I say it's about time Winter packs its stupid suitcase and gets the hell out of here. We are not getting along very well this year, nor will we ever I suppose. Little O is sick with the flu; I pray its not the nasty one going all epidemic all over the country. I'm glad I didn't send him to daycare as many have advised. I know winter is not the time for this kind of wishful changes. You see, sometimes I really do know better after all.

And it's not just the cold; I want winter to leave because I am looking forward to Spring! I am going to - wait for this - PLANT stuff :) Yay! At last! We are moving to a place where there is a balcony, hopefully with some sunshine during the day. I'll finally start my tiny home garden. I am going through pamphlets, websites and blogs right now to settle on a layout and try and figure out how much the whole thing will cost.

In those blogs I see pictures and details of real gardens with real crops being gathered with the changing seasons, and I'm green with envy. How gorgeous it must be, to harvest your own planting, after watching it grow day by day, caring for it and loving it. A small garden can be a very rich and fulfilling place. Flowers are enchanting of course but had I a garden I know I'll be far more interested in veggies and herbs. perhaps a fence of rose trees or some flowery bushes but that's all. The rest will be herbs and veggies. And they don't even seem to be hard at all to plant. Gardening, like parenting actually, is all about love. There is no end to the similarities  between a little child and a baby plant. The demand for love and care, the helplessness, the beauty they bring into one's life, the joy of watching them grow, the pride one takes in them.

Back to the blog I started years ago. My life has changed and in the process changed me. I am a mother now; that's a whole different world. I quit my job, then started a short lived translation career that went to the trash. Now I am simply a stay at home mum not so sure how to raise this kid. So many decisions t take (or make?) and so little knowledge of what to do. I am still whimsical as always, and that doesn't always help me.

war of ethics at the supermarket

While I was in the supermarket last night at the cashier point, the cashier guy made an offensive supposed-to-be-funny comment to his coworker about two overweight ladies who were approaching him, and sarcastically wishing they go to another line. It really annoyed me, so I said: “they didn’t hear you, but I did. This is a very bad attitude and behaviour. I am a customer just like them, so may be you could at least take your tongue out of your ass (actaully said a near meaning to this in Arabic) and don’t let other customers hear your ugly remarks.” He apologized, and I left. It then occured to me that I intruded and made a comment about him just as he did to those women. May be it was none of my business?
The comment could have been about anyone and not necessarily related to shape. What I am looking for is to know what other people in general regard as an appropriate reaction if the offence is not addressed to you. How positive should one be about it? Let go of it, or attempt to change the world one tiny step at a time? After I talked to the guy I felt I am turning into my father, behaving in a way I used to criticize before. Now I am not very sure!

It's about knitting!

Now that I know I'm so addicted to knitting (I hope this lasts, beacuse I have stashed some considerable stock of yarn), I thought I should have a window to demonestrate my latest pieces. Hence the blog. Sure there will be some personal stuff too, the kind of things that I am not comfortable telling to the closest people around me but I don't mind letting the whole world know about them if it wishes, as long as they don't know who I am :)

I am not a blogger