Ah yes. It’s another Wednesday and the third of the month of May. I thought there would not be any nice weather but some fluffy white clouds came out and so did the sun. There seems to be a white mistiness hovering in the air against the green hills in recent days.
There was a trail cloud nearby and I took a couple of pictures. Now that I have access to a faster connection I will be able to upload as many beautiful pictures of the clouds and flowers.
I no longer have to be the impatient person sitting on a hard back breaking chair. I will convince Brat to give me his old leather chair and possibly reimburse him for a new one instead.
Today I was not in the mood to answer any personal phone call. And why should I? No one calls me on my cell phone anyways! This goes to show that my privacy is important.
I save my brain from too much exposure to the waves emanating from the device and there is a little dot attached to it to reduce whatever could possible burn one’s ear holes.
I did, however, had to return an important phone call and hope everything will be fine for everyone. I love processing paper works. It’s what I do for a living. My purpose is to bring hope.
Little happened at work today with the exception of a top person was publicly humiliated. Some kid actually had the empowerment not to be stepped upon; unlike some people who smelled their way upward. I see two possible reasons why this could happen: quota and improvements.
But I am not an expert and would rather take the backseat and watch the scenery unfold. My suspicion is that they like to work their way from the backdoor or from the bottom up to get to the real target, which could be no other than an important person like a novice writer right now.
I will not speculate the reasons for people being treated as this individual has gone through. All I could share for today is that one’s fall is another’s rise. Paws day is to be recognized as a symbol of strength and devotion. He is stubborn but very patient as his Taurus bull sign dictates.
He was born in a small province called Tuy, Batangas in Philippines. I do not know much about this place but there were lots of sugar canes and the popular fish sauce called Bagoong from Balayan, which is another province nearby.
The stories of his childhood were not many. He did tell of having worms; walking without foot coverings; saving money for the bus; pooping with is next younger brother, Gigolo, underneath the house of his grandbio-units; crying for his mother because of working the fields of his grandbio-units; hearing the bird crying at the birth Gigolo; and being fed rice, soy sauce and coffee as his childhood sustenance.
I know that Paw is a strong person. He does not say much and is always quiet, like me. I believe his rage is well hidden underneath his calm outward appearance of any Taurus sign and is rarely shown unless provoked by his wife or his son. What he does say or at least try to express is very difficult for him because English is not his first language.
His passion is organizing, such as his recyclables and garbage. His hard work on his gardening and his paper works at his favorite wooden desk, which Maw and I bought for him on his birthday years ago, are two other main activities of his. He does get very particular with making sure his tools are well clean and put away properly in their places; just like his paper works.
Sometimes he watches television with the sound turned very softly that I could not hear all that well. That’s not bad for someone older than me. Sports statistics are his forte. He would ramble on about people and other miscellaneous tidbits that would make me lose my train of thoughts. He does remember birthdays and anniversaries too.
Politics is another major influence on him. He did mention that he used to go the City Hall in the Philippines and listen to the people speak of various agendas. Currently, he has to be weaned off of watching too much media driven programs regarding an administration that he totally dislikes.
I know that Paw is devoted to his bio-units. He worked in the Navy and would be out to shore for nine months of the year as he left his bio-units and wife to cry. He would throw up because of motion sickness; get flu from Okinawa, Japan and haul gifts on his back through the same snow to get on the ship for his bio-units and friends.
Paw is a generous guy because he did sponsor his sister to become a nurse, which was and still is a highly regard professions among Filipinos.’ He would sponsor other relatives to live and stay at his house during our growing years. During parties of those relatives, we would be the one to gift the largest amount. He did not forget Brat and me.
Paw is a sentimental guy. Buying a simple birthday card would bring tears to his eyes. Today, I bought a card and found the same one from another year that I forgot to give! Any card that I chose has to mean something to me and the recipient. And he hugged me and said, ‘Thank you.’
There are no days when his daily routine would not be broken. Every morning he eats one orange; one apple; two toast and warmed milk. Every afternoon he exercises. Every evening he eats his banana; sometimes does the dishes and always does the trash. Every night he takes forever in the bathroom. The pattern is very noticeable.
This is the day Paw is born and we celebrated by going out to dinner. All five us (which included Twit) enjoyed our steaks and a desert of chocolate cake drowned in hot fudge and topped with vanilla ice cream. The night out was simple. Paw and I were the quietest; while Maw and Brat were talkative.
I drove the Benz to and from our house because it’s the least I could do to reduce the anxiety of Brat’s already hyperactive mode. Driving at night is not too hard for me but my eyes are getting somewhat weaker and my sense of direction is getting there.
My night is spent uploading the updates and installing other programs into my new faster computer. I’ve moved Brat’s bedroom furniture around again and my computer workstation on one side of the wall closest to the door. I could now rest in my bedroom and work at any time in the other room.
I think I should rest now because this has been another busy day on Paws blessed day of sixty some odd years so far. I know that he will remember that we are still the bio-units he loves and he is proud to have the role of a caring father.
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