Well, it was pretty uneventful…or maybe not!!!
We went to sleep really late because we stayed by my other sister for awhile. We watched DVDs with the children and promised a pizza and movie night.
Then…sleep…me and Chennette on mattress on the living room floor and parents on her Bed of Roses mattress.
Chennette and I, surprise! surprise!, didn’t go Jumah (Friday congregational prayers). Dad did go. We went to the bank and took out money so mommy could have spending money. This was also the day Dad was going back home.
This was also the day two earthquakes rocked Trinidad (I know one was of magnitude 6.0) and I heard things slid off shelves in our village and mirrors cracked. I started worrying about my iMac. Poor me! :-D
So, we were all going over the river for an Iftar. My older sister and niece was going to join her husband and in-laws and spend the night there (there being the village from which my brother-in-law sprang). I kept her and cranky/sick niece company while she packed for all three of them and the other members of my family went shopping for mom and to pack dad up so he could be ready to leave as soon as he had dinner.
So, ta-da! Over the river, the bridge etc etc. We actually had non curry-stew at a Guyanese function. Chinese-styled fried chicken and fried rice and it tasted good. But guess what, my sister’s husband was surprised that she thought they were spending the night. He was intending to go back home and didn’t understand why she’d packed clothes for all three of them AND toted my niece’s playpen over the river.
I think he’s very sleepy and tired and so is she and communication isn’t going well as in they’re too tired and distraught. I can’t imagine losing one of my sisters or my brother.
So dad left to go to the airport with the Trini/Guyanese transplants and we went back to Georgetown and my sister and her family went to the house to spend time with his family. Turns out they decided to stay and not come back to Georgetown that night as they heard there was some shooting in Vlissingen. Good thing we packed for them, huh?
Dad reached home safely. Everything was okay downstairs.
Who knows about our preciouses upstairs.
Please note that this is the first communal Iftar I’ve gone to this month. If I have time and remember, I’ll tell you all about the Iftars I used to go to. Those were the days. I’m becoming quite hermit-like but I still miss when I was younger.
I am sleepy and have to be up in an hour or so for Suhur.
Good thing too because I AM HUNGRY!
I’m thinking pancakes with nutmeg syrup.