From Dawn Till Dusk

[This post is especially for Teacher Julie. Hope your busy schedule would still permit a visit to the fair. It will be worth it, I guarantee you.]

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This year marks an important milestone for the bi-annual trade event (the fair is held every April and October of the year) as it celebrates its 25th anniversary. Continue Reading »

12-13 April 2008 — We slept over my Mom’s place in the province Saturday night. It was a sleepover unplanned because we’re only supposed to fetch Nico who spent almost a week at his Lola Mommy’s. But chitchatting and eating out with family members and playing with the kids went far too long and enjoyable (like there’s no tomorrow) that we decided to stay for the rest of the night.

The following day, my brother invited us to join them in an early morning walk at the dike at Tanay, Rizal. They regularly do the early morning walk at the dike every Sundays with my four-month old niece in tow. It’s been ages since I last saw the dike while Hubby and Nico haven’t been there, so off we went for a leisurely walk.

The dike, except for some little improvements in infrastructure, barely changed. Since I last stepped foot on the place years ago, it still remains to be a favorite venue of families especially those with little kids and babies. It’s a belief by Tanayan folks that early morning breeze and basks of sunlight near the lake are good for babies’ and little kids’ health. My niece was no exception.

The breathtaking view of the lake and the glorious clouds alight in the golden hue of sunrise, little by little, they perked the wee bit sentimental in me to look back and reminisce how life was so simple then. I suddenly remember what Erma Bombeck, a woman journalist whose famous in writing humorous housekeeping columns, said about a family—

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

We were exactly like the quote above years ago, until we have our own families to keep. Sigh. Geez, here I go again, me and my sentimyento de potpot on the joys and pains of living alone. Can’t help but think about it even if it’s a concern resolved for so many years already. You know, a thought that sometimes… I’d just wish my original family is just a door knock away where there’s a Dad to consult with, a Mom to comfort me, or simply have my brothers and sister to hang out with. But reality says it can’t be so. And besides, Hubby and I love the independence that we have.

Okay, end of sentiment. Photos to keep of that impromptu weekend in my hometown Continue Reading »