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I love early mornings

when the world is still on the brink of waking.

It’s at this time when you’ll hear  the sound of a new day

hopeful promise of  something so dear to hold,

Peace

Stillness

Quiet…

My Amazon Lily

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Thoughts


The words keep coming

Forming sentences and paragraphs

in my mind.

I should have minded the sharp tip

of the knife.

Red trickles and mixes with the words.

Maybe I could write some lines

out of this.

My finger throbs.

And the words get lost somewhere,

between the band-aid and slab of meat.

Dinner would be late.

 

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Two days, only two days of not blogging and it seems like a week.

I saw these  porn links on my spam queue early this morning.   My gosh, they are so annoying. I always immediately put them on my spam folder when I see links and comments like these. It’s a good thing there is always Akismet which filters those ugly and hateful words. What do they get out of commenting on a well-thought of posts? Nobody in his right mind would open such links.

We attended mass last night here in our village chapel. It’s the only mass held during Sundays here since the attendees are homeowners of our subdivision. One can always hear mass at the town proper  every hour of the day during Sundays. We brought Oreo along. They always have these blessings after the mass and we laughed when the priest blessed Oreo first before us even commenting that he is a lovely dog.  Oreo is always behaved when he is outside the house. He had his regular walk at the village park right after.

Last Saturday, our neighbor trimmed the bamboo he planted near their gate. I asked for some sturdy branches and Josef made them into trellis yesterday at the back of the house. We have a permanent trellis made of wires but I need something that my ampalaya could climb on to  when they grow.

How did your weekend go? Was it a busy one? What is your typical day like?

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That gentle calm you experience listening to good old music and re-reading some lines from a book of poems. I’ve often blogged about books and music together. They go hand in hand when I want to just relax my mind from the topsy-turvy world of the living. Believe me, there are moments when you just want to listen to the soothing music of yesteryears – be they be instrumental, ballads, slow rock , mellow touch, it doesn’t matter much as long as I could divert my attention for a while but of course it is better when you listen to old-time favorites. There are times when singing along is the best way to do it or otherwise I let the music flow from one end to the next.

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Seeing my friends shoveling snow in Chicago and Toronto just so they could pass and clean their driveways, I think we are lucky that we live in a tropical country although during summer, the heat at times is unbearable.

We are having a fairly lovely weather here. Our weather bureau PAGASA says the cold weather will stay  until February. Nights and  dawns are really cold and most of the time there is a cold breeze during the day. The sun is always late showing its face. And the nights are longer, right? Six am is still a little dark here.

I am at the end of the few chapters of a story about 19th century England.  Yes, it is a historical fiction again. I just love them. Hansoms were often mentioned as transits used during those times. According to  Mr. Wiki, “The hansom cab is a kind of horse-drawn carriage designed and patented in 1834 by Joseph Hansom, an architect from York.  The cab was introduced to other British Empire cities and to the United States during the late 19th century, being most commonly used in New York City”.

I remember our calesa.  When I was in grade school in our province, the chief means of transport for near destinations was the calesa.  Back then, motorcycles and tricycles were unheard of. Buses were usually for long distance trips. In those days, traffic was also unheard of. People walk mostly to go to the town proper. Even calesa ride was a kind of luxury. Goods in farms were transported by carabao-drawn carts.

A typical horse-drawn calesa at calle Crisologo in Ilocos. Photo culled from the net.

Nowadays, you can only see them plying the streets in Chinatown, the picturesque Intramuros and in Ilocos province. I am not sure about the southern parts of the archipelago if they still use it. Now we have all the modern means of transportation but they also create heavy traffic along the roads. Private cars are no longer a luxury but  are sorely needed if you want to reach your destination early. Public transports are so unreliable at times that you need to wake up early to catch a jeepney, GRAB or a bus to go to work.  Going to one’s office has become a battle you have to encounter every day.

Today, a friend is celebrating her birthday. We have been friends for almost forty five years since I started working as a student librarian at the university where I spent my high school and college years. She replied to my greetings with these lovely words: “Thank you, Arlene😊 You are one of God’s blessings in my life❤️”.  What a lovely way to start the day.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

 

 

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All these years since I started blogging, I’ve written about Dad usually on his death anniversary and his birthday. Mom I think has forgotten that today is Dad’s  97th birthday. She forgets so many things now unless you remind her.

Dad left us one Wednesday night in December 2007. After so many years battling with ESRD (end stage renal disease), I thought we could still spend another Christmas with him despite the hardships we all faced while he had those dialysis sessions twice a week six months before he died.  Until now, sometimes I wonder if dialysis is really helpful . They drain your blood and put it back without all the nutrients it has accumulated the past days. Then another session of taking so many medicines so you could gain your strength before the next scheduled dialysis.  At his age when he died (he was almost 85), those sessions at the dialysis center kept him weak but we had to do the last recourse because we wanted him to still be around with us.

You know that kind of remembrance where you smile at the thought of those long ago days and you’re sad at the same time because you lost a loved one.

My youngest brother made this photo collage last year. When dad died, he collated all the photos in his possession and brought  home the Kodak Easy Share (digital picture frame) that we  shared to family members and friends who came to visit us. Just like me, he is a keeper of memories.

When Multiply closed shop, he copied all the photos I uploaded there and told me that anytime I needed them, he could send them to me.

Wherever you are Dad, happy birthday. I miss you….still!

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Woke up a little late because I went back to bed after Josef left for work at 5 am.  What a cold morning, perfect time to have that green tea while watering and inspecting the plants in the garden.

I harvested dried pods of blue ternatea to give to friends when they come over. The two vines I planted have so many green pods and flowers and they are nice covers from outside. They are happily climbing my steel matting. I have two dried red okra ready for planting. A cousin wants to try planting too. When I posted those pictures of my red okra, a lot of people reacted asking, “is it edible”? Of course, it is. It is just like the green one only in a different color.

Some months ago, I got some dried Zinnia flowers at the park near the house. Just planted them this morning. I do hope, they will thrive.  Jom, our good neighbor gave me three cuttings of African tea and I put them in two empty bottles with water. They are now sprouting leaves.  I’ve tasted a freshly brewed cup before. It tasted great.

 

I wonder where I’m going to plant these once they grow a little sturdy. Lack of space is the problem although these are not bushy plants. They are medicinal too.

And here’s something I love about gardening.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just  the body, but the soul. – Alfred Austin

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