If Vergel and I live to a ripe old age in relative comfort and good health, it could very well be the effects of eating out a lot, which for an aging couple like us is turning out to be healthier and cheaper. I’m not kidding.
The last days of June are packed with family occasions, but normally, these occasions, as most others, are quietly and separately celebrated. But this time, my first granddaughter has given us a reason special and grand enough for making whoopee.
This was one special week for me. Finally, after two years and four months of writing and research, we unveiled a 4½-kilogram tome (“Razon”), heavy with memories and little-known information and details about our family’s history.
WE’VE reached the age when we need to let go of people and things that no longer fit into our lives. It’s time to unclutter, to get rid of stuff too burdensome to lug through the next stage of life, old age in this case, when it is important not only to travel light but also, more importantly, to travel free and unencumbered.
To be sure, it has nothing to do with the departure of the old tenant and the arrival of the new one at Malacañang; but just the same, the old neighborhood as we know it is going.
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.”
Seventy is the sum of our years,” says the psalmist, “or 80 if we are strong.” Despite everything that makes today’s life supremely complicated and punishing, many of us are “strong.”
Maybe, like me, others are wondering where the sense of urgency in Rodrigo Duterte’s camp is coming from, and why, since the very beginning of the campaign and with no apparent prodding, he has imposed on himself the improbable three-to-six-month deadline to curb crime and rid our society of drug-related problems, when he has six years to do the job. (It’s just too good to be true, says my husband, who likes to compare his promises to a Ponzi scheme, a pyramid scam.)
The beat goes on! My goodness! It is almost June. Half the year is gone. I must say it has been a wee bit stressful, and not dull at all.
Burma has always fascinated me. For this reason, in mid-March, I convinced my sister Alma and my high school classmate Vylma to alter our travel plans from Cambodia to the country now known as Myanmar.
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