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The Look in Grandma’s Eyes

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Photo by Jef Valdez

Sometimes, a picture is all that you need to get the message of a story.  I prefer not to write anything about the one above so that you can create your own plot.  Why is the grandmother staring at her granddaughter as the latter takes a bite on her Big Mac?


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Sweet Mango Smoothie…or Maybe Sour?

Happy 2013!

T-shirt printing and packing kept hubby and I busy three months before Christmas.  One week before 2013 shoved 2012 out of the way, we were able to finish the last batch of the orders.

So, in the morning of Jan. 1, 2013 we did nothing but laze around, as Sonnet decided to spend the day with her favorite cousin, Gav, and her grandparents, who are my parents.

Jon and I, on the other hand, just had a mango smoothie in lieu of the santol smoothie, which I initially had in mind. It was one of those rare mornings that we did not want to miss, so instead of going to the market to buy ourselves the santols that we have been craving for since the night before, we decided to settle for a green mango smoothie.

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Our mangoes’ peel was green, so we were expecting a refreshing drink, albeit sour.  I was halfway through peeling the first mango when I noticed  its golden yellow flesh.  I told Jon I have a hunch that we’ll be having ripe mangoes.  When I was done peeling the first mango, which had no tinge of green, I proceeded with the two others.

When the three, big, warm yellow mangoes were finally lying bare on the chopping board in front of me, I asked Jon if a glass of sweet mango smoothie would be all right since we obviously don’t have green mangoes.  He said yes, so I tossed the slices of mangoes into the blender and watched them start a swirling motion.

After a few minutes, Jon and I sipped our sweet mango smoothie…and to our astonishment, it was sour!

Oh well, we agreed that 2013 is sure going to be a year of surprises:)

 


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Birds vs Humans

It’s only on weekends that I get to stay home and observe the surroundings. While enjoying the gentle breeze on a Sunday morning, I noticed two black birds with fan like tails playing in our backyard. These birds, surprisingly, are very playful and I enjoyed just standing there watching them for a good 15 minutes.

Later, I spotted a cat walking across the fence. The birds swooped down on the cat’s back as if inviting it to give them a piggyback ride and I was surprised when the cat didn’t react violently. It just turned its head to look at the tiny creatures on its back and continued its morning stroll.

Not long after that, I felt a kiss on my hand from our dog Goliath. He was in a great mood for play but I wasn’t since these birds have already locked my attention on them. Liath stayed patiently by my side. Suddenly the two birds, who probably got tired of pestering the cat, flew to his direction and started flapping their wings on his face. It was a really funny scene, something which I normally see in Looney Tunes only.

Goliath addressed them with a bark and then started to jump high. See, liath’s mom is a poodle thus explaining his light physical weight. The birds would repeatedly fly high to perch on the santol tree then swoop down and flap their wings on Liath’s face.

How beautiful the relationship these animals share and a shame that people can never relish the same. As I recall that backyard scene, I realized it’s unfair to use the expression ‘bird brain’ in connoting someone who lacks logic. Shouldn’t it be ‘human brain’ as in “Can you get rid of your human brain and put some sense into your life?”