I know it’s a trick question or at least an oxymoron to include time and the Republic of the Philippines within the same sentence. For the most part time is your friend here in the Philippines as it passes at your speed and no one else’s. And the funny part about time here is, if you do show up on time for an appointment, nobody will be there to see it.
My career in the Navy was ruled by time; it was so strict that a Quartermaster (Navigation kinda’ guy) would walk around the ship once a day and set the chronometers so we were all synchronized and marching in step. We also used a 24 hour clock so that 6pm was now 1800 hours. If that wasn’t enough during the day watches, they rang bells to further let you know what time it was. (BTW 7 bells in the morning was lunch time 7 bells in the afternoon was knock off ship’s work)
My break with time started in Puerto Rico, who like the Philippines find time a boring concept that interferes with a happy state of living. I’ve learned to agree. I found that the Spanish word for tomorrow is manana (Sorry my keyboard doesn’t have the do-dad to put over the “N” in manana) Then I found the true definition of the word “MANANA is simply “NOT TODAY” So Puerto Rico aided me in the time adjustment to living in the Philippines
Upon retirement from sailing I arrived home and removed my Swiss made RADO watch and handed it to my Father-in-law who had always admired it. Mt first retirement in Puerto Rico I gave my Swiss made Rolex watch to my Father. (Little did I know about Hurricane Hugo seven years later?)
So it’s about “time” I got to the point about this article. A week or so ago I received an e-mail from a LiP reader named Billy Smythe asking if I’d join him and his lady at Texas Joe’s for lunch and a few adult beverages on Friday 5 April 2013. I of course responded in the affirmative as you don’t have to twist my arm to meet a LiP reader and then throw in good food and need I say it; “SMB’s? I’m as happy as that New England Clam I told you about a while back. (Is that another reference to time?)
Oh I’m not done yet, Thursday morning I’m sitting away at my “Puter” when I glance down to the right hand corner and noticed that it’s not Thursday morning but Friday morning, the same day in fact that I’m to meet Billy Smythe for lunch, it’s also the day I write my weekly missive to my “Fearless Leader Mindanao Bob” and I had not put any thought into this week’s subject, as I normally get an inspiration on Friday mornings And now it is Friday morning a day early, do to my poor timekeeping practices. But I was quickly inspired to write.
But it’s not quite that simple, I had planned on telling Mayang about our lunch plans 24 hours ago, but didn’t as to my mix up of days. Also my friend Loren Pogue and his bride that I was going to invite to join us yesterday will now be a last minute deal, which is a tad rude of me, but I think he’ll understand. We’ll see!
So there you have it, time and the tide waits for no man, except if you live here in the Philippines. Am I panicked? Not so much, I’ll get to meet Billy and his wife, I’ll find out if Loren will be able to join us. I will catch some major-major hands on the hip, right foot tapping from my darling wife, but time (There it is again) will heal all, and I take some pictures to prove that I survived the day.
Okay high noon at Texas Joe’s, Billy and Loren were there and I was there, of course our three ladies were there, but my camera was home on the counter, so no pictures from me this “TIME.”