Gone With the Wind and Other Stories

First things first, I wish to thank Blogger for this wonderful chance and space they allowed me to have so I can post my very own blog. Blogger, you're a star, thanky!

Yesterday was Saturday again and it seems whenever my daughter and I arrange to meet so we can go to Precepts together, something happens. We agreed to meet this time at Chowking Taft corner Edsa. I arrived at Chowking ahead of her and knowing my daughter, I braced myself to waiting forever. We are supposed to see each other at one pm but at quarter past one she sent me a text message informing me that she has just left home! Home is an hour bus ride to Taft! Thirty minutes later she sent a text message again saying " Me, yung 100 ko tinangay ng hangin. Wek! Transalated it meant "Mum, my 100 peso bill was blown by the wind. Whek!" She was riding a bus coursing thru the coastal road where strong wind blows. While pulling a 20 peso bill from her wallet, a 100 bill went with it and flew with the wind. I hope the 100 bill landed on one of the bamboo houses standing on stilts at the side of the bay where mussels gatherers live. I hope a little boy will find it then he will look to heaven to thank God. By the way three mussels gatherers are only able to gather 100 pesos worth of mussels in one day. Sad.

Anyways I told my daughter I will replace the lost money just kndly please hurry up. After one and a half hours of waiting (there was heavy traffic she texted again) my daughter arrived. We arrived at Precepts just when the session was almost finished. After downing the coffee they served the session ended. Ugh!

Daughter had to go to Psalm house in Kamuning and I have to go back to Imus (the native land of Ping and Bong). On the bus home I happened to sit between two coughing men! At least the old man at my left seemed to know that coughing in public places is shameful and stopped after just a few coughs. But the younger man on my right coughed with gusto. And I can't even understand why he can't sit still in his seat. When he's not coughing he's blowing his nose, when he's not blowing his nose he's sending text messages from his mobile phone, or fidgeting with his earplugs with the cords dangling all over in front of him even getting tangled with the strap of his backpack and his face towel full of cough and pleghm. For a moment he sat up straight to read Abante Tonite. Hmm. I sat up straight myself and tried to stay alert and awake. Thankfully, at the next bus stop the coughing man called "Para!" God bless him.Today I'm feeling the beginning of colds in my throat. I will eat more pomelos and drink plenty of water and I will bless myself also.