The typhoon season is fast approaching my little patch of the world, and getting prepared is part of the yearly drill. Last month the roof was made ready by waterproofing and painting, everything was removed from the roof patio and stowed away until November.
But as usual the two remaining Mango Trees in my neighbor’s yard are posing another threat to the safety of “Casa Mayang”. I wrote a while back about chopping the other two tree’s down without permission. And my encounter with the faux land owner. (I was going to reference the article but couldn’t find it, that’s a hint Mr. Sir BOB Martin! lol)
But later I did meet the real owner and broke bread; well actually it was beer, with him. So Mayang phoned him and asked permission to trim both trees that were close to our house and of course at no monetary cost to him.
He recommended his caretaker to be the one to be the one to trim the trees. I had no problem with that but I did withhold some secret knowledge from the owner. The caretaker cooks with firewood not gas. He loves to trim trees and now he is being paid to do it, for him it is a total win-win.
The caretaker who is named April by the way, and once more, let me say I was not the one to name this man. Plus his two teenage sons who are for some reason not named May and June but they aided their father in the tree trimming.
An hour or two later my suspicions about the firewood were proved true, both trees were missing and being cut into smaller pieces if I understood how to measure cords of wood I would tell you the approximate amount they got. But alas I’m a city boy, and lack the required knowledge in that area. But gone they are and never to be a mango tree again and will never cause anxiety to my darling wife again. She does worry about such matters.
Last week we fell under the spell of a low pressure system that has sat over our house depositing copious amounts of rain upon our freshly caulked and painted roof, after the painting I never bothered to move anything back up there as I’d prefer to not have anything that will float or fly up there for the next few months. I’ll hang around the Mancave in back. BTW The roof didn’t leak.
Now she has turned her ire to our mango tree in the front yard which has been trimmed so often it stopped producing any note worthy quantities of mangos, and which has the added blessing of stopping kids from wildly throwing rocks at the tree and my house trying to knock the mangos down. Unto all things there is a plus side. Also, it will never be my tree that knocks down the electrical wires on the pole passing in the front of our land.
So I say to the Big Bad Wolf “You may huff and puff and try to blow our house down”, as Mayang now has an impenetrable incursion zone surrounding her house. Where she’ll be mounting the water cooled 50 caliber machine gun, I just don’t know.
I’ve done my part, by having my Honda generator serviced and taking on the stowage of extra fuel and removing my wife’s lawn gnomes to my Mancave, which BTW is might bit creepy when you are sitting there a tad over served.
During the rain I mentioned the other day, we were in a brownout situation, I was on the roof during a lull in the rain and witnessed a unusual sight, a group of my neighbors were running in circles with their hands wildly gesturing in the air and the shrill sound of AYE, AYE, AYE being uttered to all who would listen. The pole the house up was on fire; well actually it was 6 of the 15 electric meters on the pole that were burning, causing vast amounts of smoke. And out of the haze I spy Hector dashing forward with a bucket of water. Harkening back to my yearly shipboard firefighting training I knew that water and a class “C” (Electoral) fire didn’t mix.
I saw right there by the pole a pile of damp construction sand, and shouted for hector to stop, he did and I yelled down; “Hector, dry sand.” He tossed out the water and started digging and two tosses of the sand put the fire out.
It seems there was huge serge when they turned the power back on, but do to the noise and pandemonium I remembered that my generator was running and my breaker was still off. Lucky me! Oh and Hector is now regaled as a local hero for his fast thinking and daring action, and thankfully by not throwing the water, he’ll live to enjoy his new found notoriety.
Oh Hector knows and I know, and that’s good enough for all.
Last year we were hit with the fringes of quite a few typhoons but have had no direct hits in Mr. Paul’s neighborhood since 1995 or was it 1996.. But all that tells me is; “Do not depend on the past to predict the future or Al let Gore either.”
To all my fellow friends scattered around the Philippines I hope we all have a very safe and uneventful typhoon season. But no matter what, please be prepared with all that you need to keep you and your family safe. A little stock pile of beer won’t be a bad thing either.
While typing this it is raining outside, I have two twelve inch square drain systems to dump rain water away from the house and off our land. But the down side is the huge toads that crawl into them, and then call to each other incessantly until they find their way out. It reminds me of sailing into San Francisco in the mist and hearing the fog horns blowing, “Into the Mystic”