I was minding my own business loading books onto my R2D2 Android thingy when my grandson Jayden comes flying up the hall in his speed walker, hands are waving little feet are pumping and noise is coming out of his mouth a mile a minute. I had no idea what was happening, but I remembered when on TV in the 50’s Lassie came running and barking at Timmy’s back door, wise people would pay attention.
So I got up and followed the little man to the living room and I saw my Son-in-law Chris’s Innova parked out front. Every door was open and people were exiting from each of them. I glance down to the Little Dude, and commented to him; “I think you’re going to be hugged a lot.” The look his face was telling me he was confused, I smiled and welcomed him into the Brotherhood of Man.
It’s a Thursday afternoon, why today are we being invaded by all these peoples? Through the door comes our daughter YoHanna May, my granddaughter Colleen, her cousin Bebe and of course some lady I have no idea who she is, but I know I should!
With Jayden and myself, are also Mayang, our daughter Ymir Thea Mayang’s twin Clara and Ate Nene (Susan, Mayang’s sister visiting from Holland. Everyone but my grandson and I seem to know what is going on, albeit Chris has a perplexed look on his face. It’s Marivel who is a batch mate from school with our girls (and Susan).
Who it seems, had spent many hours and days at our house in Beautiful Downtown Olongapo City, low those many years ago “Daddy, you remember Marivel don’t you?” I was asked by my daughter. I nod in the affirmative and smile. What else could I have done? Better yet, what would you “the reader” have done in my situation? I’ll blame my poor memory on the front patio and copious amounts of ice cold SMB’s.
Anyway, Marivel was home from Saudi Arabia where she owns a Beauty Parlor. So my odd brain kicks in and I asked if her specialty was eyes? I’m of course thinking about the Burka that is worn there, where only the eyes show. I’m thinking what would be the point of getting their hair and make-up done when only the eyes show. Now my son-in-law Chris understood the joke, and the “Little Dude” he laughs at anything I say (bless him) but the gang of ladies, not so much.
So Chris quickly moves toward the TV, the little dude “Jay-man” fires up his speed walker (The Scooter Pooper) and beats a hasty retreat down the hall again. All eyes turn to him and his antics and off of me and my lame joke. I wondered; “Did the boy do that to save his Lolo?” (Again, bless him)
I now remember Marivel from her school days, albeit I was still working on the ships and was gone a lot. But given time it all comes back to me, sometimes!
Now to that smell, please cook up those little dried dead fish in my kitchen, eat durian beside me, and spill fish sauce on my cheeseburger as nothing could smell as bad as hair products generously applied to long flowing hair and plastic bags on their heads to intensify the aromatic experience. Not one but five of the ladies had the full hair treatment. Only two ladies gave it a pass.
Grandson and son-in-law; I love you both, but in situations like this it’s every man for himself. (I’ll explain)
During a Coast Guard sponsored abandon ship drill, on one merchant ship I was on, I was heading up and forward on the starboard side to my life raft station. Being a crusty old retired Navy Senior Chief this is something I could do in my sleep, (BTW I have) when a young USCG Petty Officer stopped me and asked me if I knew where I was going. Fully understanding he was just performing his duty I said; “Yes shipmate, I do.” Not leaving well enough alone he further asked which life raft was mine and I told him number “42” and then he said; “Which one is that?” I smiled and looked to his Chief standing by and replied; “Son, it will be the first life raft that hits the water, as far as I’m concerned each and everyone is number “42”! The USCG Chief gave me a knowing smile and moved the young Petty Office out of the way. I gave the Chief a mental salute and completed my mission.
That’s when our house turned into a Beauty Parlor, I grabbed my android electronically charged large font book reader, and tip-toed to my hidey hole upstairs away from the fray! At 22:00 hours I crept downstairs and the house was relativity empty, the Innova had departed, Ate Nene and Clara went home. Jayden was asleep in his stroller and my wife and daughter (Ymir Thea) still had plastic bags on their heads. All is normal again, I’m going to sleep until the next invasion come along.