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8.08.2011

My Brother Ayo Gave Me Some of His Homemade Congee.

As if handling precious Uranium, he held it up to me, nodding like I had said something he had agreed with and said:
Patis lang ang katapat nito.
I had been slowly parsing out portions, delighting in its gustatory hug-- but this morning-- I recklessly polished off a sizable amount of it.

I do not have the girls from 10 AM- 3PM for the next four days.
A last minute decision was made by them and not  by me, for Kika and Gabi to attend a basketball camp.
I was kind of surprised that they chose to do this.
I wonder if the fact that they don't get to watch TV, nor tinker on a computer, and that they need to practice two instruments per day/per child and make their bed and brush their teeth and help straighten up around here, and water plants and walk the dog between the hours of 10 AM-3PM makes them think that bootcamp with their friends is a better deal.
(They still need to brush their teeth though.)

Anyhow,  I am free to read.
The Man In The Rockefeller Suit (about a serial impostor) is a book that was passed from Chip to Steve to me, is a great read,  but have not been able to devote time to.  I started it several days ago--but then I misplaced my reading glasses.  So I am doing laundry right now in the hopes that the eyeglasses will resurface after some tidying up.


Nikki Lopez, my friend from high school posted, 
"People who...
-criticize a lot are insecure.
-complain a lot, seldom take action.
-insult a lot, are commonly ugly.
-flirt a lot, lack love and attention,
-gossip a lot, never had a true friend."

I tend to gloss over trite phrases but every once in a while when a quote or a store-bought scribble speaks to me--I like to swallow it like a delicious bowl of congee.

Happy Monday.