swear, if they ever hold a baby olympics, Emma would be the prohibitive favorite in the five-foot dash based on how quickly she bolted from the horses side and into her grandmas arms. To her credit, she didn’t cry but she is giving the pony its space for the time being.

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Fehmeen bought an iPhone yesterday. She also switched cell service providers. Quite unexpectedly and most definitely not a part of the originally conceived plan, she was forced to abandon her old 805 area code number for a more local 650 one. Later that evening after we’d updated the phones software, Fehmeen decided to text her entire contact  list with the following message: “My new cell number is 650-xxx-xxxx.” As soon as she hit send she realized her somewhat important omission but it was too late. The deluge of texted replies of “Who is this?” had already begun to blow up her in-box. She quickly responded with a mass “This is Fehmeen, btw,” but the damage was done. Anyone who knows Fehmeen knows that there wasn’t a hole deep enough to crawl in as this episode played itself out. Luckily it ended quickly enough.

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There are days when my legs feel heavy. When I try to move it’s as if my legs are made of lead and I’m walking through quicksand. Real slow going. Yesterday was one of those days. And my balance was off more than it usually is, even with my Italian man-servant guiding me. Was this a portent of things to come or was it just a bad day?

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