To dye or not to dye?
DON’T be ashamed of your gray hair. Wear it proudly like a flag. You are fortunate in a world of so many vicissitudes, to have lived long enough to earn it.”
DON’T be ashamed of your gray hair. Wear it proudly like a flag. You are fortunate in a world of so many vicissitudes, to have lived long enough to earn it.”
Flossing one night, I feel suddenly fortunate I still have 25 of my full set of 32 God-given teeth!
Vergel and I can’t remember going through anything darker at anytime than in the past four weeks, the longest sunless four weeks of our lives, when she was kept from us, taken with such obvious, yet unwritten, court consent that all hope of getting her back seemed lost.
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” – Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
If my husband had his way, he’d probably live in a vacuum. How many times have I come home to an airless home—windows, glass doors shut, no air-con on, not even the fan, and he’s sound asleep on the couch, hugging his guitar as though it were a soft pillow, breathing in the same carbon dioxide he breathes out.
“Towel!” my husband cries out. Uh-oh, I must have forgotten to replace the his-and-hers towels I had removed after showering last night. How easily I forget tasks when I put them off for later, especially tasks not normally assigned me, such as this one, which falls on my kasambahay Lani, who happens to be on vacation.
Romance chooses no occasion—especially not for us old fogies. We neither wait for it nor worry about it; it happens when it happens. In fact, this Valentine’s Day we had resigned ourselves, quite happily, to waking up with my five-year-old granddaughter Mona asleep between us.
I’m glad no one had asked me what I planned to do with my life before I knew any better, or I’d have felt forced to give the question serious thought; I might have even drawn a roadmap to success and happiness. How ridiculous that would have been—to think one could actually plan one’s life! Indeed, looking back on every turning point in my long life, I don’t know how I could have planned it as it has gone. All I can say is I’m happy beyond expectation.
On Nov. 19, I was privileged to join my husband, Vergel, at the lecture of journalist-historian Martin Jacques for his book “When China Rules the World.”
In line with a self-imposed observance of austerity these days, we’ve been avoiding keeping the driver beyond 8 p.m., and tonight was austerity night. For the last trip, Vergel would be dropped at the Peninsula for the launch, from 6 p.m., of the book “Juan Ponce Enrile: A Memoir.”
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