One is privileged at times spending the day just lazing around, reading snippets of gossip on my news feed ( I know, I know you would say, sometimes they are not worth-reading at all) and I hate it that FB changed the rules again. You can even see several timelines where your friends commented on a post, no matter how irrelevant or how unimportant they are to you. If not for AFCC, I would quit FB but I have an apostolate online that is even more important than the nonsense shout outs that I oftentimes see there.
It’s been raining on and off the whole day. I was caught in a downpour when the mass ended early this morning. Time to bring out those sturdy umbrellas, the rainy season is finally here. I can feel the wind on my face. I had breakfast at Jollibee ordering a favorite combination of fried rice, longganisa, pouched egg and a cup of really hot chocolate. Where else would you find a free copy of Philippine Star for morning news but at Jollibee? I am afraid to admit though that sometimes it’s only the headlines or opinion pages that catch my attention. There are two writers that I admire there, Lucy Torres’ byline Love Lucy and Barbara Gonzales’ Second Wind. Lucy’s articles are a joy to read – such varied and rich subjects like her married life, her only daughter Juliana, her penchant for crafts, the early years she spent growing up in Ormoc and other stories that sometimes make me smile and laugh and get inspired. She extends the Christmas season from early September to as late as February the following year. Barbara Gonzales says that she is in her 70’s, a former executive at McCann Erickson and writes her piece every Saturday. She teaches writing too but she says that the way she teaches is far more different than the way you learn in a classroom seating. I’ve long wanted to attend her class but I find the fee too stiff for my budget. She lives alone and enjoys what she does every day sharing about her life getting on years and growing older. She makes jewelries too and sells them in bazaars. When I get to be her age, I hope I would enjoy every day like she does, making crafts, playing solitaire (not my cup of tea though), updating her journal, enjoying occasional visits from the grand kids. She leads a quiet life but she is happy.
Happy rainy Sunday. Maybe, now is the perfect excuse to drink a hot cup of coffee. I get nervous when it rains cats and dogs. I hope there are no flooded areas in the metro.