DP Daily Prompt: Safety First Ranu’s post http:sabethville.wordpress.com

One day I tried to open a can of beef. There was a key to open the can,I put  the key through the  thin strip of  metal,as I was trying to roll it to the end of the container, the  strip broke off. In a panic I tried to open the rest of it with my left thumb,instead of opening I cut my thumb.I am not sure what happened,it started  bleeding I put a band aid it didn’t work ,it continued to bleed.

My husband was at work ,I thought if I told him.He’d be angry.I stayed quiet.It did not help,the bleeding wouldn’t stop.Not knowing what to do,I told my husband,he looked at it and said the wound is deep .I’d have to get it stitched.Because it was metal,I was required to get a tetanus shot as well. I was afraid of getting stitches,it had to be done,my husband’s colleague stitched it. He asked my husband,why he didn’t do it,actually   I was too scared to get it done by my husband. I made the mistake second time , I let my husband stitch it. To this day the thumb my husband took care of left no scar,but there is a prominent scar on my left one. I should have known better,my husband was an eye surgeon, they do eye surgery,which is far more delicate than the thumb!

DP Daily Prompt: I have Confidence in Me Ranu’s post https://sabethville.wordpress.com

A map of the languages spoken in Bangladesh, in English. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Am I good at what I do? These days I spend plenty of time translating Tagore’s poems and songs into English from Bengali. Fortunately Tagore was a Bengali,which is also the language I speak,read and write.  When I started this arduous task,I wasn’t sure I’d have much success. My online course friends and some bloggers think, I am doing a decent job.If I were to take their word,I’d say,I am good at it.

Before this I taught a number of years,both in Bangladesh and Canada. I did well according to my supervisors.

What would I like to be better at is a question,I wonder if it is possible to answer.I’d give it a shot.

After I got married, my husband did all the work from paying bills to submitting income tax,and also took care of the financial part. There were many things I didn’t know was done by him.

Today I am sitting in my bedroom with the computer in front of me and trying to ask myself, “What do I want to be good at”? My husband passed away eight years ago. It is enough time for an individual to put his/her house in order. Regrettably I haven’t come close yet. I am looking at all the files piled up on my bed and thinking how can I organize these.

I can do a lot of things that are unimportant,but am totally lacking the organizational skill. Maybe some day when the stars are aligned properly,my files will stop asking me ,”What are you planning to do with us”? I am at this critical stage now and this is what I’d like to do better.