Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Nothing to see here, folks, ’cause I’m busy reading my favorite blogs, so go away, go away.
Oh wait… HAVE A GREAT YEAR! May you have lots to celebrate and an offline life so rich you must make time to go online and tell us about it.
Greetings and goodwill from our corner of the world to yours.
May you have what you truly need.
May this day be filled with hugs, laughter and wonderful surprises.
(Here are more photos of my mother’s garden, along with some choice quotes that I’m sure ring true for everyone.)
There is no such thing as a thanksgiving day in the Philippines. What we have are separate fiestas that celebrate the bountiful harvest and produce of various towns. There’s also Eidul Fitr, a day of thanksgiving for our Muslim countrymen. But no national thanksgiving day.
And that’s too bad because we’d do well to have one. Most of us for most of the year are unforgiving of ourselves and of others, cynical about systems and what-have-yous, and suspicious of our government and that traffic light that turns red every time we’re almost at the intersection. Some even make a daily living out of being snarky (morning AM radio, anyone?). A day to break away from all that will be a blessed relief.
This is why I haven’t posted anything for some time.
That’s me with my
classmates friends from high school and we are all holding copies of our class’s Silver Jubilee Memory Book. Yep, we are 25 years past high school.
Kids who were born the year we graduated are now in their 2nd or 3rd jobs. Madonna is 50 years old. Michael Jackson is dead. There is no going back to the USSR.
I (and Sheila and our friend Kyn) worked on this for months and for no pay. On top of our day jobs. I have gray marshmallows under my eyes. But my childhood fantasy of putting out some sort of publication (however minor, however limited the run and readership) has … *cue the thunder!* … come to pass.
I am more pleased than pleased with the outcome. Happy, happy, happy. (Sorry, Ma, I know it’s the Holy Week but I can’t help it.)
So in less than a week I’ll be seeing everyone again.
Eeek, my hair!
We’re celebrating Christmas in our new home. My parents, my sisters and brother and their families are here with us. This is what it’s all about.