missing my friends

(originally a letter to poste and mela)

contrary to popular rumor, i have not fallen off the face of the planet. i am lost in a forest of boxes in the new house, and drowned in issues which include prehistoric plumbing, sick boys, what to feed sick boys, a head cold, ant attacks, dengue terror, an office that needs to run, new rubbish collection schedule, our senior artist/designer turning OFW, DH(el)L etc. etc. 

the parade continues. plumber. house owner. painter/carpenter. cleaning lady.  messengers. couriers. mailman. the mailman demands we write the authorization to forward the mail from our old address. artist's yaya-less baby. accountant. collector. screen installer. mouse. yes. the mouse got trapped inside the house when we installed the back screen door. pumpkin do your job!

today, robert's 7x4 foot painting found its way closer to the wall its meant to hang on. its not up there yet. 

one day we will have wardrobes in the master's bedroom, curtains on our gazillions of windows, shelves for our gazillions of books and cds, grass on the front & back lawns, vines crawling on the walls, herbs outside the kitchen window, clean sheets flapping in the breeze and little person splashing around in his kiddie pool. oh, and i will have writing projects that pay and a little sewing machine in the off-bedroom terrace that i call our cage.

in the meantime, i am glad for running water, flushing toilets, a washing machine that works, a kitchen that is 90% done, a cat that knows to pee and poop outside, and tiger balm. the hi-fi is hooked up and blaring, BBB eats as i dictate ("i'm not cooking, we're eating out") and the little person sleeps in his crib all night.

and, if i am able to pull off a lechon camping lunch in our garage and handuraw pizza with alcohol on the dining table, then coffee and dessert with you guys should be a breeze.

what? j.k. rowling isn't sharing her patent on the apparation device just yet? oh well.