Thoughts on old age

Here is a lady, admitted in a hospital, there is full time attendant, and her bills are paid . Does it mean she is well looked after. No. the attendant is rude. No complaints. Attendants are hard to get, and even her son who knows this situation pretends to see nothing. It is a surefire, hellfire matter.
One daughter of this lady simply does not even visit her. Another one says, after all, my mother has lived so many years. A son calls his mother, this mother a CROSS.
Don't forget, one of them pays her bills, or many more of this lady pays bills, but is she loved and well cared? This lady is not a destitue, she gets her pension, which her children use.
Yet one son laments, when mother has bowel movement, the adult nappy costs 50 rupees.

After few days the lady passed away, luch she was, did not suffer the insults of her children and paid servants who were supposed to look after her.

The mother died and after one month, there was mass in the cemetary chapel, flowers and other thins were offered at the offeratory.

Every such gathering ends with some eats and in case drinks as well. Without alcoholic drinks no gathering is complete. A tray with drinks is not brought around, just , a small back room is used as concealed bar, and those who want booze, go in and take it.

jabber away with friend in your dialect and make others unhappy

Said came complaining to Glen Johnston. That Remish and another malabari were constantly talking in another language and that made Said mad. Were these chaps laughing at me?

I guess this applies to every one. Talk alright, in a language every one understands, if you are in a group.

In a company's operations meeting every day, the boss speaks to one of the managers in Kiswahili. There are others who do not understand. This is not a personal meeting, company meeting where the lanugaue is English or Arabic.

Saih Rawl

This is a desert town owned by PDO also known as Petroleum Development Oman.

This is desert, very dusty, dust gets into your nose, eyes every where.

Today I reached here, took 4.5 hours by road. Glen Johnston drove me, in, he was on his way to Muscat. Heard many stories about life in Algeria. Yes, he was in Algeria for fifteen years.
Guess, who else i met, the guy who calls himself Tbone, he is from Trinidad.