The Cat with the Fiddle

all of a sudden, i find myself dredging all these deep-seated memories as if i’m moving on to the afterlife. i realized i maintained my old blog for about two years, and this one here is almost two years old itself. i hope i don’t get too bored now.

the homestead has been a venue for holy week discussions these past few days, and we all know that that season is better known for its vacation value than its religious significance. i can’t wait to fly my ex-pat to the province to witness the procession. our family has been the sponsor of the scourging at the pillar image for decades now (i believe my earliest memory of provincial life involves romans with thorny branches for whips), laboring over flowers and crepe paper ribbons on that g.i. caroza, sculpted in ways to make it look as if there are filigree designs along its faces. but more days are spent just scattering ourselves along the stretch of white sand beaches, or walking down that unfinished bridge that meant to connect our town to the next island.

2005 holy week though was  a little less than memorable, so i was quite glad to see i committed the droll events to cyberspace. at least now i remember how alone i was.

via cruzis and much more

there is no week more puzzling than holy week. people of polar opposites make for their own pains and pleasures in colliding worlds. the joyful holies of last year’s advent make up for their excesses, the overstimulation of gustatory senses last christmas by starving themselves for lent. the family-disoriented teenagers who embarrassed their parents (and vice-versa) over noche buena let loose their heathen beasts and indulge in dionysiac frenzies in overcrowded beaches. as for me, i fitted myself in dimly-lit cafe corners and smoky sports restaurants, laptop in tote and notebook on hand to create excel-based files of training monitoring sheets and license tracking records. i have booked five lunch/dinner meetings with candidate leaders for next week and i did the honors of conducting the preliminary interviews and backgroud checks.

i visited my brother’s girlfriend in the hospital. i brought fruits – she has massive internal head injury and wasn’t her usual self until a couple of days ago. i have finally met someone with extensive amnesia after years of ridiculing telenovelas whose heroines inevitably lose their memories after a little bump in the head. her memories are coming back piece by piece after weeks in intensive care – anyway, i went over the mile-long printer feed SOA of medical bills which amounted to well over a hundred thousand already (but the treatments are still far from over), and oriented her folks on how to facilitate a hospital and accident claim on her insurance which she fortunately purchased just last december. she’s covered by the company i worked for not more than three weeks ago; at least at that rate, i could extend assistance on administering policyowner service.

i have purchased vitamins and medicines for our three adopted stray cats who all seem to be stricken with a virus that makes their eyes water and their mouths froth. and i kept bills for the dogs. i have scheduled two of the cats for neutering. our home service vet has procured diagnostic results of their blood samples. i adopted another cat, some sort of mangy half-breed siamese (replete with the tabby points and blue eyes), i bet some bastard of a full-breed propagating his species among strays, but it ran away. i think he walked back to crossroads where i lifted him off the ground. our vet said cats walk “back home” within a 5-km radius. crossroads is less than 5 km away from our house.

i watched 6 dvd movies plus britney’s las vegas concert in the last two late nights and early mornings. today, i have been to an accessories manufacturer with designs in mind for a pair of chandelier earrings i plan to don for a wedding in about three weeks. as soon as i log out, i’m heading to the dress shop to have a dress made for the same wedding, something i designed this morning.

i have to do something about all this spare time.