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I guess most of us belong in this category. Some excellent bloggers that I follow and befriended are older than I am. I am a grandparent too so I belong here.

Today, July 25, 2021, the Church observes for the first time the “World Day of Grandparents and the Elderly. It was instituted by Pope Francis early this year to be observed annually on the fourth Sunday of July, close to the feast of Saints Joachim and Anne, parents of the Blessed Virgin Mary which every July 26. – ( from the Dominican Province of the Philippines).

The Church invites us to care for our grandparents and elderly by setting aside this special day. There is a prayer issued by the Holy See in observance of this day.

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Someday perhaps we will meet each other again,

We’ll sit by the fire and reminisce

Those lovely days of old while drinking hot cups of coffee.

We’ll laugh how it was then,

The innocence of youth,

How insecured we were.

Trying to find that elusive thing – happiness.

We’ve gone a long way now,

Counting the grays in our hair

But the essence of friendship remains.

Ah, it is beautiful🌻

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Oh my! This is simply weird.

I had a very lovely dream last night but for the life of me, I could not remember a thing when I woke up. I didn’t want to open my eyes because that would mean I am awake. I needed to go to the bathroom and that was what woke me. I used to have these little notebook and pen on my night table to write what I remember about my dream but over the years I got lazy. Sometimes you dream myriad of subjects, people and friends you remember, your family, certain places that you’ve been to, places you want to go to, things that are scary or sometimes you dream of that thing you were thinking about before you went to sleep.

Three words.

Begonia.

Immunity.

Antibodies.

Would you believe that I keep forgetting all these three lately? That name of the plant I used to have in my garden, its name is always at the tip of my tongue, but I usually forget. Take the words immunity and antibodies. These words became familiar to me when I had Covid more than two months ago. Goodness gracious, why couldn’t I remember them at the spur of the moment. I have to write them down in my journal. Weird, isn’t it? Does it happen to you?

Whoa, I am really getting old😉😘🙂

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For Nissa, this is a precious gift from her unico hijo.  Nate always ends up his greeting with “you’re the best”…. 🙂

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Oreo at two….

Getting ready for another outing on the beach, we tried his new doggie goggles yesterday. Aba sosyal siya, he has a floater too….but he is a good swimmer.

HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY OREO. You’ve been with us for almost two years now. In dog years,  you’re getting old. I wonder how old you are exactly now, because in dog years it depends on the breed. Some say one  human year is equivalent to seven  dog years. So you are still teenager….haha 🙂

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She remembers –

The feel of the wind on her face

The scent of the sea

Footsteps in the sand

Sea glass tempered  and smoothed

by time

Sea shells along the shore

The lap of water at her feet.

She remembers the happy times,

The smiles,

The laughter.

And sometimes the tears.

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Busy,  busy  Thursday morning. Several loads of laundry and the sun is not even shining. It is again obscured by clouds.

I was thinking, today is August 23, eight days more to go before the BER months. Aren’t  you excited? Well, I am.  It only means December is getting near.

Gosh, how time flies. It may sound a bit redundant but it really does. Before you know it, 2018 would just be a leaf in the calendar.  And here we are, getting older  but still enjoying what life deals us every day. The little things, the seemingly insignificant things that sometimes we just take for granted really make life worthwhile.

The other day, I spent a little time in the garden pruning our fruiting kalamansi trees, I have to  prune the small trunks touching the steel matting fence. We have to give way  to my growing blue ternatea plants. They come now in blue and white flowers.  I am also excited to plant the mixed Portulaca and  variegated Four O’clock seeds I bought at the grocery store a few days ago.  Just waiting for sunny days so the seeds won’t rot in the so wet soil.

Portulaca or Purslane. Plant them today and they will give you lovely blooms tomorrow.

 

Portulaca is also called moss rose. Although I have them now in yellow and white colors, they only have single-petaled flowers. They are pretty little plants that need only a little moisture to grow and bloom.

I used to grow Four O’clock outside our perimeter wall at the front, but they died after a few years.  They are summer plants too and bloom in the late afternoon (yes, around four o’clock) and early evening. They could be grown in containers too.

Four O’clock. Image from Google.

I bought multi-colored seeds of the Four O’clock plant. I hope they would give me these similar blooms later on.

I am thinking of where to transfer the three seedlings of my Roselle plants. They are still in a pot but they need  a space where they  could also climb since they could grow about three to five meters.

It gives you that nice feeling touching the soil, seeing  the garden plants bloom before your eyes giving you that sense of accomplishment. Somehow, Nature is kind enough to share its blessings with you.

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Been meaning to bake a simple cake for Mom for a few weeks now. Yesterday, I decided to bake a carrot cake for her. I used just a cup of carrots. I could smell  the sweet aroma of the cake from here.

 

Mom loves anything sweet. It’s a good thing she is not  diabetic, thank God. She loves all kinds of salads, be it veggies or fruits.  She had her favorite cup of coffee together with two small slices of this. Heaven!  Sometimes she would always say she is doing nothing but sleep and eat.  She watches the news on TV every night and her favorite soap operas but I wonder how she could understand the stories.  Her hardness of hearing is more prominent now. Back in those days when it started, she used  a hearing aid but didn’t feel comfortable with the noises she heard all the time.

She is so easy to please but sometimes at her age, she is so “makulit”.  How would I translate this in English, it’s actually a Tagalog word for persistence to the point of annoyance.  The past days and almost every day she kept asking me to call my younger brother to fetch her. She wants to go home to the province  but commuting is not an option. She is already old and sometimes so slow to walk when she is outside.  Gosh, she is turning 89 this coming month.

Have I told you before that when you reach 80, everything that follows is a bonus? I read that somewhere. Getting old is inevitable.  We will all grow old someday.

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