||[Mar. 19th, 2013|10:16 am]
My mother's boiler is misbehaving. It overheats, then shuts down for an hour or two while it gets its breath back. It was doing it when we were down there. The engineer put her in a new thermostat but that hasn't solved the problem. My mother is 91 and lives alone. She puts a brave face on things but...|
We gave Nakisha a lift last night. We've done it before. People stare. An elderly Caucasian couple dropping a young Muslim girl off at her madrassa- that's not something you see every day.
I washed the kitchen window over the sink- inside and out- because it became opaque when the sun struck it at a certain angle. "When the sun struck it..." Yes, it's almost spring- and the sun is high enough to be clearing the tops of the buildings behind us and getting at a window that is shaded in winter. I mean to hang clothes on the line this morning. They won't dry but it's the gesture that counts. The air is still bitingly cold.