I actually have a monicker that’s shoe-related somewhere, and the number one question I get asked when people find out I’m Filipina is how many shoes I have.. I will proudly say not as many as the infamous Imelda, but just enough. Unlike my Starbucks mugs and postcards, there’s no shoe collection to speak of. However, I am a good shopper, so a “Buy-One-Get-One-Half-Off” deal on rain boots at a boutique near me saw me getting 2 pairs. One was a short pair, and the other the usual tall ones.
I picked them in a funky floral print and a lace mock up, and I’m quite happy with my purchase. So my feet will be well dressed and dry as the rains come. Like today. $42 for both and I even got a free item — I chose a pair of practical flip flops.
Monday wasn’t meant to be a sunny day and it was obvious from the start. It was wet outside (hence, the raingear), and temperatures have dropped yet again. (Our heat is on, for one. =(..) I know, I shouldn’t be complaining. But we expect April showers and it’s June. Almost summer, imagine?
So what do I do on days like this? I wear my rainboots, of course. Dress in the proper coat (pink raincoat to the rescue) and just brave the elements. The rain was pervasive but mild. We don’t really get mist in the Philippines. Like I kiddingly tell the people who ask me about seasons back home, we only have the wet and dry seasons. No spring, no fall and no winter. It’s summer or it’s not.
Like snow, there is a certain magic to the mist. You don’t see it but feel it falling gently on your skin. There are times when it falls strong enough for you to feel wet enough to whip out the umbrella, but there are times when you will just let it fall and put your face up to the wind.
In a naughty mood, I had texted a friend earlier if he could make the rain stop. His curt yet hilarious reply: “I can’t make anything happen these days. However, I spoke briefly to the rain department who said that I should stop calling them.” I literally laughed out loud, while on the phone, upon reading his quip.
It was misty when I stepped out for a quick coffee and hug from a dear old friend from college who popped up from Connecticut. I suddenly get a message he was at the consulate, five blocks away. It had been a while since we last saw each other — so I grabbed the chance to catch up. Those chance meetings — unplanned, though they may be — turn out to be the things that make one’s day on a misty Monday like yesterday bearable. And don’t forget about the rain department!
Tuesday sees us with similar weather, but I can hear the birds chirping outside. That can only mean that it hasn’t been as bad. Not quite as windy (hopefully), and maybe, the sun will wake up from it’s slumber and stretch out even for a bit. We’re not even hitting 60 today, temperature-wise, and that IS cold. I guess it’s a day for coats, and maybe a decent pair of warm leggings.
This is the way we live here in New York. Makes me miss the heat and humidity that everyone hates about Manila.. If you guys only knew..