It is Sunday morning. I am at breakfast. I was starving so ordered from the brunch menu, my very favorite dish. The tomato rigatoni. Photo will follow. I made brief contact with my new family which consists of a seven year old, his physician mother and his engineer father. They left for prayers for the mother’s aunt. They live in KL
We have so much fun together. Yesterday they motivated me to go to the pool. It was an excellent experience. I must incorporate it into my daily life. I do not swim but walk, hop, sit at the jacuzzi for reward. It is definitely good for me.
I had a strange evening last night but will instead talk about a song presently being streamed in the restaurant. It is eerie beyond belief. I struggled to hear the words, finally did, then googled it and here is the song.
When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks
And darling I will be loving you ’til we’re 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same
‘Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it’s evergreen
Baby your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand
But baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are, oh
So baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh baby, we found love right where we are (maybe)
And we found love right where we are
My goodness, is not that true?? People fall in love in mysterious ways and we found love right where we are. Where am I? Penang, stupid. Hahaha I have been what one would call popular most of my life, but this is ridiculous. The love that I have found is not just one person but many. So many. It is too weird for words. I everyone knows how many words I can come up with. Thousands, if not millions throughout the history of this blog. Yesterday realized I missed an anniversary. I began writing this blog on January 22, 2017. Yeah – it is eight years old and has been the focus of my life since its inception. It is responsible for utterly and completely changing my life. I had NO idea what I was doing when it began. It has taken on a life of its own. My blog is, of course, written in solitude. I seem to have two selves – my solitary blog self my extroverted self.
Popular is liked, admired, or enjoyed by many people or by a particular person or group. Synonyms are well liked, admired, accepted,, sought-after, in demand, all the rage, hot. My favorites are all the rage and hot.. Hahahah
Yesterday met PAST for coffee.
He: I am going to ask you a question.
Me: Go right ahead. Does not mean I am going to answer it. Hahaha
He: What are you going to when you retire?.
Me: I have been retired for twenty years. Stupid Or do you mean what do I plan to do next?
He: Yes, that is what I mean.
Me: I am not sure. Allah (SWT) seems to be planning my life for me. I did not plan to be living at Lyf. It just happened. Did not plan to living in Penang for almost nine months. It just happened.
Then today during Asr prayer thought of the expression go with the flow which instructs one to be relaxed and accept a situation, rather than trying to alter or control it. Another way of saying is to go with the tide . Move along with the prevailing forces, accept the prevailing trend, as in Rather than striking out in new directions,
As usual the Islamic Faith has better answers for life’s dilemmas. One trusts in Allah (SWT) after performing all reasonable efforts. If it works out great – if not Allah (SWT) knows something you do not know. So my marriage to the Nigerian Prince did not work out. Instead I am happy living in Penang Malaysia with my huge new family.
I just had the most amazing experience, mind boggling actually. I am in a special room just off the Lyflobby. Suddenly a little girl arrived in high excitement. She talked for a while and then told me I should play hide and seek with her. So I covered my eyes counted to ten and went to find her. Then she told me I had to hide.
Me: It is hard for me to hide. I am so big. Okay I will try.
I did hide behind a panel. She immediately found me. But admitted she peeked, showing me the spaces between her fingers.
Her parents joined us. Of course I told them she was amazing. She is only three and a half.
Me: What is your secret? How did you do this? She is so inquisitive, curious, smart and endearing.
Dad: We treated her like an adult since she was a baby.
Me: Oh my Allah. That is so clever. I was a grandmother which is a talent when you did not have kids. BUT that is how I treated the grandkids. They loved it and were so well behaved with me because I expected them to behave like adults. And if not I gently said no and immediately rewarded them when they returned to good behavior. .
I am in the special room in the lobby waiting for the tailor who is designing special clothes for me, Comfortable abayas with pockets in linen blend fabric which will be cool and not wrinkle. AND a skirt made from Malaysian batik. He has never once been on time. It is irritating to say the least as I am always on time. Discussed the dilemma in a text with PAST
Me: Well I am in the lobby waiting for Mr. Late. But not so bad as I was late tool Have to give up my perfectionism. (Heart from him)
Me: One day I will be later than him. (Laughing emoji for that one)
I will end this blog with news from Bloggingbrooke who lives in Texas and is going out of her mind with Trumps craziness. She had posted her utter frustration with his utter craziness.
Me: I think you should consider assassinating Trump. You would be a national and world hero.
Hahahaha
She responded with a shocked emoji
Me: Glad to see that you might consider it. Will activate my attorney license and defend you. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Hahahaha. Trump is crazy. Certifiable in California because he is a danger to others. Welfare and Institutions Code 5250 of I remember the code section mounter correctly.r
She: HE IS AWFUL. I need to move to Malaysia
Me: It has no desire to be a world power. Very tolerant of other faiths and people. Strong family system. Their people very kind and big hearted. BUT they need strong independent women and I need help. Hahahaha 90 day tourist visa that can be renewed with a visa run. Exchange rate unbelievable. Actually I could hire you. We could take over the world 100 US equals about 440 Malaysian money. I get paid in American dollars. And I have a fabulous 38 year old Malaysian brother, who is actually handsome.
The tailor and I connected this morning and now we are both on WhatsApp. He did not have my telephone number. He leaves for China tomorrow. His ‘factory’ shuts down for Chinese New Years so he is taking the opportunity to travel. Will get my abaya and skirt in February. Everything is working out great.
Well not everything. Noor has two suitcases of mine and cannot seem to set up a time when a driver can come and pick them up. And I have to decide what to do about Penang Lexis Suites with their scabies and their abuse of me. Looked for guidance in the Quran and found it, I think. More about that in a later blog.
Photographs are of me eating pappadams in black and white and color endlessly trying to look more like I belong to an Indian family. The other photo taken at the Kashmir Restaurant. Father and son greet and get to know their customers but one evening left early. I carried on the family tradition, speaking to two fascinating Malaysian women. A photograph was taken to show the father (BOB) of my contribution. Occasionally I get to share the staff luncheon. The other day I ate with my hands – in true Malaysian fashion. Somewhere there is a reel of me eating with my hands, quite adeptly actually. I will add it to my YouTube channel.
