Bowl of Cream Day

Well, I could call it Pearl Harbour Day or

Kargil War Day (Indo-Pak war)

It was on of the days when you feel the enemy has cluster bombed you overnight.

But I am calling it "bowl of cream day" because a story goes that a frog fell into a bowl of cream, unable to get out he swam round and round in it , churned the cream into stiff butter and jumped out of the receptacle.This human-froggie has to churn things up to jump out of a cauldron on certain days.

Early in the morning I discovered that our fridge was not working.first I panicked. Everything would spoil. Mama suggested that I throw out the perishables and the store the frozen stuff in Aunt Virginia 's fridge. This old lady doesn 't keep much in her fridge, so it has lots of space.Good idea.I threw away the stuff that could get spoilt and transferred the frozen items to Aunt V 's freezer and scrambled the left-over 4 eggs for breakfast.

Contacting the fridge repairman was quite a struggle as no one would answer the phone.Anyway I got one man at home and he agreed to come "when the electricity comes on at 1pm" Take note between 10-1 we have to put our electrical work on hold due to power rostering. We are so psyched up to that , that when we have no power cuts on rare occasions we feel kinda uncomfortable and suspicious.Can you believe that?

Since yesterday Sheeba had her tail down, although she was active and was eating. But she puked last night and I felt uneasy because last year on April 10th my Jimmy crossed over the rainbow bridge.

So after finishing up house jobs and cleaning up the fridge for the repairman I left for the vets with Sheeba in tow.

The rickshaw driver was very reluctant to have dog on.He was scared he would be bitten. But when I told him that my dog was the friendliest in the world and she was sick, he agreed to take us.

Sheeba enjoys rickshaw rides . On the way to the vets she shivers with excitement and barks at all the stray animals on the roadside. But on the way back she is so emotionally exhausted that she sits quietly.

Anyway, after being examined we found out that she had a fever of 103.2. The vet had to give her shots.There was a beautiful German Shepherd taking his shots and he whimpered and cried so much that Sheeba became very nervous.When her turn came she bit my hand ,undid herself from her leash and ran out on the very busy street into full traffic.

This was the second time during the day that I panicked. I thought if the fever wouldn 't take her a speeding vehicle would.As I ran out on the road after her, calling out to her and dodging traffic I started having flashbacks of Pet Cemetery (a Hollywood horror movie). But Sheeba 's good sense prevailed and she came back to me unlike the Runaway Bride.

The shots over we returned home and the rickshaw driver commented that Sheeba was a very smart dog.She has another appointment at the vets tomorrow morning.

The repairman arrived at 2 pm. He said the fridge gas had leaked and he

would have to take it to his workshop to get it fixed. Later on he sent his boys to take the fridge away and hopefully they will bring it back tomorrow afternoon. The vet and fridge burned a big hole in my pocket, but what 's one to do.

By evening Sheeba had her tail up.One foot out of the bowl.When the fridge comes back I 'll have my other foot out too.

Life keeps us on our toes. But as the Bible says we are to treat our trials as friends as they come to make us strong.