What a way to celebrate the Nativity of the Lord! Rain in the morning, and then gray, windy and cold the whole day, at least as of 3:35 pm.
Kenneth Dizo, whose mother Nemia died of cancer, and his family--wife, son Juan Claro--came to the house toward lunchtime. But they did not eat anything because, they said, they have just eaten something in a house they dropped by on their way to Oscariz. They live in Pagrang-ayan. They left at past 1:00 pm.
It's now 6:11 pm. At the bahay kubo in front of the house, Jonathan and the boys, including Sherwin, the late Boy Co's son, are still at it-- drinking San Mig Lights while seeing a feature movie on Jon's laptop screen.
On this occasion, joy and gladness should reign in the heart, but where is this joy, this gladness? I don't feel anything. It's just and ordinary day.
Sounds from downstairs. Joe chopping either liempo, sisig or lechon manok on the chopping block. Yesterday they sold 101 or 104 pieces of the stuff.
Later in the night, Raul and his boys arrived with a half case of San Mig Lights and Red Horse including pulotan of insarabasab and grilled bangus. Picture- taking.
More buyers of lechon manok, liempo and sisig, not necessarily in that order, as the night moved slowly and voices diminished in tone and came sporadically.
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