Ending a busy day

Sometimes you find yourself floating through a day and suddenly everything comes crashing down and you’re hit with the reality that the day has ended and a hundred and one things need to be done this minute.  I’m just grateful it’s 5:28 PM on my computer screen and that means I’m minutes away to scooting out of here.

I’m part of an e-group on Yahoo composed of my batchmates from St. Paul College of Quezon City High School Batch 1983.  It’s been around a while and someone suddenly announced she was going to be in New York visiting relatives and friends.  Of course we’re seeing each other and we’re putting a little party together.  Brunch on April 3rd, I suggested.  (No way I would offer the 2nd which is the fateful day I turn 39!)  So now we find out that another longtime friend of mine, someone I had been buddies with for a time in highschool is also going to be here the same weekend.  So we’re looking forward to talking about the good old days and catching up.  It’s not going to be a big party but it will be fun, I know.  Despite initial misgivings about joining the group full force, common bonds like a shared childhood (I literally grew up with these girls!) have pulled us together.

So with that gathering set, I’m counting the days when we can sit down and make chikka to death.  (That’s the colegiala in me talking..)

 

Lost in a whirl of a day

My morning was jump started by a small fire in my Mom’s room.  She has this little altar on a table on which she has a candle lit at all hours of the day.  For some reason, the candle in the jar had a stick in it and it caught fire.  Alan and I were playing with Angel on the bed when Alan smelled something burning and he caught it on time.  The only thing was that he panicked.  I put a towel on top of the burning jar but it did not immediately snuff out the fire, although with the deprivation of the oxygen supply, I knew it would have eventually died.  Instead Alan tried to fan the flame hoping to kill it, and in the process pulled the burning bottle which broke on the carpet floor.  End result: burn stains on the carpet, my mom was rattled silly, and Alan and I had an adrenalin rush.

I was carrying Angel all this time and the poor boy had no idea what the commotion was all about.  We’re okay now.  Mom has vowed not to light any more candles in the room.  I gave her the carpet stain remover and I’m sure she’ll be working on the carpet all day today.

At the office, the boss is running from meeting to meeting and I am trying to keep up with her in terms of files, and keeping her on time.  So far she hasn’t run amuck yet, so I guess we’re still in good shape.  My brain is floating off to nowhere, though.  I think I’m getting things done but I wish I could get more done.  I’m getting there.

I look at Angel’s pictures decorating my cubicle and a smile crosses my face again.  Just one more night and it’s the weekend again. 

Green bagles on St. Patrick's Day

I put on a green sweater and cardigan without a thought and Alan greeted me Happy St. Patrick’s Day.  I didn’t bother to take it off and thought might as well go with the theme of the day and as we would say in Manila, “pinanindigan ko na”.

There were green bagles in one of the cubicle blocks, and I see clover leaves and lots of green all around.  No St. Patrick goodies for Angel just yet.  Even I am just ‘getting into the spirit of things‘ so to speak.