The tap is busted, and the senior citizens called me by my old name.

It is quiet in the house, except for the dripping of the precious water. Jean is in Pansol with her UP Plano gang, and Tish is in San Felipe with her high school chums. I spent my morning with the old people in church, for the second of a three part seminar about Living and Sharing Christ. Did make the mistake of writing my childhood nickname in the registration, for everyone calls me Bayeng now, which is really queer, for that is my private name, and only my family calls me by that nickname, Oh well, it is out now, and it somehow does feel good to be called by my old name.

The water is dripping, I said. The faucet busted last night and my daughters improvised a water stopper by inserting a cork on the broken tap. I am indeed in need of a handyman. It had already taken me the whole afternoon to save some water because I couldn’t open the tank valve totally. And the laundry must get washed. Super sigh. And I have answered a few quizzes on facebook  to while the time away. I hope it was not a waste of time, discovering some things about myself, I mean.

It sure is quiet. Okay, I will have to spin dry my laundry now

My Maundy Thursday

It is Maundy Thursday today, we will spend the day in solitude, reading, of course, stories from the Holy Book.

I hope the waterworks will not resume work today, not that the laborers are noisy, for my backdoor neighbors are outrageously horrible, their magic sync is a-blast, in full volume, and not one of the shameless singers can carry a tune. I am mortified, but did let it be, and watched instead the labor-hardened youth workers lift cement stones, one after the other, and toss the heavy load in the trucks. They asked for two liters of water every hour, for it is so hot, and the labor is burdensome, and I thought how ironic, for the waterworks cannot even provide water for their contract workers.

Sigh, I just don’t want any loud activity today.

It would be pacifying really if my neighbors refrain from karaoke singing. I am tempted to toss them a copy of the PABASA actually. That way, I wouldn’t have to read, ha ha. Sigh, like I always say, the second commandment is difficult to obey!