About a month ago my mother-in-law went off to Tunis to have medical treatment. She ended up having balloon angioplasty and returned home looking much healthier than when she left, thank God. For a while she had a houseful of guests but things have slowed down.
I visited my mother-in-law on the day she came home, after that I stayed away. The kids stopped by from time to time on their way home from school to visit their grandmother. One day my daughter Sara informed me that her grandmother said she wanted to have me take her out shopping. I guess the stream of visitors has died down and now she is ready to get on with life... and probably needs to restock everything that the visitors have used up.
I called her on the phone and we had a cryptic conversation:
Hajja: Walaikumasalam wa rahmatulla wa barakatuhu! (she's been studying at the mosque)
Me: How are you?
Hajja: Elhamdulilla! I'm fine!
Me: I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Ten o'clock.
We hang up.
We always have to make our arrangements this way. If any of my sisters-in-law find out we're going shopping they will want to come along too. But I know when my mother-in-law asks me to take her out it's because she wants to get away from them for a change.
Retail therapy begins tomorrow at ten... we're gonna have a good time!