The following topics were posted by me over the last few months and this week I’m going to update each one to let you know how it all turned out, as if anyone really cares. But I have to come up with an article once a week and submit it to LiP HQ, so bear or is it bare with me. Okay it is in fact bear with me, according to the interwebby. I’m going to summarize the articles from the oldest to the newest (Posted last week)
Hey pssssssssst yeah you over there….
This was about Cella (Smart) Phone and that I ended up with from Mayang (My bride) her former phone after she got her new one. Me with an internet Wi-Fi capable phone with GPS and all that razz-a-ma-tazz, me the hater of technology and all things confusing. But with the aid of my Niece, granddaughter and my daughter they took the time to guide me through the operation of APP’s and other Wiz-bang stuff. I Paul Thompson now sitting under my tent in the front yard and doing Facebook, E-mails, Google Earth and other fancy stuff (Just like little Jackie Paper). Shocking; I’d dare say. I absolutely like it, but I still won’t sit with friends and play with the phone, for that is nothing but rude, it gets turned off until we are done socializing.
Ever Wonder Where It Goes
This article dealt with trash removal and a new color coding system enacted within my Barangay (Section of town). The truck was supposed to show up on alternating Sundays with the “Loud Lady” preceding its arrival by 30 minutes to give us warning. The truck crapped out and we’ve not seen it in two months. But we still color code before throwing it into the incinerator. We’re just doing our part for Mother Earth.
The Tent Maker
Omar (Tony) returned the tent a week ago, it fit perfect and I could find no problem with it. Well one small problem, the stitching is done with inferior thread and it leaks a tad in the rain. But it was still a bargain and it provides shade from the sun so the front of the house is now used daily and is very enjoyable. We spoke with Omar, and he said that after we take it back down he will strengthen out the problem area (I buy the new thread which is cheaper than duct tape). Okay I expected that to happen .See where a moral dilemma, will come back to bite my buttocks.
A Moral Dilemma
The tent fell under the Moral Dilemma syndrome which I didn’t mention the last time, but do you see how the gods will smite me? Smile, tip your SMB to the heavens and say; “I understand now!” But I did save a lot of Peso’s! Did I learn my lesson? More than likely, not yet.
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Yes the monsoons have started in my neck of the woods, thanks to a fellow LiP writer Mr. Norman Sison, he explained that where he lived in Antipolo his rain was also delayed, but that he was breaking out his set of Palawan Bamboo Rainmaking Sticks, and wouldn’t you know it a few hours later we received our first frog choking gully washing rain here in Bataan too, which BTW was when I discovered that my tent leaked. Do you see the 6 degrees of life coming into play? But thank you Norm, we needed that rain, now can you put away those rainmaking sticks and make it stop? (lol) As they (The two old guys in my purok) always say; “Be careful what you wish for!”
Measure Twice Cut Once
I submitted my article (Named Above) to Fearless Leader Bob at LiP Headquarters on time last Saturday. The Granite workers arrived and preformed the final tweaking, hooking up the water and drains to the sink and polishing the granite to a high luster, removing all the extra stone and cement and sand they had scattered around my car and yard. Plus and not lastly, the boss Jhun collected the back half of his money after an inspection that Mayang and her family crew did a walk through and checked every square meter of the kitchen for defects, I was given the “NOD” allowing me to pay the man. His crew was excellent and the quality of the work is to be praised. My wife doesn’t want to leave the kitchen ever because she is fascinated by the polished Granite. I likes it too, but not to the same level as Mayang.
Well that wraps up March through June, with nothing left to write about, wait I have a birthday next month, and the saga of my augmented teeth is still not over, plus my grandson has moved to Atlantic Beach Florida (Yes my daughter went there too……) I’ve put off my grandsons departure on hold as I must ease into that subject. But the communications are daily and I get to hear him shout I love you Daddy-bow. Hey he named me that. He’s with his mama and papa in the land of the Big PX and that is the way it is suppose to be. But after being with him every day for the last three years, all I can say is;” I sure do miss him.”