Showing posts with label growing old in frogglerocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing old in frogglerocks. Show all posts

Monday, March 17, 2014

I thought

the babies will now be Ate and Kuya

It has been years it seems.
Now that I visit, it feels like I am a stranger discovering things on pages that I wrote.

So many things have happened.
I thought they were the same story repeatedly happening to me.

There were no words for a long time.
I thought I was a wretch and my days were extraordinarily ordinary.

What was I up to?
I thought I was not doing anything because I was working.
Picking my nose and the pieces of my life peppered with many beginnings.

I thought I did not know how to write all these
because there was nothing to write.
but as I tried to grasp in words the moments that fleeted by

I thought that I have to write again.

To write about my abundant blessings is making me fizzy inside.
Here's why.




the babies are growing.  they are incessantly talking and learning.
the toddlers are tall and fat and they are very funny and very sensitive.
there are new additions to the brood.  a baby girl waiting to be born anytime.
and another on the way in October!



So much to write about I realize now, while Kiera is teaching Golda how to keep vigil at night.


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Immahhh!

Sunday.
breakfast.
little voice calling me.

it's breezy
in my room.

the bed
undone.

yoga
in a little while.















Monday, January 7, 2013

Tropical Winter

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a cascade of Congea

The congea is just beginning to turn pink.  It provides a spectacular mantle on my wall, a surreal moment of heaven on earth.  I thought that the likes of Balenciaga and Lanvin would be inspired to create a similar experience in their haute couture or perfumery called florabotanica.







As the temperature changes from cold to warm, the flowers of the congea turns darker and brighter.  It makes all the passers-by gape with awe. It signals the end of the cold season and the beginning of summer.  And yet, the flowers will dry (not wilt) to a beautiful golden mauve just before when the days become longer than the evenings.


woven around the angel wings in dry arrangement

The bloom coincides with the mating season of owls in the area.  I heard a different pitched call from the tree where Kulas, our eagle-owl resides.  She has found a new admirer.  They duet at night.  It is a welcome call to come out and enjoy the enthralling multitude of stars and other visible heavenly bodies.

I realized that I have planted annuals that bloom from November to February.  This is the most festive season in my garden.  And just before the sweltering heat sizzles, I plan to soak in this marvelous time of the year.

School is almost over before the last of the congea blooms stain the grounds.

Looking forward.

Ta-ta!


Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Ending: Shades of RED



Warning!  Warning to myself:   This blog could turn out to be in the league of E.L. James' 50 Shades of Grey except that I can only write about the beginning and the ending.  I will try to be minimal to be less profane and vulgar.

Shades of Red: a continuation of The Help

Sultry red:
Great body I suppose.  Well toned.  Honey skin.  Good-looking.  Petite. 

Brown red:
Masculine energy...

Brass red:
She does escrima when she sautees.  Would shock you with a recount of her state of bowel distress and discomfort right after you swallow the last scoop of dinner.  Her shock treatment ensures that she gets the attention she wants.  She was all over, groping us, bumping us.  The room was very crowded with just the two of you.

Rose red: 
Heavenly laundered clothes and sheets.  "No Downey"  I said.  She gets it.  I can wear my shirt for days and would smell as sweet as the first moment I put it on - chocolate with cream and vanilla dipped in Sakura bloom tea, for days...

La Loba:  Blood RED
Something unsettling and wild... raw sensuality, virile and steamy- while she launders our clothes or while she works downstairs saddled on the wide and deep sink or hanging our wet clothes, cleaning our windows or bringing fresh laundry to our room, her motto: "Be prepared".  She has a minimalist philosophy when working downstairs -  Her fashion is Winnie the Pooh:  with only a shirt and a short yellow one to be exact, while she hangs our clothes to dry,  Tarzan while she launders and a werewolf at different times of the day.  She transforms from red to skin.  She saw two full moons in Frogglerocks and all throughout these cycles, chaos reigned amongst the helps.  She was the most controversial, graphic and sensational creature who bathed and prowled beside the Tungtong River.    

Someone sits by the Frogglerocks bridge to nap, drink coffee or contemplate.  A shadow of a wet, half naked woman struts... waiting for her prey.  The prey is shocked and immobilized just like in the wilds.  Sugar level goes up in disbelief!  

The gardener turns into a figure of stone as her natural beauty was exposed before his eyes.  Poor one for he is so good, pure and gentle!  (NOTE:  this is only one of a number of possible scenarios)

Ana's Nightmare
A MMS was sent.  A few photos ala Playboy greeted Mister S a very Merry Christmas!  (La Loba's phone photos were actually for show to anyone she wished to flaunt her beauty to.)

Ending 

Goodbye La Loba.  Peace and quiet restored.  The night before I sent her home, she was beside a man in my kitchen.  As I entered, there was no one else excep La Loba.  "Good evening Ma'am!" she said alone.  I swear I saw!

Epilogue
I have been under the weather before she came.  My sore throat week after week was depressing.  I am in great health now.

I called a friend who's been in the dumps lately and for the first time in months, I made her very happy with my scary Christmas true story. 

An old friend came.  She did me wrong before.  She was uncomfortable at first.  I gave her a dose of La Loba story to put her at ease.

Indeed it was a great and effective antidote to depression.


HAVE A MERRY AND SAFE CHRISTMAS NENETTE AND FRIENDS!!!







Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Help!



I just reminded a new maid something that is quite strange and very queer:

"you may not greet us at all times of the day" I said.

Is this irritation  part of growing old? 

She greets us "GOOD MORNING SIR/ MAM!" and that starts off our day jumpy and out of sorts as we move to the next moment of the day when she greets us another resounding GOOD MORNING MAM/SIR when we bump into her after a few steps.  And she would demand a full attention and contact as she tries to search your face to catch your eyes. 

Isn't she the happiest lark in town?  The day is further punctuated with a noon, afternoon and evening greetings and not to mention the ones in between if you happen to be around.

 She is 51, in great shape and quite handsome for a woman her age. 

She loves to hang onto the grills of the full length windows holding on to a bar or whatever slot she can hang on to with one hand, while she washes the windows with the other one like a monkey wearing red.  Except that she is also doing a Hathaway purposefully.  This she does without paying attention to her chore and while she seeks our gaze in case it meets hers.  This is now what I call a regular window show  that she happens to do during mealtime, when everyone is just hanging around in the living room or while relaxing on the bridge. 

"you may not clean the windows.  Ramil does that once a month" I said.

She sweeps while we are eating if she is not fixing my spoon and fork each time I put them down or spot checks the glasses while we are about to bring them up to our lips!

"Thank you. You may leave us while eating.  We can do this by ourselves" I said.

While in the middle of a delicate and heated meeting with my Admin team, where minds and perceptions clashed and while I was obviously not pleased, she came smiling and said, " KAKAIN NA MAM!" very coquettishly.

I almost had her for lunch and I wanted to eat her alive but only managed to say this very, very angrily, "do not do that again while we are having a meeting!!!!!!!"

A RIFA Christmas Party was held in our place the other day.  Macho Coaches and Sports Directors from Metro Manila schools came.  Some with arthritis and gout.  Others with diabetes, heart condition, high blood pressure and alzheimers.  Athletes of long gone era, EAThletes now.

Before that I gave her a brief orientation.

"Just greet once.  Not loud.  Stay out of their way.  We are not in an entertainment business.  You are not a hospitality girl.  Your work is before and after the party" I said.

(When I first met her, without asking, she told me:  "hindi ako mahilig Mam."  I am not really sure what she meant by that.)

She did alright with the greeting.  Managed to bat eyelashes as she moved around, asked a guest who just arrived what she will do with a tray of glasses (with a hi-hi-hi sir) she was carrying, just to break the ice.  She wore perfume!!

Did partly as told, she was busy after lunch was served.  She stayed in the garden where the buffet table was and ate while the coaches resumed their working Christmas party.

She ate
    and ate
        and ate
           and ate
              and ate
                 and ate
                   and ate
                      and ate as the December breeze blew her hair while she struck a pose.

Everyone who came to help were watching her from the kitchen in her moment of abandon and pure delight.  I watched her from the kitchen too.

I did not say anything.

to be continued




Thursday, November 22, 2012

STAY AWAY FROM ORANGE NAIL POLISH




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 wow this is of a little more than a little concern now.  cough and sore throat every now and then?  chronic!
cannot tinapang bangus- it starts the "ehehemmm"!
cannot kasuy without triggering the rebellious throat!
no cold drinks said Dr. Ruth! ice cream or anything frozen!  But what about the durian gift from Anne?  I froze it and it is calling me - "Emma, I am cold!  Make me warm in your tummy!"

Darn! double darn!

cannot dark chocolate with almonds!  that's what my logical mind says.  logical?  what's left brained about eating anyway?  analysis of ingredients?

there you go.  one bar.  got it over with.  quickly.
cough like fireworks

AHEHEHEMMMMMM!!  UBO UBO UBO ubo ubo through the night!  Paaakk! booomm!
gargle grrlllgg grrrllllgg  (Jacob:  Ima, you won't transfer your germs to me, right?)




Every morning is a rebirth.  It is the start of a new beginning.  The new day brings new hopes and aspirations and more resolutions.


a new living room look
today.

today at thanksgiving by the americans,  a loving sis in law promised the darkest indulgence if I go to the family dinner.  She texted: "Me bring your dark c tonight.  c u"

 :}   :D   >:l   :p   :8     ;/   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * >: s    :y   ###@@@@@**!!!??
                                                                          
me:  u going?
me:  nah!
me:  what about family bonding?
me:  yah!
me:  i don't have to succumb, right?
me:  nyah!
me:  your sis in law in sabotaging you.  she does not really like you eh?
me:  well..
me:  dark?  hmmmm.  am not going there for dat!
me:  sure.




my condition is brought about by other conditions.  namely

unspokenwords
climate change
overpopulation
pollution
child abuse
leaking faucets
acid rain
jammed doors (this is sweet)
dry hair
and
orange nailpolish.

         

hey! are you going for the black gold later?



i want to tell you that there's a new nest in the bottlebrush bush.
































hey! are you going for the black gold later?

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Pay it Forward

Gratitude is a reflection of a benevolent soul.  It is different from "utang na loob" where in extreme practice, is like selling your soul for the price of a favor given, asked or not.

Gratitude is returning kindness and paving the route for kindness to benefit others.  It has a big memory disk.  It does not easily forget.  And in answer to my daughter's question although I am not asked, yes, it does have a holy thread that pulls circumstances and people together binding them to an act of love.

Gratitude will not make us forget that yes, someone washed our muddy feet before.  Someone took care of our jeepney fare when we needed it.  A friend stayed while the others left when we reeked of horse manure and rotten cabbage.  Someone who loves us definitely gave us something we needed or didn't need.

And we remain grateful to those who may no longer hold the power to lift us because we have grown heavier and fuller.  Grateful to those who now could make us angry or hurt because we always remember the good in spite of the bad.

Today I pray for a heart that is grateful and gracious.  I pray to be always grateful to my sister who in spite of our different lifestyles have nurtured me and influenced me more than our own parents.

To Ate, you'd be proud I work hard and I love beauty the way you do!  You should be proud of me. Belated happy birthday.


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

What have I been doing lately?

Throat is bad week after week, so I am staying out of the school where my main occupation is to talk.

Talk to students.
Talk to teachers.
Talk to grandmothers.
Talk to parents.
Talk to myself...

Now I am basically on a retreat.
Yogames :)
And still am talking some more-
in the kitchen
with Marie's cook.
Everywhere I can, to Ziva's Yaya
And to the cleaning lady.

On the phone terrorizing the Un terrorized about purchases I never made and so...

Should I go back to work?



Here I am doing the most quiet preoccupations: Writing. And praying
my supplications and adoration to the Almighty
God
Jesus
Allah
Yahweh
And my feminine devotion to The Mother. Praying for
obedience
humility
grace
patience
compassion
virtue...
virginal purity?!#%*•

Very much like praying is snipping pretty little girls' locks

And signing checks
For library purchases
Teachers' uniforms
Utility bills
Pag-Ibig, SSS, and would you believe,
Tons of ink!

Life is good without having to talk and  read a mother's young life that is very, very sadly but bravely ending.

meanwhile, I am wearing red lipstick called Rouge Allure, had a haircut and my crowning glory's got the glow! All these did not cost me my voice but

now you know why I cannot buy my promo ticket to Cagayan de Oro.



red means st_p
my amazing pest_
stumbled up_n
sunlight
sad and brave
drink sunshine
i h_pe I d_n't need that kind _f medicine
first haircut by me
best with sunlight

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

For Not Over 5

somethings I have to live with:
My fats that love me unconditionally
My crazy addiction to things that are handmade and are perfect with imperfection
dreams that will not go away
in the same manner that I have to live with...
who I am!

somethings I don't have to live with but would like to live with forever:
guilt over eating a pound of strawberry short cake giving me a glow that only great desserts can!
believing that I am on a vacation and transported to a trance-like state as I use up precious minutes that turn to hours until midnight...
trying to save the world and earn millions of cyber coins in a game of blitz and an alligator needing water for his bath, some creatures needing rescue from fire and some dirt hero gobbling up pollution!
not to mention real life rescues that without them, I will be obsessing over grime and fiingerprints.

things I will not have to endure but would love to because there is no because:
farts- small ones, musical ones, odorous in different levels:  milky, sour, nitrogenous...
not mine or from anyone above 5- where only Jacob, Jose, Justo, Sofia and Ziva qualify!
sneezes  like showers of stars and drizzles of innocence, I don't mind wiping little noses afterwards...
mess and happy traces that a meal took place
wet bed and blankets
pillows drooled overnight
thoughts and ideas i cannot believe my ears
and the kisses with bite, fish and egg kisses with lips puckered or a toothy hard kiss, soft ones and wet too.
and fights...
ALL and more from them
Not over 5!













Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Ors

There are many "ors" in life.  In fact it is a good thing that we don't only have "ands".
"To be or not to be" is one famous line of choice.
Mommy or Daddy would be a very common choice a child has to be faced with in a custody battle.

There are happy "ors" too.
Coffee or tea?
Eat or sleep?
France or Italy?

However, in Frogglerocks, there is this choice my grandchildren will not have to make:
Ima or Ors?
Ima is famous for her stories while Ors is The toy provider.
Ors will carry four little ones like an asparagus bunch.
Ima will introduce them to her I-Pad games!
Ors is in demand because he will do anything for his grandchildren!
Ors worked hard to be in demand... he lives to love them all!
He is one and only and he gets the embraces, kisses, smiles, coos, drools and many more.
There is just one "Ors" in Frogglerocks!
No contest!



Ors is a happy man.  His life is complete!
Amen!


Thursday, May 24, 2012

the first 10 minutes

eyes newly opened
my name being called
a request and some questions
roosters crowing
first ray of sunlight
pitter patter of little feet
cheek to cheek with Jacob
Jose smiling...
Justo with Ana
thoughts drifting to Sophia and Ziva
sunlight in 8 Mile
hedcen...