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Noki And Mimi


Good morning!

Woke up at an ungodly hour of 3:30am but  then I’ve been asleep since 6:30pm last night. Too much work and so tired.

Yesterday, when I woke up to finish trimming the carabao grass, I saw this kitten perched on the ledge of our perimeter wall at the back of the house serenely asleep. I let is stay there but when I finished gardening, it went down near my potted plants.  I was afraid our lone dog left would make a mincemeat out of it. Noki, a half Lab, half Spitz is the only  one that survived among our three dogs two months ago. They’re not used to seeing other animals in the backyard.  I’ve long wanted  to adopt a cat when we lost our two dogs but we haven’t got around to finding one. It is quite expensive to buy a pure breed.

It took us more than thirty minutes for the two to get acquainted.  We called her Mimi (it’s a she) and she seemed to be a house-trained kitty. She’s clean and she is not afraid of Noki.  Maybe she was lost and didn’t know how to get home.   Noki has grown a little chubby since we lost the other two and he can no longer afford to enter our grills at the kitchen and at the garage since he can no longer wiggle his body like he used to.  He was so stressed reaching out, trying to grab Mimi, barking and all. The latter extended her paws and scratched his nose. Finally, he just stayed contented in a corner letting Mimi walk around our dirty kitchen finding a place to rest and sleep.  They are not really friends yet  but I am glad that Noki  no longer attempts to grab her  neck when she is near.

Years ago, we used to have five cats and two dogs and they slept side by side. I wish these two would become friends as well.

 


It’s one of those days when one becomes a little nostalgic, it’s just but natural I guess. Giving  in to the reminiscing:) For a mother like me, celebrating birthdays of my kids is celebrating life itself, the perfect gift that one could have in a lifetime.

I wonder if you have associated the gift of motherhood on your kids’ birthdays. I do. Every time a birthday comes, I remember the moment I heard my baby cry and the elation I felt knowing that here’s someone I will truly and dearly love. There is that pleasant ache of remembrance, the years in between, the blessed days of enjoying life at their side.

Today is Josef’s 32nd birthday. Time flies and with it comes those pockets of events and things that make life worthwhile and worth-living. You remember when they were small and you were just teaching them how to clap their hands, smile before a camera, draw those abstract figures that their little hands could do, never mind if you’ll never know how they got the ideas. You were proud of them all.

I am a hoarder of memories. Until now, I still keep those notes and love letters written by small hands and painstakingly pasted or taped at the bedroom door so I can see them when I get home from work.  Until now, I still keep those recognition awards which they get every quarter term and at the end of school year. Until now, I still keep those medals which they have earned through good performance in their studies.

There is this app at Facebook where they show every memory you have posted on your timeline every day. It makes me glad that since I opened an account there back in 2010, those birthday photos and how we celebrated the day are still intact. I remember those days when he was a little younger and he used to say (usually during Christmas) that he does not want gifts that he needs but something that he wants to have…haha! Now he is too busy with work to buy something for himself so he appreciate my gifts:)

I took some shots  after breakfast and I am sharing one here.

Josef at 32!

Josef at 32!

Time flies!  Never mind if you get a year older too being a mom.  And my wish for you?

May this year brings with it all the success and fulfillment your heart desires. May God bless you every day of your life. HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

A Special Request


Yesterday, we had our twice a month visit to the wet market.  Sometimes I let Josef choose which kind of fish to buy. Usually, he likes milkfish (our local bangus) which could be cooked grilled, sinigang, daing, relleno or even as main ingredient in spring rolls. When he saw  a small pagi being cleaned and sliced by our favorite vendor, he requested  that we buy a kilo and cook it in coconut cream with lots of chili, his favorite.  You have to boil it first with ginger, onions and a little salt then dice it when it is cooked. We discard the water when it is done.

I’ve never been good at taking photos of food but this is how it looks,  a yummy dish of pagi sa gata.  I have a recipe of this in an earlier post.  All  you need would be lots of chilis, diced onion and ginger, salt to taste and fresh coconut cream.

Pagi is I think is  stingray in English.

Pagi sa Gata

Pagi sa Gata

Life Is A Dance


The wind chimes

move and dance,

a gentle reminder

that with all its angst

life is still beautiful.

 

Just Be


Just Be

Chasing thoughts

running in your head.

Like an old melody

Waiting to be heard.

Remembering Dad


I’d like to borrow this quote from Anne Geddes which I think is a perfect description of what a father should be.

     Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.
Just saw this in one of my notes at Facebook early this morning. I know I posted this here somewhere but I can’t remember the exact date I published it. I usually blog about him during his birthday and birth anniversary. We lost him one December night back in 2007.  We will be celebrating Father’s Day this coming Sunday.
I am reposting a blog I wrote eight  years ago barely a year after we lost Dad.  I can still remember I was crying while writing this little tribute to him.  Good memories will always linger in one’s heart. Treasuring the times that he showed us how much we were loved.  I wrote this on a Father’s Day too.

Yesterday, on my way back to Manila from Pangasinan, I brought home the Kodak Easy Share digital picture frame which contains more than a hundred pictures of dad when he was still alive. My brother painstakingly collated every picture he has in his own album and uploaded it. It’s only more than six months now since we lost him but when I watched and viewed the pictures once again, it seems as if he is never gone. Some pictures have captured him vividly –  a few months after he retired, his daily routine there in the province with mom, his joys in seeing his grandchildren in every important occasion that we had, his delight in meeting old friends and contemporaries, and always, his ever ready smile for everyone. It made me miss him all the more.

 

I am the only girl in a family of three boys so you could say, I am Daddy’s girl through and through. I’ve always found it easier sharing everything with Dad,be it simple things like the news headlines, how to plant and take care of a vegetable garden,how to fix things at home when the hubby is not around and yes, how to throw a ball in one of our rare baseball games in the province. One thing I could never forget though were his stories on how he struggled as a teenager to find work so he could finance his studies. He worked for thirty-one years in UST and that pretty much influenced all of us (his four children) to study there and embraced a true Thomasian education. He taught all of us the value of hard work and the value of always treating other people with respect.

 

It was through him that I learned the basic skills of cooking and he was the one who taught me how to make an estimate when it comes to preparing dishes for special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. I must say, dads really come in handy when they are in the kitchen. For him, it was  “hands-on” all the way. He will just watch you if you are doing it right or not and who would not learn from that? I think guys do cook better, there are more  guy chefs that I know and heard of. Or maybe, they do love to eat that is why they are more successful in the kitchen.

 

I was envious of his skills in playing the guitar together with my uncle (his brother) who used to play the violin.  One thing vivid in my mind was when we were still young and  televisions were not yet in fashion, nights were spent listening to him playing the guitar accompanied by his best friend in our neighborhood who played the ukelele. He even composed a song or two in our vernacular language. Those were the days, quiet ones seeing the other side of my father.

 

Dad was a disciplinarian but he was never strict with us. He would always say,”you know what is right or wrong, follow what your conscience tells you”. Learn from your mistakes, such familiar words that have shaped my view of things. Yes, I do remember one thing that he always reminds us,”you carve your own destiny”.  That was my dad, the ever practical but ever-loving one.

 

I miss you Dad…..happy, happy Father’s day!

 

Hello Again


Can’t believe it’s been a week since my last blog post here. I’ve been busy, busy, busy:) .  Maybe before I can finish the remaining job of repotting plants and cleaning the rest of the area at our back garden, it’s time to trim the carabao grass again😦 I know, it is such a backbreaking job but the sense of fulfillment you get when you see a clean and fresh-looking garden is more than enough. It happens when blogging takes a back seat and gardening is an inspired goal. The joys of gardening – chasing thoughts in your head and listening to silent words while pulling a stubborn weed – priceless moments savouring the language of silence.

Despite the busy days, I  managed to update my blog on Nate. He started pre-school yesterday, nursery class. Of course we are all excited, who wouldn’t be?  And I am proud that finally, the concreting of our sidewalks are done. I planted  some Iris at the corner beneath the trimmed Bougainvillea.  Josef trimmed our Arius tree, shaped like a robust Christmas tree and I thought, it is ready for Christmas decor…haha!  Our lone Gardenia shrub is now sporting a new look sans the unwanted leaves and small branches.   From pots, I replanted my prayer plants direct to the ground, they are thriving nicely.

The weather here is so unpredictable nowadays. Sometimes, it rains very early in the morning or late at night.  Occasionally, we still experience thunderstorms.  Still a bit under the weather, a week-long cough brought by sudden rain, then a hot and sunny afternoon then it gets cold at night when it rains late.

I am trying to avoid writing about our political situation here though my fingers are itching to tap the keyboards of my computer. I’ve lately decided to just “wait and see” because I don’t want to dwell so much on negativity.

Hello again, I hope you are all doing good.

 

 

 

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