No Whine, No Cheese
Category: Life
I knew things were not in the right order when I couldn't locate my large, flower-painted, stoneware mug, which was the only cup that made my morning coffee taste right. And this, waking up from an interrupted evening marred by a busted air-conditioner, the second unit, incidentally, that acted up around us during this summer season. It's okay, I survived enough to make it to a cold shower first thing which made me want my coffee after, even if I had to sip it from the thin, tall, pastel-colored polka-dotted mug that served the purpose once in a while.
And then, just as I was about to leave (for a dawn-watch service in my church at 6am), my left contact lens apparently didn't adhere properly and promptly disappeared. Now I have to bear wearing my eyeglasses which my daughter says makes me look like Ugly Betty until I'm able to buy a replacement for my -2.75 prescription left lens which will be this afternoon, hopefully before we watch Spiderman 3 (oh Spidey, don't let me down, I hope).
I tell you, given these things, I am still in high spirits, even if we haven't had household help (when we usually have two people around at the least) for 3 days now due to inexplicable and unfortunate circumstances when one, Rachel, overextends her vacation, and the other, Luisa, on loan from my mother-in-law, had to be pulled out because she was suddenly needed where she came from. Joel, our all-around handyman, had given warning that he leaves if additional help doesn't come by within the week.
('Ok, relax, breathe slowly,' I tell myself).
This would have been one of those occasions where my husband would have opportunity to tease 'Do you want some cheese with that whine?', but no, it never happened. Why? Because I realize, I'm made of tougher stuff, and it should take a lot, lot more to piss me off. Besides, I've been doing and doing whatever I can get my hands on that needs to be done and it's fun! It's about functioning, it's about adapting. And this is about daily living at its best. Thankfully I have an incredible reserve of good feelings to back me up when quirky days such as these come around, when kinks do not bother all that much, when confidence prevails. Actually, it's been a breeze. So where's the cheese?
I knew things were not in the right order when I couldn't locate my large, flower-painted, stoneware mug, which was the only cup that made my morning coffee taste right. And this, waking up from an interrupted evening marred by a busted air-conditioner, the second unit, incidentally, that acted up around us during this summer season. It's okay, I survived enough to make it to a cold shower first thing which made me want my coffee after, even if I had to sip it from the thin, tall, pastel-colored polka-dotted mug that served the purpose once in a while.
And then, just as I was about to leave (for a dawn-watch service in my church at 6am), my left contact lens apparently didn't adhere properly and promptly disappeared. Now I have to bear wearing my eyeglasses which my daughter says makes me look like Ugly Betty until I'm able to buy a replacement for my -2.75 prescription left lens which will be this afternoon, hopefully before we watch Spiderman 3 (oh Spidey, don't let me down, I hope).
I tell you, given these things, I am still in high spirits, even if we haven't had household help (when we usually have two people around at the least) for 3 days now due to inexplicable and unfortunate circumstances when one, Rachel, overextends her vacation, and the other, Luisa, on loan from my mother-in-law, had to be pulled out because she was suddenly needed where she came from. Joel, our all-around handyman, had given warning that he leaves if additional help doesn't come by within the week.
('Ok, relax, breathe slowly,' I tell myself).
This would have been one of those occasions where my husband would have opportunity to tease 'Do you want some cheese with that whine?', but no, it never happened. Why? Because I realize, I'm made of tougher stuff, and it should take a lot, lot more to piss me off. Besides, I've been doing and doing whatever I can get my hands on that needs to be done and it's fun! It's about functioning, it's about adapting. And this is about daily living at its best. Thankfully I have an incredible reserve of good feelings to back me up when quirky days such as these come around, when kinks do not bother all that much, when confidence prevails. Actually, it's been a breeze. So where's the cheese?
4 Comments:
it's always a pleasure reading your posts...
love the creatures on the side :)
hay naku, sisterette, sa true lang, nung asa pinas ako, feeling ko talaga i can't survive without manang and her team by my side. kasi ba naman, who's gonna clean the toilet, who's gonna clean the oven???
pero nung umalis ako ng pinas, dun ko naisip, shet, mabubuhay pala ako ng wala si manang. hirap ako, pero buhay pa rin ako. pero kahit na siguro anong sabihin ko na sobrang ganda ko na, na kaya ko palang maglinis ng oven at toilet mag-isa, miss ko pa rin si manang.
liza!
thanks, and it's such a joy for me to get comments like yours :)
sister siony!
how are ya?
'who's gonna clean the toilet, who's gonna clean the oven?' ... ha ha ha!!! kaloks. i must have heard that song like 30 years ago ... ooops ;)
actually, gumagaling na ako talaga magluto. i never had this much confidence in the kitchen before. fortunately, i got blessed with one super stable, middle-aged manang who is so competent and thankful to find work at this time. semi back to normal na, and we all learned a lesson :)
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