Those young whippersnappers show no respect for old age, wisdom and treachery. A prime example is after I returned home from my fun trip to hospital, we (the whole family) were sitting in the front yard talking about how damn hot the weather was. So hot that it was a chore for me to even leave the house because I tired quickly. It was so hot that we watched the dog chase the cat and both were walking, you could cook rice by setting the pot on your sidewalk now do you believe it was hot?
I said; “Well, youngsters next week the rainy season starts and it will cool off considerably!” Pendo (my son-in-law Chris) who runs his family 10 hectare farm in Subic valley corrected me and explained that not until June would the rain start. So on 15 May when the sky opened and dropped tons of cool fresh water on our mountain in Bataan, I snatched my cella smart phone and called Chris who I knew was in Olongapo and asked if he remembered to bring his umbrella? He laughed and said; you were right Daddy Paul!!!”
The City (Dinalupihan) was rationing water and only sending it to us every three days, but because I kept my water tanks when we made the switch from the deep well to the city water we have water stored for days at a time. So we were fine and never ran out of water. But the new arrivals to the purok, who because of the city water never installed a tank when they built their house; they were collecting tubs and pails of water all over their yards and breeding mosquitoes.
The other yearly occurrence I witnessed was everyone in the purok was on their roof after the rain with cinder blocks, old tires, tarps and sand bags doing roof repair. I’ll assume it was too hot in March and April to go up there. Procrastination be thy name for the fellow inhabitants of these Archipelagos, called the Philippines. 17 years and my slab roof still don’t leak, but then I do maintain it every five years with sealer and new roof paint. But I am a little anal that way.
As I type this the sky is thundering and the rain is falling and still many days to go until June. I’ll go downstairs and mention that it’s raining, just to be an asshole!
Saturday the 21st our granddaughter was the queen of the Mayday Parade where she lives in Subic Valley. A new dress and beauty and hair treatment, of course it rained.
Tomorrow on May 22nd (Sunday) I’ll be going once more to Texas Joe’s on Subic to have lunch with Steve and Jeff, and their beautiful ladies and a pleasant afternoon with good company. They are a few of the fine folks I’ve met during my time writing for LiP.
It could rain today, but over the years Texas Joe’s roof has been certified as non-leaking by me and countless friends over the years so let it pour.
As I re-read this I noticed that the writing is a tad disjointed, so my question is;” Do you think this is caused by my malady or did I always write this way?” I now must proof read as I noticed last week I leave key words out and then even I can’t understand what I was trying to say. My doctor nods and says; “Paul, that’s to be expected during recovery.” I nod and think; yeah, did someone relocate your asshole recently?” Or is this but another prime example that no one will ever; “Listen to the Old Kano!”