Home for the Holiday

Mom's roses

Eidl'l Fitr was officially my first holiday!

Yeah. Spent it with the fam and all. I needed the fresh air, because life in La Sugbu is a horrible mix of noxious gases. No one wants to walk anymore, and everyone stays indoors with the a/c on full blast. Cars, trucks and jeepneys give off smoke emissions so black, it's like trying to inhale while standing in front of a factory pipe going full blast. Change your oil, you fucking cheapskates! Ugh already. To top it all off, everyone here smokes. Six year old kids in the corner with no pants are smoking. Disgusting old men smoke. Carpenters smoke. Call center agents smoke. I don't understand it. We're teetering on the brink of bankruptcy and we still have enough money to buy cigarettes? What morons. I wouldn't be surprised if someone has plans to Hiroshima/Nagasaki us to kingdom come.

Ahem. Anyway.

Moving along, the trip home wasn't too bad. Mother has taken to puttering around the house and planting like there's no tomorrow. I never knew she was such a green thumb. She says she talks to her plants (she swears it makes her daisies perk up). I've heard of people talking to plants and stuff, but this is my mother. Whatever floats her boat... have to say whatever it is she's doing to the those plants, it's working. The place is blooming and verdant. I also got a chance to hang out with my brothers, who are growing like weeds (I guess my mom talks to them too - if screaming in frustration counts). Oh, and Nikki the niece is tottering all over the place and putting everything she can reach in her mouth. Luke, the youngest, has just discovered the joys of Friendster. Quelle horreur! Oh, no. It's happening already. He will fall victim to the great unwashed who love the "testi". Anyway, a good time was had by all.

So now, I'm back and the grind begins anew. It really is a grind. I can't believe I haven't blogged in over a week.