I’m hoping I’d be able to maintain this as the normal of rounds. It’s been almost quarter a year since I last completed the ten rounds of jog. I had the monthly visit, the flu, and the cold as reasons for not jogging. I guess I’ve ran out of excuses.
There were several attempts. I never even got to eight rounds. The best I could do for the month was seven. Until tonight 😀
It’s like there’s this fear of running out of books to read.
I got two more books over the weekend for P99. One of these days (sometime soon!) I’d have to dispose of the books that’s been piling. Or I could save up for a bookshelf. A big one.
I was just waiting for the next screening of Hotel Transylvania.
Dinner with the eldest sister and the nieces was accompanied by good humored banter. Always a pleasure to see a healthy dose of wit and sarcasm in the nieces.
The dinner companions dropped by the newly opened supermarket and I made a stop at the bookstore to get new stock for the evening read.
Three books for P150. Not bad. I hope they last the weekend.
Finally, some siting.
Out of the corner of the building he appeared. Plain white shirt and patched jeans. He looked like a character from one of the recently read books. I think that is basically it. Plus of course, anything this pleasant-looking doesn’t abound this area. Suddenly, the noon heat was more tolerable. No heat could wipe the grin of this face.
Giddy. The word entered the mind. I did not attempt to recall the last time the word was used to describe an emotion experienced firsthand.
Looked heavenwards and uttered a prayer of thanks. I prayed! Gratitude. One more siting please? I could not help but add. Please? One has to understand the drought of inspiration one experiences. It’s not every day we get a subject of appreciation.
The creature bore no resemblance to a god or a model or anyone ridiculously attractive. It just has something to do with him having seemingly leaped out of the pages of this one book (I can’t even remember the title). And yes, one could consider individual standards. It varies.
He, up there, must have some surplus of kindness (or pity) that He granted another siting. Nearer. More observation time. Well, relatively. The grin could not have extended for it had reached its limit. Any wider and I’d need an extension of the face.
Another prayer of thanks. A way better mood. Thank you!
I broke the extra glass in the workplace. As a result, I could not offer the eldest sister even water. The tumbler’s constant contents is a blend – not the kind the sister favors.
Simply put, I needed another mug, cup, or glass. Then Manong Ceramics arrived. Somehow, I can’t recall how he left with the payment for six of these cups.