تولدت مبارک

سمی جان زادروز خجسته

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سپتامبری بی‌تو؛ هنوز از عشق لبریزم، هنوز از عشق سرشارم

رابطه‌ی من و وبلاگم شبیه رابطه‌ی مسافر کوچولو و گلشه؛ شاید هفته به هفته بهش سر نزنم، اما شب و روز به یادشم. 

دوشنبه که اکتبر رسید دیدم ای دل غافل سپتامبر رفته بی‌نامه و تبریک. هر قدر هم بی‌حوصله باشی و افسرده مگر می‌شه تولد عشقت رو جشن نگیری؟ آن هم بیستمین سالروز تولدش رو ــــمی‌دانید که هفته‌ی آخر سپتامبر تولد گوگل دوست‌داشتنی است ــــ راستی چه بر سرم اومده که بی‌ذوق شدم و با شمع و کیک و جشن و سرور غریبه؟ 

فقط این که نیست، دیدم کل سال باغم بی‌حاصل بوده و شمار مطالبم از سی و هفت فراتر نرفته. به عبارتی، کم پست‌ترین سال کاری در شش سال دوره‌ی وبلاگ‌نویسی. اسفناک‌تر از کمیت، کیفیت وبلاگ است، شده شبیه صفحه‌ی آگهی ترحیم روزنامه‌ها یا تبریک گفتم یا تسلیت :)

به نظر می‌رسد به خط پایان رسیده باشم، اما این فقط یک روی سکه است، نیمه‌ی پر لیوان را هم خوبه ببینم: هارد درایو پرشده‌ی کامپیوتر شهادت می‌دهد امسال بیشتر از هر سال دیگری داستان نوشتم فارغ از هر خودنمایی (: هنوز از داستان لبریزم) و کفش‌های ورزشی پرتلاشم روایت می‌کند هزاران گامی رو که در راستای تندرستی برداشتم (: هنوز از عشق سرشارم). نه، امسال سال کم‌کاری نبود، اتفاقاً سخت در تکاپو بودم، فقط تمرکزم به جای وبلاگ روی زندگی بود. ریکاوری مفیدی بود، تا توانستم از حاشیه‌ها و شایعات فاصله گرفتم که از آزادنویسی و فوتبال لذت ببرم. البته حساب تحریم‌های آمریکا و افزایش بی‌سابقه‌ی قیمت دلار را نکرده بودم. شما انتظارش را داشتید؟ وضعیت دلپذیری نیست. باید خوش‌بین باشیم به آینده و امیدوار به تدبیری برای بهبود وضع معیشتی و بهبود اوضاع اقتصادی.

الآن کم‌کم نم‌نم باران می‌بارد، چه خوب! من مدتیه که حال ابرها را نپرسیدم و از هواشناسی غافل شدم، اما خوشبختانه آنقدرها هم از خبر و روزنامه دور نیستم و هر وقت فرصت کنم اخبار ورزشی رو دنبال می‌کنم، پس به جای اخبار هواشناسی می‌رم سراغ مهم‌ترین خبرهای ورزشی هفته‌ی قبل ـــفقط فوتبالــ

هفته‌ی پیش، سه‌شنبه شب پرسپولیس در بازی رفت مرحله‌ی نیم‌نهایی قهرمانان آسیا، السد را برد. در همان شب استقلال با غلبه بر نفت مسجد سلیمان به مرحله‌ی بعد رقابت‌های جام آزادسازی خرمشهر راه یافت. تبریک به هر دو تیم سرفراز.

 در لیگ قهرمانان اروپا، رئال مادرید در غیاب مهره‌های کلیدی خود بازی را با یک گل به زسکا مسکو واگذار کرد. چهارشنبه شب بارسلونا با نمایش خیره‌کننده مسی و یارانش در ومبلی بر تاتنهام چیره شد و دست پر به خانه بازگشت.

 این هفته برای تمامی تیم‌های ایتالیایی حاضر در لیگ قهرمانان هفته‌ی خوشی بود؛ هر چهار تیم ایتالیایی با غلبه بر حریفان خود سه امتیاز ارزشمند کسب کردند. این طور که پیداست «سری‌ آ» و تیم‌های ایتالیایی پس از حضور رونالدو در یونتوس جانی تازه گرفته و به روزهای اوج گذشته بازگشته‌‌اند، این موضوع دیگه، قابل پیش‌بینی بود :)

موفق باشید

M.T 

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تولد و عید شما مبارک

عید مبارک

💙 Happy Birthday 💙

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بخوان، بنویس، باش

چک چک نکن بـــــــاران نورانی

چون من چرا ساکت نمی‌مانی؟

من آمدم یک لحظه ساکت باش

با ســـــاز ناکـــوکت نخوان آخر

نخوان؟ من گفتم نخوان؟ آن هم درست در فصل خواندن؟ نه، بخوان. لطفاً بخوان باران جان! بخوان که دل‌های ما تشنه‌ است. بخوان همان‌طور که محمد خواند به نام پروردگارش. بخوان با ساز ناکوکت یا با ساز کوکت، فرقی ندارد با هرچه خواستی بخوان! می‌توانی به عوض اینکه در چندین آسمان بخوانی، در آسمان ایران چندین و چند بار بخوانی آن قدر که از آفت خشکسالی آزاد شویم، بخوان باران جان بخوان!

دوباره سلام،

پارمیس جان تولدت مبارک. امسال تولدت مقارن شده بود با جشن مبعث، جشن پیامبری پیامبرخاتم، جشن خواندن، نوشتن و سرودن. در چنین روزی اولین کلمات قرآن بر پیامبر نازل شد، کلماتی که دستوری بود برای خواندن، کلماتی که نویدی بود بر نوشتن فوق‌العاده‌ترین کتاب تاریخ، قرآن بزرگ که به تدریج با دستان بشر نگاشته شد و میلیاردها بار خوانده شد و میلیاردها بار خوانده خواهد شد.

الآن که این نامه‌ را می‌نویسم، دیگر آسمان بارانی نیست. اما صبح تا عصر بارانی بود. خوبه که از هفته‌ی قبل ابرها یادشان افتاده که فصل بهار است و هفته‌ای یک‌بار به شهر ما سر می‌زنند و می‌بارند تا امید رفیق شهرمان شود. خدا را شکر، من که جداً نگران شده بودم. گفتم شهر، یاد شهر بی‌شهردار افتادم.

 به کجا چنین شتابان؟

آره، مهم‌ترین خبر هفته‌ی قبل بی‌شک استعفای محمد علی نجفی، شهردار تهران بودـــ البته یک‌سری از فوتبالی‌ها اعتقاد دارند مهم‌ترین خبر صعود رئال به مرحله‌ی نیمه نهایی بودـــ شهرداری که از وقتی شهردار شد، نشد که ازش بنویسم.

نه این‌که بترسم به سبب چرند و پرندنویسی ردّ شوم، نه، فقط به خاطر آن که تو نظام جدید فوتبال‌فَــن افتاده بودم. درسته، موقعی که ما در تقلای بازگشت به بالای جدول لیگ برتر بودیم، شهردار هم در تقلای ارتقای کیفیت خدمات شهری بود. خدمتی که ظاهراً به سبب بیماری ایشان ناتمام ماند و چاره‌ای نماند جز استعفای ایشان. البته از گوشه و کنار شنیده می‌شود که بیماری بهانه است و عده‌ای چشم‌ دیدن شهردار را بر صندلی ریاست شهرداری ندارند. این شایعات تا چه اندازه درست است نمی‌دانم، شهر من، تهران تو حرفی بزن.

 هرچند سیاستم در مورد شورای شهر و شخص شهردار همواره حفظ سکوت بوده است، باید اعتراف کنم وضعیت کنونی نگران‌کننده به نظر می‌رسد. به‌خصوص اینکه اصلاح طلبان هنوز گزینه‌ی مناسبی برای تصدی مقام شهرداری معرفی نکرده‌اند. امیدوارم خبر استعفای شهردار فقط شایعه باشد «یک لحظه آخر گوش‌ کن، برگرد!»، اما اگر نباشد شاید محسن هاشمی برای شهرداری تهران بهترین گزینه باشد. نظر تو چیه؟

تا بعد
M.T

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مبارک است به خلق و خدا نبوتت

از حـرا آیات رحمان و رحیم آمد پدید

با نخستین حرف، قرآن کریم آمد پدید

مبعث رسول اکرم صلی‌الله‌علیه‌و‌آله بر همه‌ مسلمانان جهان مبارک

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Make A Wish!

امروز بهترین روز است برای جشن گرفتن، امروز روز تولد توست. زادروزت فرخنده!

Happy Birthday Lily

 

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Presents for Nick

 How does it works?

Santa lifted his eyes from the letter and asked, "How are we off for jam?"
"Nineteen," was Uncle Sergey's reply.
-"only nineteen!"
-"Well, Seshe is very popular with children at present."
-,"Like Pokémon," said Santa pointing at a cuddly plush Pokémon.
Uncle Sergey nodded, "Yeah, Santa factory has made about 19,000 Pokémon so far."

"Great," Santa said as his eyes shifted from the plush pocket monster onto his desk where a jar of blue jam was standing among letters. Santa picked it up and smiled at its label. It said, "Space ShakePlus Jam comes in four colors and tastes. It's magic for you."
Santa shook the jar well and waited for the jam to change color. Thirty seconds later, the blue color faded into red, then red faded into yellow and delighted Santa. At last yellow faded into green. Santa rolled his eyes and said, "What a weird product! How did Rocky make it? He's really smart! Mino and Mahta need 200 jams?"

Uncle Sergey giggled, "Mino, two hundred jams! I bet she wants to start a business."

"I think so. Well, you say we have 19 jams left, so Santa Claus will send five Seshe to Little Parmis. It is a surprise for her. Maybe the present will make her happier. That poor child has to stay in bed until she will get better."

Sergey agreed, "Great idea! How about Mino?"
Santa chuckled, "Santa wants to forward four Seshe's for Mino and Mahta, and one for Armis."

Santa placed the jam back onto the desk, then picked up the next letter. A letter from Armis. It said:
"Hi Santa,
My name is Armis and I've been a good girl this year. I love stuffed animals and all Pokémon characters. So, I want for Christmas: A Mew, Mewtwo, Magnemits, and a Wigglylff. Plus a Google chrome cast. I also need a new pixel, a beautiful pink dress.
I hope you enjoy eating this strawberry cake. It's really delicious.
Love, Armis"

The sender of the next letter was Tina. It said:
"Dear Santa,
My name is Tina. I'm ten. I've been such a good girl that you can't believe. I don't believe in Santa, but I need a new iPhone, Rose gold is my favorite color.
Santa, you know, I've put 100 videos about "Pokémon go" on YouTube. I'm not crazy about Pokémon, but now the growing trend is to play Pokémon Go, so I want one of them. I think Metapod is good.
I'll leave you a big sandwich. Sorry, we never bake Christmas cookies.
Love, Tina"

Martin wanted some books, a cool laptop and a Rubik's cube game. To surprise Santa, Kiarash needed about $50,000 to grow his own business. His letter said:
"Santa,
Daddy and all my uncles are qualified electricians. I learned from them how to hang Christmas lights. Then I started my own business and decorated homes for Christmas and earned some money. Now I'm waiting here for Christmas gifts. If you don't have $50,000, I will pleased with $40,000."


There were no letters left. Santa glanced at his watch, he had still some time. Santa asked Sergey, "I'll just make two jam sandwiches."
 A grin spread across Sergey's face, "Great!"
So Santa gave the jar of jam a good shake, as its color turned red. Santa got the lid off the jar, then with a spoon put some strawberry jam on the toast.

Google's Colors
What exactly is "Space ShakePlus jam"? I believe you will taste it in the near future. That is mysterious jam made of space flowers and fruits. Last summer, when Uncle Sergey returned to Earth, his shuttle was filled with space flowers and fruits. Rocky appreciated the fruits and made kind of mixed fruit jam of the fruits. He noticed something incredible about the space jam. Its taste and color wasn't fixed, it changed, like autumn leaves, traffic lights, and like the changing seasons, it changed. Normally the special jam was blue, and tasted rather like blueberry.
By shaking the jar its color changed from blue to red, yellow and green. And its shape and taste changed from blueberry to strawberry, apple, and green cherry. Rocky was pleased with his four-colored jam, he named his special jam "Space ShakePlus". Because of beauty and unique taste, Space ShakePlus won the children's hearts. They named it "Seshe".

Little Julia ran into the room and asked, "Santa, are you ready?"
"My sleigh is ready?" said Santa as he got up from his chair. Julia walked toward the large present standing on the floor. Santa shouted, "Hey, hands off! That's fragile." then picked it up. It was a special present for Nick.
Santa got on his vehicle, took a deep breath and laughed, "Ho ho ho!" his sleigh took off and flew into pitch-black night.

Where's Santa?
Nick, a five-year-old boy from South Africa, had always longed for a white Christmas. As the first snow of winter arrived his wish came true. It was Christmas Eve. Nick immediately wore his winter clothes, came up to Mrs. Assistant and asked if they could go outside to build a snowman.
Without answering the question, she asked, "Where is Santa, Nick?"
The child seemed puzzled for a second or two, then he replied, "On the way to our house."
A sweet smile emerged on her face, "Excellent! So, sweet dreams!"
_,"But Auntie, I like to go outside and build a snowman."
_,"The snow won't escape, Nick! There is lots of snow on the ground, I'm in no mood to go out. I want to watch TV now. Well, Christmas morning after gifts opening, we can go sledding. Okay?"
_,"No, Snowman is better. Let's make one, Auntie."
_, "No. Look, it's dark and cold now, we must be mad to go out in such bad weather. Why don't you sleep? I thought you were waiting for your gifts. The twins are also sleeping. The sooner you sleep, Christmas comes faster."
Nick's eyes got bright and shining. She brought a winning smile to her face and asked again, "Where's Santa, Nick?"
"On the way here. Night, Auntie," Nick responded as he raced up the stairs.

The Bedtime Story

Nick entered his room. He removed his winter clothes. It was still snowing outside. Nick let out a small sigh and got into bed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But he could not. Nick thought to himself, "Now I wish a bedtime story! Mommy, Daddy, where are you? I miss you. I miss Granny, too… who tells me a story? If I were home, Granny would read me a bedtime story," he sighed and remembered their lovely house in Hopetown, he remembered his friends. "What are they doing now?" Nick felt so lonely, he felt chilly…chill? Nick recalled it was snowy, and Santa was coming, now he glowed with happiness. Nick switched on the bedside lamp.

Sitting in bed, he cuddled his best friend Leo, a stuffed lion, and told him, "As Santa brings my Pixel, I'll make a video of my snowy Christmas. Then I'll put it on YouTube so that my friends and Granny watch it."
It was not odd that Nick was crazy about the snowy Christmas vacation, December was in the summer in his hometown. It was just a month ago when Nick came to U.S. with his parents. As they traveled into space as space tourists, Nick was Google's visitor.

He was a smart, sweet boy so everyone liked him. As Mr. Assistant heard about his dream, he promised Nick a trip to New York. So last week, he sent the family to Uncle Bryan's house in New York. Though, he liked to be with Nick and enjoyed a wintry day, he had to stay at Mountain View to manage the company in Larry's absence.

The sound of the television didn't come from the downstairs anymore. Likely Mrs. Assistant was sleeping. Nick asked Leo, "Can't you sleep like me? Shall I read you a story?"

Nick picked up his favorite book, a red hard cover book with more than a century old. This ancient book, which filled with beautiful stories, was a gift from granny. She believed it wasn't an ordinary book, because it had a few blank pages. Grandma always said, "These pages aren't really blank, the book has a missing story that appears in a special white Christmas Eve." Nick opened the book at page 5, a blank page. ." Nick thought, "Oh that might be tonight." The thought brought a small smile to his lip.
Nick got out of bed, dressed quickly in his winter clothes, left his room with Leo and his unique book.

It stopped snowing just as Nick went downstairs. Nick got depressed. He sat by the fireplace staring at the Christmas tree. In the warm light of the fire, the tree seemed prettier. Nick wondered, "The tree will be much prettier as Santa comes. Wow! As he drops off my telescope, I can look at stars."
Nick was about to fall sleep in front of the warm fire when he heard the sound of coming a sleigh. He thought, "Here's Santa!" He looked around and remembered something important, "Oh, treat!" It was all fault Mrs. Assistant that Nick had forgotten to leave a treat for Santa. Nick raced to the kitchen to bring a plate of pancakes with a cup of coffee for Santa. Besides some red apples for his reindeer.

You're Amazing, Santa!

Santa was putting the presents under the tree as Nick came back with Santa's favorite treat. Santa was so surprised to see Nick over there. He asked, "Nick?"
"Hi, Santa… Oh, my telescope!" Nick said running towards the big present.
The little boy put the plate and cup on the coffee table, sat on the floor gazing at the gift, he asked, "Is it an actual telescope?"
--,"Sure! What are you doing here?"   
_, "I was waiting for you. Can we take a selfie together?"
_, "Yes," was Santa's reply. Nick started to open his gifts, while Santa was straightening his red suit and hat. Santa asked, "Are you ready?"
"Yep," Nick replied as he gleefully showed Santa his new Pixel. They stood beside each other and Nick snapped a few photos. Then Santa had a sip of coffee.
"Do you like your treat?" asked Nick, excited.
 Santa replied grinning, "That's my favorite treat."
Nick chuckled, "Well, I knew. I asked your assistant."
Santa felt a twinge of guilt about cancelling his assistant's plan. He said, "Sorry, he's not here just for me."
Nick nodded, "Yes, I know. Santa, you're awesome, you're wonderful! I knew you can do wonderful things, you drew an ice cream on the desert by your self-driving cars. I watched the video, it was really good. Can you make me a snowman?"

Santa rolled his eyes upwards, "A snowman? Not now, maybe later. I'm free tomorrow, but now I have to drop off the presents of the rest of children."
Nick forced a smile, "Hmm, Santa. Thanks for all gifts and selfie."
 Santa felt his face reddening with embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, Nick, but I must leave now. Bye, Nick."

Nick was on the verge of tears as he waved Santa goodbye. His sorrowful eyes melted Santa's heart, he glanced at his watch and said, "Hey, I think I have some time to make you a snowman. Well, I'm not much of an athlete, but I'm good at volleyball and making a snowman. You wrapped up warmly, so let's go."

Santa Selfie
They ran out into the snow. The backyard was well lit by the garden lights, covered in white blanket of snow. Santa began to roll a snowball along the ground. As fast as he could, Santa made two other snowballs, a little bit bigger than the first.
Then, under the tall pine tree, he placed all snowballs on the top of each other. Now they had a pretty snowman. Santa stood back to look at his work, "Isn't beautiful?" he asked Nick
Nick stood beside the snowman and shook his head sadly, "Isn't it too small? I'm taller than it."
 Santa got red. Without saying anything, he started to build another snowman. This time a big snowman. As it was ready, Santa looked at Nick. The little boy had a satisfied smile on his face. Santa took four colored button out of his pocket and stuck to the snowman's face for eyes, nose, and mouth.
Nick shouted happily, "Santa, you're amazing! Let's take a selfie with our snowmen."
Santa agreed. They both stood next to the snowmen and snapped selfie. At that time, it started snowing. Nick immediately opened his wonderful book at page 5, the blank Page. Santa walked away and said, "Goodbye, Nick."
Nick shouted excitedly, "Hold on! it is magic for me! It's not blank any more as grandma said."
Santa had a puzzled look, "What are you saying?"
Nick said, "It's wonderful, Santa. Here's a story on page 5, it was blank before falling the snow."

 Santa's workshop
Santa's team were in the workshop as the sleigh skidded to a halt. Santa had returned sooner than expected. Santa helpers ran outside. To surprise them, the sleigh wasn't empty of gifts. Half of the presents were not delivered yet, and unfortunately there was no sign of Santa.
Santa's team asked, astonished, "What's happened? Where is Santa?"
Uncle Eric sighed, "What a disaster!"
Uncle Sergey remarked, "Uncle Bryan's house was the last location he visited."
Gloria said, "So, I'll call Mrs. Assistant."

After getting the call from Santa's workshop, Mrs. Assistant went and checked Nick's room. He wasn't over there. Mrs. Assistant rushed downstairs, calling, "Nick, Nick, where are you?" She noticed the door to the backyard standing ajar. So she walked into the yard. It was snowing heavily. It was not surprising that no footprints left in the snow. There, under that tall pine tree, she could see two snowmen shining in the light of the garden lights, but not Nick nor Santa. Nick's new telescope was watching snowflakes drifting down from the sky.

He Can Play Guitar
Gloria nervously hung up the phone, then looked at them with startled eyes and said, "She says they've vanished."
Aunt Sami screamed, "What? They're missing? You must be joking!"
Robert looked shocked, "Oh, I don't get it!"
Aunt Lily smiled, "They might leave for somewhere."
 "You say, Larry left us with delivering the presents? No, he's not such a man! Larry is really reliable, he's responsible for his duty," was Aunt Sami's respond.

 Uncle Eric glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. One of us has to take presents to the children."
"Sergey," Aunt Lily recommended.
Everyone stared at Uncle Sergey. Gloria grinned with joyfulness.

Aunt Sami objected, "I'm totally disagree with you. It's wrong. He's Jewish."
Aunt Lily pressed her lips together and glared at her silently.
_"Plus he can't play guitar like Larry," Aunt Sami added.

Aunt Lily couldn't stop laughing, "Don't be so Unkind, Jesus is Love! Sergey doesn't want to perform a religious ceremony, he only wants to deliver Xmas presents, and makes children happier. I think you've forgotten St Nick's story. He put bags of gold in hanging stocking to help that poor family. Like St Nicholas, Sergey's intent is to help children. Yes, Sergey's fit to become Santa, it's a tradition in his family to help people."

Uncle Eric turned to Sergey, "So, you're Santa now."
Uncle Sergey's brows drew together. He said, "Oh, come on__ you know I have to find them. We're responsible for looking after Nick. His parents trusted us."

Uncle Eric said, "Don't worry, I'll find them."
So it was decided that Uncle Sergey became Santa Claus to deliver Christmas gifts. He changed into Santa's red clothes, then rode away on his sleigh.


Where are Santa and

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Nick now? Do you know? Maybe they have traveled to the island to visit Parmis. Maybe they have traveled to Japan to catch a rare Pokémon. We don't know. All we know that is something magical happened.

  Best Wishes

  M.T

Happy Birthday Google

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مرسی مامان جون که مرا به این دنیای زیبا آوردی

امروز تولدم بود. هدیه‌های فوق‌العاده‌ای از خانواده‌ام گرفتم، از لطفشان بی‌نهایت سپاسگزارم. شاید بهترین هدیه‌‌ی امسال را استقلال برایم آورد. دیشب، شب فراموش‌نشدنی بود... بچه‌ها گل کاشتید، واقعاً متشکریم. 

صعود پیروزی، استقلال خوزستان و استقلال را به مرحله‌ی بعد لیگ قهرمانان آسیا به بازیکنان، مربیان، مسئولان و هواداران این سه تیم سرفراز تبریک می‌گوییم و برای موفقیت آنها در مراحل بالاتر دست به دعا برمی‌داریم.

خوانندگان دوست‌داشتنی، از این که سالی دیگر در کنارم بودید و مطالب تلخ و شیرین، بی‌مزه و تکراری را تحمل کردید و از ضعف‌ها و کاستی‌ها چشم پوشیدید، از صمیم قلب سپاسگزارم. اما باور کنید این وبلاگ بی‌نظیره 😉دوست‌تان دارم و با داستان‌های جالبتری برمی‌گردم.😊

M.T    😊

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خوش آمدی

تولد، تولد، تولدت مبارک

پارمیس جان،

دوست گلم، تولدت مبارک! چندتا بهار را پشت سر گذاشتی؟ ...راستی! حالا برای شمارش بهارهای زندگانیت دستانم، انگشت کم می‌آورند:)

آری، اینک بیش از یک دهه از معجزه‌ی طلوعت گذشته است. اوه، چه زود گذشت!

مسافر کوچولو، درست در چنین شب فرخنده‌ای در آسمان تاریک قلب درخشیدی، با لبخند دلنوازت چراغ‌های معبد جان را افروختی و زندگی راکد و یکنواخت را معنایی دوباره بخشیدی. ستاره کوچولوی دنباله‌دار، سپاس که شور و سرور ما را دنباله‌دار کردی!

روزهای هفته با فکر هدیه‌ای مناسب برای تو سپری شد. یک هفته با خود کلنجار رفتم که چه هدیه‌ای درخور پارمیس دوست‌داشتنی است؟ بالاخره از کلافگی به یک داستان پارمیسی رسیدم. شک نداشتم که پارمیس عاشق قصه و داستان است، البته او تصاویر را هم دوست دارد، اما پس از دسته گلی که اخیراً به آب داده بودم، صلاح ندیدم که فعلاً تصویر پرچالش دیگری بسازم ـــ خب، بهتر است این روزها تا می‌توانم از حاشیه‌ها فاصله بگیرم.

محتوای غیر مرتبط ممنوع!

لابد قصه‌ی آن تصویر پرحاشیه را می‌دانی، اگر نه بگذار مختصر و مفید ماوقع را برایت شرح دهم:

هفته‌ی پیش به مناسب میلاد فرخنده‌ی برادرم، نگاره‌ای در وبلاگ منتشر کردم با این مضمون: یک دسته گل لاله با قطعه شعری از سهراب سپهری که گویا با تصویر همخوانی نداشت.

این تضاد آشکار، که البته عمدی نبود، مشکل‌ساز شد. متأسفانه، من زیادی به حس ششم متکی هستم. آن شعر را هم با تفأل به گزیده‌ی اشعار سپهری بزرگ برگزیدم و بدون کمترین توجهی به معنا و مفهوم عمیق عرفانی شعر، آن را در تصویر درج نمودم.

همین که تصویر ارسال شد، متوجه غلطم شدم. با توجه به این حقیقت که نیمه‌شب بود؛ می‌شد تصویر را با یک کلیک حذف کرد. اما حس‌ شوخ‌طبعی بار دیگر بر من غلبه کرد و تنها به اقرار تضاد آشکار متن و تصویر بسنده کردم.

روز بعد، تصویر و نوشته را بار دیگر مرور کردم و از این که شب قبل شتابزده حذفش نکرده بودم، بسیار مشعوف شدم.

واقعیت این است همانقدر گُل و زندگی را دوست دارم که گِل و مرگ را. و با «استیو جابز» که فرموده: «مرگ اختراع خوبی است...» کاملاً موافقم. مرگ و زندگی از یک نژادند، اگر مرگ نبود، زندگی این قدر شیرین و باارزش نبود. یادآوری مرگ به من خاطرنشان می‌کند که برای اثرگذاری زمان کمی دارم. با همین یادآوری بوده که برخی از داستان‌هایم را تکمیل کرده‌ام، زیرا خوش نداشتم که مرگ از راه برسد، در حالی‌که آنها ناتمامند.

گِل دوستی، بدین معنی نیست که از مرگ واهمه‌ای ندارم، بلکه به این معناست که حقیقت مرگ را پذیرفته‌ام و می‌دانم خواه ناخواه روزی از راه می‌رسد.

خلاصه، چند روز سپری شد. حال و هوای تصویر پاک از سرم پریده بود و فقط و فقط در فکر داستانی بودم که در ذهنم پرسه می‌زد. اما با گشتی در اینترنت دریافتم که دوستان درباره‌ی تصویر برداشت متفاوتی دارند، پنداری تصویر را توهینی آشکار به خود می‌دانستند.

مسلماً قصد نداشتم، چنین مفهومی را در ذهن دیگران القا کنم. با خود اندیشیدم: البته خدا می‌داند که نیتت از ایجاد تصویر خوب بوده است. اما مردم که خدا نیستند، ایشان با نیت تو کاری ندارند، عملت را می‌بینند. در نتیجه خطا از توست.

برای همین، بلادرنگ تصویر را از صفحه‌ی اینترنت محو کردم و برای خویش نگاه داشتم. تولد حضرت علی‌(ع) نزدیک بود، بنابراین تصمیم گرفتم این بار به توصیه‌ی امیرالمومنین که فرمودند:‌« هرچه برای خود می‌پسندی، برای دیگران بپسند و آنچه برای خویشتن نمی‌پسندی برای دیگران مپسند.» عمل نکنم و آنچه را برای خود می‌پسندیدم خودخواهانه برای خویش نگاه دارم، شاید به این طریق غبار رنجش از خاطر آزرده‌ی رفقا بزدایم.

امید است که توضیحات نه زیاد مختصرم، موجب شفافیت اذهان همه‌ی بزرگواران و سروران گرامی شده باشد.

پر واضح است که حذف تصویر، همه‌ی دوستان را راضی نکرد، شماری از عزیزان توقع یک معذرت‌خواهی درست و حسابی را داشتند. از خود پرسیدم آیا عذر‌خواهی واقعاً لازم است یا خیر؟ شعر که اشتباهی نداشت، تصویر هم که چشم‌نواز بود، آیا برای عدم توافق شعر و تصویر باید بیانیه‌ای صادر می‌کردم و مراتب عذرخواهی خود را به دنیای وب اعلام می‌کردم؟ دریغ و صد افسوس که نتوانستم از پس نفس سرکش خویش برآیم و خود را به عذرخواهی راضی نمایم.

خوب می‌دانی، از روز اول نوشتم که انگلیسی‌ام قوی نیست و اشتباه زیاد دارم. این موضوع را به کرّات در یادداشت‌های نخستین ذکر کردم، بنابراین چشم خواننده‌ی وفادار به غلط‌های املایی و گاهاً گرامری آشناست.

و چون وبلاگ‌نویس در اداره‌ی وبلاگ دست تنهاست و از سعادت داشتن ویراستاری حرفه‌ای بی‌بهره است، یادداشت‌‌هایش از خطا مبرا نیست. برای همین است که امروز و فردا و فرداهای دیگر به سنت ایام قدیم بابت تمام خطاهای نگارشی گذشته‌، حال و آینده از خوانندگان محترم از صمیم قلب معذرت می‌خواهم، امیدوارم بنده را عفو فرمایید. 

 

و خدمت همه‌ی آن دلواپسان و نگرانانی که اشتباهات و خطاهای تایپی، نگارشی و علامتگذاری اینجانب اسباب کدورت خاطرشان را فراهم آورده است، عرض می‌کنم بخشش لازم نیست، اعدامم کنید: فقط کافی است خطاها را تذکر دهید تا نسبت به رفع آنها اقدام کنم ــ اعتراف می‌کنم که در این چهار سال و اندی حتی یک مورد اشتباه به من گزارش نشده است:)

نیک می‌دانم که عذرخواهی به تنهایی کافی نیست و عمل و اقدام بایسته است. از همین رو همواره اهتمام این جوجه نویسنده در جهت بهبود و ارتقا و رفع مشکلات املایی، نگارشی و علامت‌گذاری بوده و خواهد بود.

ذکر این نکته ضروری است که عذرخواهی فقط بابت خطاهای املایی و دستوری و نگارشی است و نه بابت خطای دید. شرمنده‌ی آن دسته از عزیزانی هستم که با نظرات و عقایدم مخالف هستند. خوشبختانه، نمی‌توانم برای خشنودی و رضای گروهی نگرش و طرز فکرم را تغییر دهم.

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حتماً با خود می‌گویی ای آدم زمان‌نشناس! آخر در این برهه‌ی زمانی چه وقت این مهملات است؟ انتظار داشتم از اخبار داغ روز بنویسی، از انتخابات ریاست جمهوری، حملات موشکی و جام‌های فوتبالی.

حرف حساب جواب ندارد. بهتر است اول از آخری شروع کنم یعنی فوتبال. شما که غریبه نیستید، برای تعقیب لیگ  اروپا فرصت چندانی ندارم، اما از نتیجه مسابقات مطلعم. تلخ‌ترین رویداد فوتبالی هفته شکست سخت بارسا برابر یووه بود.

 

مسابقات جام آسیا را با اشتیاق دنبال می‌کنم. تیم‌های ایرانی در حال حاضر اوضاع مطلوبی دارند؛ چشم به راه روزهای خوش آینده هستیم.

درباره‌ی حملات موشکی آمریکا حرف خاصی ندارم جز اینکه آمریکا بار دیگر شتابزده تصمیم گرفت و ما را حسابی به فکر انداخت.

و در مورد انتخابات... باید بگویم، همگی خوش آمدید، خوش آمدید!

با نزدیک شدن به زمان انتخابات(۲۹ اردیبهشت) تنور انتخابات داغ‌تر شده است و احساس میهن‌پرستی، مسئولیت‌پذیری و مردم‌دوستی در شماری از مردم سرزمین پاکم ایران، از کودک خردسال گرفته تا پیرمردی نود ساله، گل کرده است. به همین سبب است که این روزها در ستاد انتخابات کشور جای سوزن‌انداختن نیست؛ تاکنون بیش از ششصد و سی و هشت نفر داوطلب ریاست‌جمهوری ثبت‌نام کرده‌اند. در شگفتیم که چرا چهره‌هایی که انتظارشان را داشتیم هنوز ثبت‌نام کرده‌اند!

هرچه اصلاح‌طلب‌ها منسجم و یکپارچه آمده‌اند، اصولگرا‌ها مجمع‌الجزایری و پراکنده‌ آمده‌اند. رئیس‌جمهور روحانی کاندیدای منتخب اصلاح‌طلب‌هاست و رئیس‌جمهور اسبق، دکتر احمدی‌نژاد، سورپرایز اصولگراهاست.

احمدی‌نژاد گفته که برای پشتیبانی و حمایت از حمید بقایی، کاندیدای دیگر اصولگراها، به میدان آمده است و هدفش ریاست‌جمهوری نیست.

اما ورود احمدی‌نژاد به عرصه‌ی انتخابات سروصدای زیادی راه انداخته است و عرصه را برای دیگر نامزدهای اصولگرا تنگ کرده است. آنها که متفقاً از آقای رئیسی ــ که هنوز ثبت‌نام نکرده است ــ  حمایت می‌کردند، اینک مرددند که آیا برگ‌برنده‌ای در انتخابات دارند یا نه؟

شایعه‌ها پیرامون حضور محمود احمدی‌نژاد بسیار است، شماری معتقدند که ایشان رد صلاحیت می‌شود. امیدوارم که چنین نشود، تا مردم شاهد مناظره‌های پرهیجان از صدا و سیما‌ی جمهوری اسلامی باشند، همچون مناظره‌های سالهای سبز.

این روزها سخنرانی‌های تندی علیه دولت وقت می‌شنویم، مثلاً جناب دکتر قالیباف، شهردار محترم تهران، از عملکرد چهارساله‌ی دولت تدبیر و امید، شدیداً اظهار نارضایتی کرده است.

با وجود احترام فراوانی که برای شهرداری تهران و شهردار محترم قائلم، در پاسخ ایشان می‌گویم: «آرامش و اطمینان بهترین موفقیت است.»

حق با شماست آقای دکتر، شکی نیست که بر دولت تدبیر و امید انتقادات بیشماری وارد است و عمل بسی بهتر از حرف است، اما بزرگترین ثمره‌ی دولت برای ملت، آرامش و اطمینانی است که در کشور برقرار است.

 شاید باید به این دولت فرصت داد، مطمئناً آقای روحانی در سایه‌ی تیم اقتصادی قدرتمند به نتایج ارزنده‌تری دست خواهد یافت. وقت برای صحبت راجع به انتخابات بسیار است، بهتر است سخن را کوتاه کنم.

تا نامه‌ای بعد، خدا نگهدار

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It all startes with self-driving cars

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     Run Away 

Uncle Sergey let out a long sigh, "Oh, nothing going right for me today, I see him everywhere."
Rocky cried, "You've proved yourself to be a neglectful, easy-going spouse. You feel very protective toward Gloria? then why she was hit by a meteor? why she was alone in the hospital and felt lonely?" Uncle Sergey took a step backward and said, "Sorry, let me explain."
Rocky took a step forward ready to attack, "Don't move a muscle, Mr Glass!"

Sergey looked around to find a hiding place; as he despaired of finding one he started to run. Rocky followed him. Five minutes later they were still turning around the stage amid thunderous applause, and the singer continued singing, as if nothing had happened.

Rocky Times

 Eventually, Rocky was close enough to touch Sergey's arm, but luckily or unluckily he tripped over the kamancheh and fell on Larry's birthday cake. Sergey laughed at him, It was time to slip away.

Rocky, wiping the icing off his frosted face, muttered under his breath, "Why do you leave toys on the floor where someone could trip and fall?" Uncle Larry kept playing guitar at lighting show, as if he had been walking on air.

Rocky glanced around the hall, he saw Sergey nowhere. When he was beginning to despair Mino called to him, "Come here, I can see Uncle Sergey, he's moving under the seats." As Rocky jumped off the stage, the lights went out and the hall was plunged into darkness. All the little girls started screaming together.

So soon someone turned on the lights, and Rocky could see Sergey through the crowd. Gloria cried, "He isn't Sergey, it's a robot!" Pityingly, Rocky ignored her and bounded madly toward Sergey in trendy clothes.
After a ten-minutes chase, Sergey still was brimful of energy. He struggled to get away from Rocky, so he rushed for the stage. Rocky also chased him.

Back on stage, unfriendly Sergey said to Larry, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you have to stop singing immediately! the craft will fly in few minutes. Why don't you take a seat?" so Uncle Larry had to leave the stage.

As both of the fanatical supporters were on the stage. Rocky said grinning, "Sorry, but you can't run away, Mr. Glass!" Sergey stood right in the center of the stage and said smirking, "Practice makes perfect, why don't you go driving this night? you can borrow your sister's car." Rocky glowered at him, "You tempt me to crash your luxury auto into wall." "Look out, Rocky!" Gloria warned him over and over again, and Rocky continued to ignore what she said.
 
Sergey giggled, "My car? you don't even dare touch me." Rocky's eyes got full of fire, he took a step toward him. Now Sergey was near at hand him. Poor Gloria pleaded, "No no, Rocky. Come back here." "Come on, come here this instant!" Mino, Parmis and Armis shouted as they ran to the stage. Gloria couldn't stand idly by so she joined them. Uncle Larry looked completely puzzled.

In face, there was a hatchway in the floor, Poor Rocky did not know this. When the door burst open Rocky with that humanoid robot tumbled down and disappeared from view. Just as the hatchway was closed, Uncle Sergey turned up on the stage and said ruefully, "I'm really sorry Rocky can't come with us. Don't worry about Rocky, he's OK. Now, fasten your seat belts please, the craft is ready for take-off. Hope you enjoy the flight!" he turned to Gloria and the girls and ordered them to went back to their seats, they did not accept and remained over there.
 
A few minutes later, the Emerald castle transformed into a spacecraft like magic, then took off the islet.
Uncle Larry asked, "Is it set on automatic pilot?"
Uncle Sergey shook his head, "No, Eric pilots the aircraft."
Uncle Larry turned pale, "Eric? you must be joking, you need great skill to fly a plane!"

Uncle Sergey, "Don't worry, GD helps him. Plus, Eric is a really expert--" he had to leave his sentence unfinished as the spacecraft tiled to one side, four of protesters softly fell to the floor and the spacecraft began to descend so suddenly. Pilot Eric manged to get the craft airborne, he made good finally.
When it was airborne again, Gloria said to Sergey with tears in her eyes, "We can't leave Rocky behind." Parmis nodded, "Yeah, this islet is uninhabited. Have a heart, Uncle Sergey!" Armis cried, "That's unfair, I hate you. Rocky is like our brother." Mino said, "Don't worry, I call a copter for him!"

They could see Rocky from the spacecraft. First he made an attempt to break the record for the high jump. After he failed he beat Glassy broken-down, then yelled, "You're fired, Mr. Glass. I'll find you as soon as possible and teach you a historic lesson."

Gloria hated seeing disappointed brother. She sighed deeply, "We gave him warning of the robot, but he ignored all of them.Why my little brother is so thoughtless? why?" She flung herself to the floor and started to sob uncontrollably. Uncle Sergey tired to pacified her. Gloria shouted at him, "Why Sergey, why? Rocky is my little brother, how could you be so stupid?" and ran away.

Sergey turned to Larry, "I'm really Sorry, Larry. I lost my temper because of tiredness. Last night I hardly slept a wink last night, because I had to look after Gloria, see, I like Rocky, but I couldn't bear him hovering around me."
Uncle Larry shook his head sadly, "Rocky is your brother-in-law, try and be friendlier to him."
 --, "I'll try. He's got emotional problem--Mr. Stone, his trainer is aboard, and his father is sick, and driving test... well, how do you usually get to work?"
Uncle Larry, "Why?"
--,"I want to come with you. I work for Google until Rocky would pass his driving test. Next, I hit the road. I must water the flowers."
--, "Flowers?"
--, "Well, we're growing flowers in the moon, we intend to build a large greenhouse over there."
--, "But plants need light and water, you say that the life exists on the moon!"

Uncle Sergey told him about his late research. He said Gloria has discovered a wonderful plant. It grew without air and light and only needed watering twice a year.

The spacecraft was flying at a very high speed without vibrating, as the passengers enjoyed watching the stars through the glazed roof. Uncle Larry came up to Pilot Eric and asked, "Amazing! You navigate the craft expertly, where did you learn to fly?"

Uncle Eric replied, "Google."
Uncle Larry, "Really? now, where are we flying?"
Uncle Eric, "Google."

That night Mountain View glinted in the light of the craft flying above the clouds and cast its soft glow on the town below. The streets and beach almost emptied of people and all the lines were busy because of reports of UFO sighting.

Witnesses reported: "A huge, small, quiet, noisy subject hovered over the town. There was a blue aura around it. UFO is in the form of Saturn, triangle, boomerang, double hat, football-shaped, v-shaped and so on. The aliens tried to abduct about hundred people."

 "National UFO Reporting Center" and "Alien UFO Research" looked fully confused about all these unexpected reports, "Does it make noise? you're sure?"

 Gloria is Upset
 
 Alone in shadow, Gloria was in a sulk. Sergey said ruefully, "No one is sorrier than I about what happened. I let you down, Glory," he swallowed and forced back his tears, "It is true that I'm a neglectful, easy-going husband, I'm feeling guilty about leaving you in the hospital, and also about Rocky...give me a chance to show you what I feel--"

Gloria said, weeping, "How could you be such a unfeeling man? Rocky suffered from a terrible headache."
--, "I can really sympathize with him so I had one when I was in the space."
She folded her arms and stared at Sergey, "Really? how are feeling now?"

Uncle Sergey sat next to her, "I'm feeling a lot better now. What I want to find happiness for us. Can you forgive me?"
--"Let's talk over coffee."
Uncle Sergey ran to bring two cups of coffee, and Aunt Glory stared up at the distant stars, smiling.

 

ALIEN visited Google

 

Finally, Aliens arrived in Google. The UFO landed softly and the party started promptly. Uncle Larry blew out the candles, then he was busy unwrapping his birthday presents eagerly. He started off with the biggest present which was tied with a gold silk ribbon beautifully.

"Who's this present from?" Uncle Larry asked as he untied the ribbon. The little girls looked at Parmis and giggled. Parmis glowed, "Please accept this little present, Uncle Larry."

A sweet smile came to her uncle's face. Uncle Larry quickly unwrapped the present. As the floral green wrapping paper was removed from the big package Uncle Larry exclaimed in delight, "Wow! It's highly expensive."

Parmis said, grinning, "Now your steaming coffee awaits you at home wherever you are. This smart coffee maker connects to your cell and takes your order via an android app."

Uncle Larry giggled, “Thanks a lot. I really need it.”

Sergey turned to Larry, "Can I use your cell to make a black coffee?"
Uncle Larry shook his head, "Nope."

After that, Uncle Larry took the smallest present. It was a mobile game named “Haftseen". Armis seemed so excited. Her silky dress was blue the color of her eyes and her present. "I hope you enjoy this android game. I wrote the programing cods and designed it all by myself. It's about a Haft-Seen gatherer just like you. The main character won't get home, unless he/she collects all items of Haft-seen." Armis said, pointing at the Blu-ray Disk.

Uncle Larry, “That's great! Next time I try to arrive here sooner. I wanna collect seven items as of tomorrow, until I'll be good at it." he smiled at his assistant, "I'll make my aide play this android game every day."
 

Mr. Assistant shook his head, “No No, you can't. I don’t like to set the Haft-seen table any longer.”
With a despairing look, Armis stared up at Uncle Larry when she heard Mr. Assistant's remark.

“Don't worry! he was just joking. Mister is so kind-hearted that he never leaves his boss alone. He's more than an aide, he's a close friend.” Uncle Larry said to Armis.

Uncle Sergey asked, "Can I use your cell to play "Haftseen" game?"
Uncle Larry shook his head, "Nope."

Mino's present took everyone badly by surprise. No one thought that this little girl could be so calculating. She had brought a fireproof pair of shoes as a present.  

“Luckily, I didn't have to guess your shoe size, Uncle Larry. The fireproof shoes are ideal for "Char_shanbe Suri". I put your mind at ease, your shoes won't be burnt next Char_shanbe Suri.” she said.

Uncle Larry broke out in a cold sweat when he thought back to that night he had to fight the flames. He swallowed hard and forced a smile, “ Thanks, Mino. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I won't jump over the fire again.”

Mino, “You must be joking! All the Islanders enjoyed Char_Shanbe Suri, the roaring fire is really interesting.”

Uncle Larry turned to Uncle Sergey, "It all started with self-driving cars. We drew a big ice-cream on the desert floor by driver less cars, then lit bonfires around it. Pity you didn't see it.“

 

Uncle Sergey giggled, “That's right, that night I was in shadow. we couldn't see your beautiful work, because we were on the other side of moon. What's your shoes story, they caught fire?”
Uncle Larry, “Yes, the fire was really huge.”

Mino, “No, it wasn't. You didn't have much faith. Abraham was thrown into the fire, but the blazing fire didn't harm him. Because he believed in the God. Now, next year when we'll hold Char_shanbe Suri festival you wonder, well, if you'll come to jump over the bonfire again?"
His lips curved into a bitter smile, “I hope not.”

Martin had decorated his present with yellow and green buttons. Just as Uncle Larry took the flag and map of Brazil out of the package Martin said loudly,  “Many happy turns, have a good trip.”
Uncle Larry’s eyes rounded, “Trip?”

Martin, “Parmis said you gonna travel to Rio de Janeiro in August."
Larry nodded, “Oh yes, Rio 2016 Olympics, thank you for your pretty present."

 

Mark had brought a luxury "scrabble game" with golden tiles, “Many happy turns, Larry.  So you founded the Alphabet Inc last summer, I thought you would like this. Enjoy!" Mark said.

Uncle Larry, “Yes, that’s right. I like alphabet, so do you. Alphabet means book for you, and Alphabet is everything for me. Thanks for your luxury present, Mark.”
 

 
Boring, Boring, Boring!
 
There were no gifts left. Tina jumped up onto the stage and said, "I guess it's my turn to surprise you." She said to Uncle Larry, "Happy birthday to you, I have a funny present for you, you have to watch it. honestly, your trip was a wonderful subject for video."  
Uncle Larry smiled, "Thanks Tina."

A big grin spread across her face as she said to Parmis, "Turn off the lights, please;  I wanna show my amazing video."

The lights were off only for forty three seconds, then the lights were on again.

Tina let out a cold shriek, "Help! Help! please turn off the lights!" 
Mino folded her arms and glared at Tina, "I'm really sorry to stop that 180-minute video, but it sends us to sleep. Look at the people sitting over there, a few peoples are asleep right now." 
Parmis, "Check the time, we have no time to watch your video."

Mahta said pleadingly, "We've not haven dinner yet, I'm awfully hungry." 
Uncle Sergey nodded, "That's right, Let's continue the party. Gloria and I have not handed our preset to Larry yet."

Tina shook her head timidly, "Sorry, why I am so thoughtless."


Uncle Sergey turned to Larry, "Congratulations on your forty-third birthday. You look younger than your age." 

Uncle Larry stared at his sunken eyes and said, "Thank you. But you have aged since I saw you last time."

 

12 years a slave- I love this movie

 

Uncle Sergey said, "So Moon's department stores accepted neither Google wallet nor American express, I couldn't buy a valuable present for you. However, I didn't come empty-handed." He jammed his hand into his jeans pocket and took out a fistful of "bolts and nuts" and said, "My present for you. Keep them for a rainy day."
Uncle Larry embraced him and said, "They're beautiful, thanks."

Uncle Sergey explained, "They belonged to Ranger 4. Gloria and I have been fully occupied disassembling Ranger 4 for months.”
Uncle Larry stared at his hallow eyes, “What? don't pull my leg.”
Uncle Sergey shook his head, ”No, I told truth,  Gloria believes that Moon isn't our garbage dump. She made me dismantle Ranger 4 and mop the Moon's dusty surface."

Gloria slapped herself in the face, "Sergey! Did you bring the mop and pail?"
Uncle Sergey shook his head timidly, "No, I only brought you."

Gloria, "Next time, bring our mop."
 

Parmis exclaimed in horror, “Oh, the Moon's surface has been littered with wreckage, we must save the Moon. When can we travel, Uncle Larry?”
Uncle Larry grinned, "It only happened once in a blue Moon."

Mino's eyes shone, "I'll come with you. Mahta has plenty of old stuffed animals, I can leave them on the moon."
Armis , "Yeah, we must travel to moon to find Aunt Glory's mop."

"Can I make "12 years a slave" on the moon? I love this movie," Tina asked, pointing at Uncle Sergey.

Uncle Larry glared at them, “No, I said we would never travel to the Moon. Look at Aunt Glory, maybe a meteorite will hit you.”
Parmis pursed her lips, “We don't scare easily, falling stars are everywhere."

Uncle Larry, “That's right. Then we travel to the moon when you would be as tall as Rocky.”
 

Rocky was about two meters in height; as Parmis compared her Mom's height with him, she burst into tears and run away. Parmis’s Mum glowered at Uncle Larry, "You made her cry."

Uncle Larry said, “I didn’t mean that. I tried to change her mind; she is too young to travel to the Moon.” 

 

Uncle Sergey asked Mr. Assistant, "Then where is your present?"
Mr. Assistant smiled proudly, "I presented a dozen GPS socks to Larry before midday."Sergey's forehead wrinkled in a frown, "What's that?"
Mr. Assistant replied, "Oh, my new invention." 

A grin spread across GD's face, he came up to Larry and said happily, “Happy birthday Larry! 43 cartoons will be my present to you. Someday I will draw them, someday, so you have to be patient....Let me check my calendar... Mother's Day, Teacher's Day, Father's Day, Rio 2016 Olympics, another Olympics, summer, fall, Halloween, US election, thanksgiving, Xmas, New Year, winter, spring... oh, yes, they'll be ready next summer."  

Uncle Larry, “Don't hurry, you can draw them whenever you want, just draw me funny and lovely.” 

GD, “Fun? It’s not easy, but I’ll try.”

Writer, “Well, I hope to finish this story by the end of the summer.”
Uncle Larry, “Fall, isn’t it so soon? I prefer winter. I enjoy reading the long stories, and please delete that commercial for "Feech" from it."
Writer frowns, "But it..."
Uncle Larry, "Not buts."

Uncle Sergey, "I object, if she finishes your story until winter so when she will write my story?

 
Someone said, “Which story? you don't have any stories.”
Uncle Sergey turned his attention to that little girl with tear-stained cheeks and asked, "Why? just for we won't take you to the moon? Try and be friendlier to me, Parmis."

 
Parmis, “No, just for Aunt Gloria said she would have a surprise birthday party for you.”

Sergey and Gloria exchanged glances.
Gloria, "flowers, we must return home."
Sergey, "That's right, we must build a greenhouse there."
Gloria smiled, "Yes, we'll celebrate your birthday at the moon."
Sergey, "Awesome! and how about Rocky?"
Gloria, "Certainly my family will be there."

Sergey, “Great! but I think I’m too old to have a birthday party."
Uncle Larry laughed, "Poor Sergey! but there is no age limit for having a birthday party."

After that, the best part came; dinner, there were too many dishes to choose from-- deciding certainly wasn't easy, especially if one had just returned from the space. After a five-minute's indecision, Uncle Sergey selected a plate of spaghetti. Gloria preferred vegetarian dish. At the end of meal, they all had cake, ice-cream and Samanu as they were dancing in time to the music. 

The party continued until a quarter after 10 at night. Uncle Larry handed out party favors, Google Tablets, to the children in the spacecraft. Next, he sang his favorite song several times, his good performance brought the house down, as usual. Forty three seconds of Tina's video also had been shown three or four times. 

When Parmis shouted, "There's no food left, So Bye. Thanks for coming." the celebration finished and they all emptied out onto Google's garden. 

Uncle Larry asked Parmis, “Are you sure that the spacecraft won’t be explode right now? “ 

Parmis shrugged, “I don’t know.” 

Uncle Larry, “So who exploded the bridge?”  

Parmis, “Well, anyone could have exploded it, no one has accepted responsibility for the explosion so far.”

They came cross Rocky in the parking lot. Rocky was leaning against Uncle Sergey's car, holding a bowl of soup. He waved hello to Uncle Larry and ran forward. Rocky said, smiling, "Happy birthday Uncle Larry...I'm sorry about what happened... Alphabet soup just for you." 

Uncle Larry smiled back, "Wow! I love alphabet soup."

Uncle Sergey and Gloria were coming toward the auto as Rocky appeared. He said, grinning, "Mr Glass, look! The Rock hasn't been yet eaten away by the sea. Gloria permitted me to drive your car. " 

Uncle Sergey immediately run away, and Gloria laughed loudly. However, It worries me to think what may happen. 

The parking lot soon emptied as soon as it started to rain. Parmis was still thinking of travel, she asked her Mom, "Can tablets make me grow taller?"

 

Images from Pixabay 

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 M.T

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