I’m trying to empty my mind.
I more or less had such an opportunity. I’m not lying to you when I say this. It happened just moments ago. One of Faieza’s borders popped around for a cup of tea. And like most good neighbors in my neck of the woods, she brought me something to nibble while I explained the kind of work I do to her. She was curious. She’s not entirely desperate for work but at the moment, she’s quite literally on crutches.
And she’s been booked off on long sick leave until she is able to have a special operation that needs to repair her damaged hip sustained from a bad car accident a few months ago. She hobbles about on one crutch. But, boy, does she get around. She takes her daughter out for a walk every now and then with her crutch and her bad hip. Imagine how much worse off she would be if she just sat about idle, feeling sorry for herself and doing nothing much else.
Speaking about imagination, I couldn’t imagine how the heck she was able to get around. I mean, a damaged hip is quite a serious thing, isn’t it. But then I had to note that she got to my small front door with two parcels in each arm unaided. And where we are can’t always be considered a quiet and typical suburban neighborhood like the ones you used to see on that crazy TV show called Desperate Housewives.
Although there are desperate housewives here, but for different reasons.
Anyway, we were supposed to be chatting about an aesthetic love for exercise. Desperate housewives do an exercise of a different kind. Many of them don’t really have a choice. Hours spent on their feet every day sees to it that their homes are kept clean and tidy and their children and men are provided with a good supper or tea every evening.
Not everyone, mind you, is this lucky. Faieza has a large property. Some years ago, she lost her job but didn’t wait to create her own new stream of income. She and her husband sacrificed and sold their car and converted their garage into a mini-condo of sorts. They emptied two other rooms and turned these into what is called granny flats (apartments) in some parts of the English-speaking world.
Faeiza and her husband say they don’t always miss their car. They get by alright with public transport. It functions well enough in our areas. I use it too. I don’t drive. Everywhere else close by we need to be, we walk. And that’s that really. I enjoy my walks. It’s part of an aesthetic love for exercise. I don’t need to do too much heavy lifting but my grocery bags give me enough weight training on the day.
Faeiza and Jameel love to dance. They walk to their favorite dancing hall every other weekend and get their rocks off that way. While their middle aged bodies are given a good workout, their minds are given a break too. Don’t ask me why but dancing halls don’t appeal to me too much. I get bored quickly. But I can lose myself easily enough by taking long walks in the forest or along the beachfront.
I’m trying to empty my mind.
I more or less had such an opportunity. I’m not lying to you when I say this. It happened just moments ago. One of Faieza’s