Froggy weather
It’s still a rainy day, and I feel so..comfortable. I wonder if this is how frogs in the Brazillian rainforests feel when it’s 6 am and there’ s dew on all the leaves and there’s a slight but constant drizzle. I love this weather, I absolutely thrive on it! My whole existence is focused on enjoying this weather, my entire being awake and happy. The only thing that top this and push me over the edge of bliss is if my husband were here with me and he’d be singing Sandara Park’s "Walang sabit." Hahahaha!
I feel sane for a change. Stark, raving calm. And happy.
It’s Saturday, and I don’t have to go the office and go through the stomach-churning process of monitoring political developments (am a sure-fire candidate for ulcers, heck). It’s my day off and I intend to enjoy it! I’ve grown more mature now, and I don’t feel as guilty as I used to when I was younger whenever i took a break.
I can watch DVDs, eat everything in the fridge, read the new Cathy and Doonesbury books my sister bought, paint, blog, gossip with Nova, argue with Edre (who tells me I have to throw a party for him if he gets arrested because the JASIG has been lifted. jerk), clean the house (but there’s no removing all the dog hair. It’s everywhere), cook pesto and wait for my husband to finish his physics research group meet so I can hear him deny that he misses me and say that he’s so relieved that he’s a thousand miles from me and multiplying trinomials or computing arcs or whatever headachy things he does for fun.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy.
Ka Bel has taken to cultivating aloe vera plants.He says it’s calming. Of course he gets dirt under his fingernails and sometimes when he gets to the office we tease him about it (we tell him to wash the dishrags in the bathroom and scrub the sink so the soap will eat away at the dirt that refuses to budge from under his nails).
What i really want to get Ka Bel to do would be to go up to Baguio or La Union. He hasn’t fully recovered from his baby stroke, but he’s so FREAKING STUBBORN that he insisted to return immediately back to work.We had to beg the doctors to threaten him and to issue an ultimatum that if he doesn’t get at least 7 hours of sleep every night, he’s gonna drop dead, no more debates.
I don’t think the threats are working. But Ka Bel is at least being less…assertive about where he wants to go, what he wants to do, and most importantly what he wants to EAT.
Hmm. Parang nawala ang calm ko just writing about this. Kasi it’s
not an easy job, being the boss of Ka Bel (hahaha.) He’s so stubborn!!! And we love him so much we’re practically a fan club.
So where is this entry going? Nowhere. I was thinking I’d write a review of Peter Carey’s Illywacker, but I need to finish it first. (read Peter Carey. Highly recommended author. )
Oh well. Am off to enjoy the froggy weather!
