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Nah, I am not counting the days till  Christmas, I am counting the days till September 1. And that’s eight days till September 1. Curious? I bet.

Our famous singer/composer. Jose Mari Chan would say, “I’m coming, I’m coming”. He is the first voice you’ll hear come September 1 because  music airlanes  somehow conspire to play his songs by then.  Jose Mari Chan is one of the famous faces of Christmas. Among his popular songs which they usually play on radios are Christmas in our Hearts and A Perfect Christmas.

Yes, the start of the BER month is coming. It’s the beginning of Christmas celebration here in the Philippines. Let’s forget Covid for a while.

Remembering those days in grade school.  At the start of December (we had Christmas break then), we would decorate some small tree trunks without the leaves and are usually painted white by our teacher. Back then, Christmas trees as we know now were practically unheard of in our school in  the barangay. Garlands would be crepe papers of red and green (those are the Christmas colors we knew then), stars that  we hung on the tree are from the silky inner wrappings of cigarettes cut into small stars with  ball thread. Art papers in different colors are also used for decors. You can make them into poinsettia flowers, ribbons, wreaths and what have you. Small boxes are wrapped to place on the tree branches while some bigger but empty ones are placed under the tree.

culled from the net just to show you how it was done.

Of course we had exchange gifts too at the last day before Christmas break. We had singing and dancing and sometimes declamation contests too. Usual gifts we received during those times were a pair of  face towel and bath soap, pencils, candies, toothbrush paired with a little box of toothpaste, and small things that a child of 7 to 10 would appreciate. Our teacher would bring a “bilao of bibingka” which we usually share after the program.

Those were the days. A simple way of celebrating Christmas but they were fun days too.

 

 

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I had a good chat with Fr. Lovell last night.  I consider him my oldest son. He  said before that I am his spiritual mother. He was transferred to Angelicum Iloilo sometime last July  and he is now the official treasurer of the school. He told me to google Lizares Mansion which is now called  Angelicum School – Iloilo.

According to Wikipedia, “Lizares Mansion was built in 1937 by Don Emiliano Lizares for his wife Concepcion Gamboa and their two sons and three daughters, the mansion has three floors, a basement and an attic. It has a winding wooden staircase and big bedrooms with floor and doors made of hardwood. It has 59 doors which indicate the intricacy of its layout.”

Facade of Lizares Mansion from TripAdvisor

In 1962 the Lizares Mansion was sold to the Dominicans. In 1963, it was converted into a House of Formation for young Dominicans in the Philippines.

In 1978, the Lizares Mansion compound became the home of Angelicum School Iloilo.

Fr. Lovell told me that he likes it there and hopes to stay longer because he will be taking up his doctorate degree soon.  We had this standing joke that he would like to stay there until he is 55.  At age 55? That would be 16 years from now.  Oh no, by the time he might be transferred to UST, I may no longer be able to visit him…haha!

Fr. Louie, another Dominican and is our chief administrator at Filipino Catholic where I serve as one of the admins posted this photo on his wall at FB.

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Proud Second-Grader


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I am not a cry baby but I almost cried this morning when I hurt my left thumb while slicing squash. The knife slid down the tip of my thumb and it bled a lot. My t-shirt was full of blood while I was waiting for Josef to get a band-aid strip. Woe to my sliced finger. I accidentally bumped it and it bled again.

Please don’t get tired of my rantings Last night, Duterte delivered another speech while most of us were already sleeping. Yes, it is always delivered at night when nobody except maybe a few would watch. We don’t watch his curses and rantings anyway so no love lost there. This is actually a continuation of my previous post the other day regarding the public appeal of the medical practitioners to give them at least two weeks, not to rest but to review and align what is more effective to be done amidst these rising numbers of COVID positive individuals including more than a thousand of their own and more than twenty five doctor specialists in different fields of specialization who died.

Duterte misinterpreted everything and he talked about revolution. No one is talking about revolution but he challenged these doctors and nurses that he is very much willing to fight them if they will start it. Goodness gracious, the enemy is unseen but he was so angry saying that the government is doing everything . What the medical practitioners need, what we need and what the people need is a CONCRETE PLAN to combat this pandemic. I pity the poor doctors and nurses who bore the brunt of his ire, he treated them like dirt instead of helping them and assuring them of the government’s help. And there is no plan except to wait for that vaccine from his best friend, china. The doctors and nurses are one in saying that the present Department of Health secretary must be relieved of his duty because he is not effective. It was an afterthought, a prepared speech which he read last that August 4 to August 18, we would be on Modified Enhanced Community Quarantine again. And we are now required to wear face shield when going out.

Protection from COVID-19 – surgical gloves for when going out for groceries, face shields, surgical and cloth masks. Add several bottles of Alcohol and a big jar of disinfectant. And yes, lots of Vitamin C.

I stayed in the garden close to two hours this morning. Started trimming the carabao grass while Josef went marketing for two weeks’ supply of food. I harvested more than a kilo of Calamansi and gave some to our neighbors.

Busy, busy Monday. How’s yours?

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Congratulations Nate!


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credit to project happiness

Lovely ways to spend the day. I am thinking of that hot cup of coffee, the sunlight that passes through the sheer curtains on my window, laughter  and shouts of joy from Nate, listening to old songs that make memories again, the yellow and red wavelengths of light at dusk and the presence of family and friends.

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Only In Pictures


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Oh, the usual  reason, been so lazy again. The weather is still hot here that you couldn’t think of nothing worthwhile to do except read and point the hose sometimes on your face while  you are watering the plants. I stopped counting the days since they declared a lockdown here.  What is deeply annoying is that after those more than two months of not being able to go out, they are still not doing mass testing. I bet even the official tally  broadcast everyday by The Dept. of Health is understated.  Their only way and the easiest one for them is to continue this quarantine. Such a shame and they expect the private sector to do the job that they are supposed to do. This government sucks big time.

Three days ago,  JP Morgan delivered two brand new HP laptops for Jovy and Josef’s use. They are still working from home. And those employees within the five-kilometer radius to their office are allowed to report to work. They have shuttle service to and from work with two free meals daily. This might go on for more days than we expect.

 

And take a look at this, Nate is getting chubbier everyday.  His hair is getting longer too. Barber shops  are still closed. He is happy that Nissa doesn’t report to work yet until the end of the month but she said it is harder to work from home than in the office. Starting next month, they are required to report to the office twice a week.

 

Done with two books in the last three days that I didn’t blog. I love Nora Roberts’ The Witness. An entertaining thriller interspersed  with a little romance, believable plot and an extraordinary heroin. A great summer read.  Ten books in advance for this reading challenge at Goodreads.

Take care everyone! May we be all safe from this pandemic.

 

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These photos made me laugh and smile and remember those long-ago summer days of my childhood. I’ve often blogged about those times we spent in the province more than half a century ago. We only migrated for good to Manila when we were all in high school because dad’s job was here.

I asked permission from one of our members at our gardening page on Facebook to copy some of her photos that reminds me of how I spent those days long, long ago. Provincial life – simple and carefree. These were during those times when internet and gadgets like cell phones, Ipads, color television were not yet in the picture and all  we had was a simple transistor radio to get in touch with the world.

I used to do this too, fishing during the summer months and the early part of the rainy season. The only difference was that I used to tag along with Mom and my some of my aunts to fish in the river. We would dig earthworm and place them in empty cans with holes at the bottom, use them as baits to catch fish. Those were the days when you learned that observing silence was one activity that you enjoyed.  You must learn to hold your fishing rod and feel the pull of the line once you catch something deep in the river. I remember those woven containers with cover tied to our waist where we place catch for the day. Mom and my aunties would bring either rice cakes  or boiled sweet potatoes for our snack along with a bottle of water, raincoats in case it rains and extra shirt or two when we get drenched.

Would you believe that during the summer months, we did this too? Gathering firewood, those dry branches that we used for cooking.  We usually bring rope to tie those we have  gathered in vacant lots in our barangay. I normally would go with my cousins in the afternoon to gather firewood.

We did this too, my brothers,  cousins and I, using coconut palms as sort of rides  when we played. The only difference was we didn’t need someone to pull the dried palm since the place where we played was downhill. You can pull yourself down and what a joy it was. We usually come home with dirty shorts.

Here’s another one that makes me smile remembering. We called it luksong tinik. Once you hurdle that height, they make it higher by raising their hands upwards. The players are divided into two equal teams. Two players are chosen as mothers of the teams. The rest of the players are children. The mothers are supposed to be high jumpers, for the object of the game is for players to able to jump the height of the hands placed one on top of the other without touching them.

By the way, I updated my garden blog, you can see it here.

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My, my but it is too hot. It is definitely summer now. I am not much into following the weather since this Covid lockdown has started.

We have two workers here at the moment, they’re fixing the locks of our bedroom doors and installing an aircon unit at the other room.  It is just a small .5HP inverter type air con, good enough for a small room. Since Jovy and Josef are working from home now, they need a cooler room for work convenience.  Oreo misses the window to our dirty kitchen, he has no more window to look out to when I am cooking.

I am so lazy to blog again. It’s been two days since I last visited here. Trying to find nice but short fiction books that would tide me over in the next week or two.  So lazy to cook too. We ordered lunch at McDonalds,  placed an online order for snacks and for dinner.

Lockdown was extended for another two weeks until May 15. I hope they would concentrate on testing  possible COVID 19 individuals so they could flatten this curve that they have been reporting now and then.

How are you friends? Keep safe always.

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