Thanks to my my sister's cannot-decline request, we had iftar at my place yesterday. But of course makan-makan such as that does not just come into being with a blink of an eye or a doa round the table. And in my case, it apparently came with a whole aching body the next morning.
That's because a few hours before iftar, i took my very little time preparing dishes for 3 families. I love doing it, no i am not complaining but you see, i'm single. So that should go without my having to spell it out to you, how i dont do that very often. I normally cook for one, and eat for half.
And a few hours before locking myself in my door-less kitchen i did my bachelor shopping - shopping for extra groceries specifically when i'm expecting guests. And boy i went round and round the supermarket hoping and praying that i would see and buy one of those grocery trolleys so i wouldn't have to do numbers of elevator-climbs up to my penthouse unit carrying 20 bags?
I didn't spot one. Two salesgirls whom i interrupted their chitty-chatty pointed to me where i could find the trolleys but unless they thought i could see dead people, i saw no trolleys.
So after the shopping and before the cooking, i had to do what i was hoping i didn't have to do. Elevator climbs. With at least 10 shopping bags in both hands, i fought my way through to my locked front door. Yes i fought my way through. It wasn't easy to even reach the elevator door because my steps were made difficult by the almost-10 bags i was carrying. And to press the button once i was IN the elevator?
Don't even get me started.
Before reaching my still locked front door i literally had to drag myself, - and of course, the almost 10 bags. I really wished i was Mrs. Incredible then. I wish i could first unlock my locked door and then, only then i reached for my almost-10 bags from my car parked 10 storeys down.
Anyway, before i was wishing that i was Mrs. Incredible, i was at HUKM, doing my routine check up on my mom. And she wanted me to bring home some stuff next to her bed. And so i did. It's just that, some stuff consisted of one bag weighing almost 10 kilos if i may exaggerate, and another paper bag weighing more than a paper. Those bags were nothing until i got to the part where i had to go down 24 steps to get to my car. Even though the almost -10kg bag had wheels on it, they sure meant nothing then.
And before i even got to HUKM, that was when i planned my day. That was when i moved so swiftly you wouldn't notice me passing.
So we had iftar at my house yesterday. It went so well nothing went wrong.
But what's wrong is today, my body is aching all over and i mean ALL over, so i'm humbly admitting again, that i am not as young as i have been thinking lately...