This is so true, septic tanks, cars and dongles and birthdays this month of July, and here it is the last week of the month and so far nothing has happened. That’s right not a dang thing has reared up to bite me. I find myself rambling through the house waiting for the hammer to fall.
Still it’s Wala, zip, zilch nada and nothing has transpired that would be note worthy to write about. Oh come on Paul, it can’t be that dull, or can it? You would think I’d be happy that nothing has gone wrong, that no calamity has struck and I don’t have to outlay vast amounts of money to solve any problems. But it’s just not normal, fate is lurking, just waiting to jump out at me and holler “Gotcha.”
We’ve had three brownouts this week, and the generator started first time every time, I know I should be pleased but for some odd, twisted and convoluted reason I’m not. The gods are playing with me, lulling me into a false sense of security, and then they’ll unload on me with their entire wrath. But again its zilch, they’re leaving me alone, and causing me to poke buttons on my keyboard to fill these pages with dribble,
Okay you should stop reading right now and move on to Dave Starr Paul Keating, or Sugar or any other LiP writer who will at least inform you with some subject that is worth your time reading. Bob Martin, you can jump in at anytime and salvage this missive and inject something worthwhile into this looming disaster.
Well; One thing did come up since my last article, in that my son-in-law Cecil had to leave to go back to work. His time in Alaska last winter taught him a very important lesson. Never go to Alaska in the winter no matter how much they are paying you. So he is on his way to Hawaii to work in the Hotel Industry. Less money, but far better weather and that’s important. He is fortunate as he has family in Honolulu and has a place to live
The plan is to continue to work there save money and then move my daughter Ymir Thea and my grandson Jayden (Little Dude) there in the future. In the meantime they will stay here on the mountain with Lolo and Lola, which pleases us no end.
I could go off on a tirade about how unfair it is that a man must leave his family and country to go off to work and earn a decent wage, but hell that’s what I did, both in the Navy and as a Merchant Seaman. Anyway as you might have noticed I don’t lecture or pontificate about things of that nature, I’ll leave that to others who are wiser and have more knowledge than I.
Surprise, surprise I’ve just had a “Honey-honey” moment I just about to send this off to Bob in the morning (Saturday) when here on Friday something finely happened. My faith in the Philippines hath been restored!
Friday mid-morning Mrs., Thompson (Honey-honey) was upset at her faucet on the kitchen sink. It was constantly dripping, and in the past I’d taken it apart and noted that it was made in China, and made of plastic. Washers, unheard of in the land of America’s loan company. I had no idea how it worked, but then I’ve never claimed to be a plumber. But I do know cheap crap when I see it. So I told her to call “BOY” the skinny plumber guy.
Replacement faucet was the answer and off to the local hardware to buy a new one. I stepped in and said that all they sell are the cheap ones just like the one we have. All heads nodded in agreement. What the answer is; is to go on Subic Free Port and pay top dollar for a stateside set of good quality and solve the problem for once and for all. .
All agreed with me, when “Boy the plumber guy” said that in my man cave there was a very good stateside kitchen faucet set that was just sitting on the sink that we stopped using quite awhile ago. He has spent many a happy hour in my man cave borrowing my tools as he, better than me knows just what is there.
The group shifts to the man cave and there sitting proudly was a set that I had bought in San Diego and shipped it over when we were building the house. Since I had sent a few at the time this one ended up out back. Plus in my Gold Locker I had hundreds of assorted size washers so we” just in case” replaced the old ones and moved inside. Then hooked it up and happiness was the order of the day, as once it was cleaned up it looked brand new. And the cost was PNP 200.00 paid to Boy, the plumber with no crack, for about one hours work. Me I saved about 60 to 70 dollars on buying the new one, plus I actuality had something to write about for Lip. A Win-win for all.
So cancel all my senseless grousing in the first part of this article, for the Philippines has once more came through for me and proven that there are no uneventful weeks here on these Island’s we call home.