It’s just like Mr. Miyagi (Pat Morita) from the Karate Kid movie years ago with his Wax on Wax off, exercise from that movie I’m feeling like the kid waxing the car; only I’m starting the generator over and over again, just about every single day and sometimes twice a day we’ve been experiencing brownouts. When they occur it is always a surprise, and we all know, how I love surprises. As I mentioned last week, my daughter and grandson are living at the house and I’m inclined to fire up the old Honda Generator just for them.
One would think it couldn’t happen, for the power to be going out during the hardest pounding rain, and they’d be wrong. The house will go dark, my computer will shut down and I’ll lose all I was doing, my UPS; well, it blew out last week because of all the outages and surges, and I’m soaking wet from the trip to the backyard, each time the power goes off and comes back on. I wonder if I could teach Coco the Flying Labrador to do that? We’ve also as an added benefit, ran through all our spare florescent bulbs that tend to blow each the time the world goes dark.
If it was just Mayang and I at the house, we’d just go upstairs and take a nap; we save many liters of gas that way. Plus it’s fun. But the baby is getting used to daytime/nighttime and we certainly we don’t want to confuse him, or he’ll keep us up all night, because we upset his internal clock.
My friends have told me that in 2012 the need for generators has passed, and they are so right, (“chuckle laugh, and chortle”). So during brownouts I call them and asked what they’re doing. I get a lot of hang ups or outright cursing directed towards me. For the life of me I can’t understand the why of it.
I’ve told this story in the past, but for our new readers I’ll tell it again. We had just built our house, and I was going back to sea. I gave my wife one thousand dollars extra and asked her to buy a generator and have it hardwired into our house’s electrical system. I’m gone a month and during a phone call from Japan or Guam I asked how life was going. Whereas she started telling me a tale about the typhoon that hit a week before and knocked out the power for 8 days, Honey all the foods was spoiling in the ref and freezer and it all had to be cooked and or thrown away. I asked if there was a problem with the newly installed generator, when the line went silent. Then a very quiet voice told me that she had a dining room set made at the woodworkers shop, and had used the generator money.
I know she was waiting for some harsh words from me, but then that’s not who I am, I was smiling when I told her that when I got home I would take care of getting us a generator, and in the meantime during the next brownout she could just plug everything into the dining room table. For years afterward if anyone complemented on her dining set I just said; “Oh, the generator, you mean?” then tell the story. Mayang has since informed me that it was just not very funny, and I should stop. Spitting into the wind, as I’ve said is something I just don’t do (She doesn’t read LiP) so I stopped.
Last Friday night I went to sleep lulled by a pounding rain, at 02:30 Saturday morning I awoke I thought to thunder, of which there was plenty. But it was the noise between the thunder and rain that woke me. It was my neighbor pounding on his gate with a rock and trying to out yell the thunder, requesting his wife to let him in. It turned out that he had earlier on Friday taken some of the rice money and went out with the boys for cocktails and karaoke, and it seems that our local Karaoke Lounge also employs Hoochie Mama’s for your dining and dancing entertainment. Upon returning home during a torrent of rain, over served, and broke. He felt the need for a dry place to sleep. His wife was of a different mind, and was of the belief that a fitting punishment would be for him to wake up in a puddle the next morning. Albeit I can see her logic, I must remain on the side of man. When I voiced that to Mayang, I got this strange feeling that I might be spending the rest of my night sleeping in another location. Solidarity with my fellow males soon gave way to self preservation of Paul, as over the years I have grown fond of me. That period of the night having ended with the departure of my neighbor to parts unknown, I raised my fist to the air and mumbled; “I feel your pain, brother!”
Mayang asked; “What did you say?” I with quick thinking pointed out that we were in the middle of an all night brownout Oh thank you PINELCO; for I had just dodged a bullet. At 05:00 I awoke and fired up the Honda, while shouting out to the heavens; “Good Morning Bataan, and let there be light.” (Plus power for my coffee maker)
So for twelve years the old Honda generator has provided needed power to the Thompson household, and has caused the house to fill up in the evening with nieces and nephews who want to watch TV, charge their cell phones or just don’t like sitting in the dark. I can’t say as I blame them.
The downside is that the Man Cave, my Sanctum Sanctorum is out of bounds during generator operation, due to carbon monoxide and it being a hearing hazard area. With everything in life, there’s a trade off.
PS; To those of you that live in the most perfect part of the Philippines, Mindanao, I’ll just add Blah, Blah Blah while singing KUM-BY-YA songs.
Paul Thompson; Resides in the Philippines, close to Subic Bay. He is married to the wonderful girl named Maria (AKA Mayang). Our to daughters are both grown up and have left the nest, the eldest married to a wonderful guy named Chris, and they have blessed us with our granddaughter Heather Colleen (AKA Ling-ling). Our youngest is living in Singapore, enjoying her life's adventure. I'm a retired Senior Chief from the U.S. Navy after 21 years. Post Navy he lived 7 years in Puerto Rico as a Night Club owner. After Hurricane Hugo told him to find a new line of work, he was hired by Military Sealift Command and went back to sea in Asia as a Merchant Seaman for 10 years. Then after 30 years at sea he buried his anchor in the Philippines residing now in Dinalupihan (or DinBat for short), Roosevelt Bataan where he build his home. And last but not least, anything he writes will be pure "Tongue in Cheek" if anybody is offended, He'll lose no sleep over it, but here's a quick Mea Culpa in advance!