a raconteur’s attempt

Daddy’s high school graduation(SLU, Boy’s High)Dad-first from left.Ramon-back with dark suit.

I wasn’t really in to letting the whole world know 
how I'm juggling my life. On thoughts that others 
have their own lives to deal with. But,  I also 
believe that there are some who have the time to
read. Some who even cares to read. And, some
who are just obliged to read.


The very reason why I dared to join the craze of 
"blogging the world"(with worries on my limited
jargon and groping sentence structure) is the 
story of my Daddy Danny about my grandfather, 
Ramon.


After almost 30 posts, I haven't entered any of 
that story. It was Lukie if not Dylan or Boogie is 
what I'm punching in.


The realization came to me that the two prior wise
men in my family keep on leading me to how I
should drive my life. They made me pour out the 
best gift I can leave to my boys - the stories that
weaved their existence and my obssession to 
blog their allegory. Through all these, I hope
they will always feel special and truly loved.


This is why  "a raconteur's attempt" met and
merged with the world wide web. And, same 
reason why I have to relocate my struggling
blog for you to have a piece of where and why
it all started -My Lolo Ramon.

“Why don’t you write it  hon!” Boogie told me when he seldom requests me to do so. Guess what? A month passed and I’m just doing it

now.

Morning rush. To send Lukie to school would cost us a lot of times saying, “Lukie, drink your milk!”…”Hurry up…go brush your teeth!…You’ll miss your bus…” Blame it on the cartoons or just our parenting skills, the TV is getting more of his attention. Besides, maybe hearing mom says it all the time, losses it’s effect on him.

Sometimes Boogie gives me some morning time off’s (by force) and let me sleep while he handles the “Operation Lukie: Hurry Up!”. I saw my bedside clock and its time for the bus to stop by our place. Miracle! I was sleeping for an hour and the husband didn’t ask me for anything. Then I went out to give my kisses before Lukie sets off. Oh nooo! His full glass of milk, choco bread unfinished and no shoes yet, almost made me faint. I’m exaggerating, in panic is better than fainting. Almost forgot, he didn’t even wash and brush(pay gayam).

There’s my son enjoying his cartoon show and Boogie went to wait for the school bus and tell them to go with out Lukie. After I rushed Lukie with everything, he went out to wait for his ride which had already left. He didn’t believe that the bus passed and insisted to wait. They waited for 20 minutes.

Boogie was suppose to teach him a lesson and they’ll both walk to school but Lukie understood my Ilocano when I told his Pa’ to use the bike. 5 minutes more and the school gate will close. Late comers- “try again tomorrow”. So they both went with the bike (with my son believing the bike is his idea).

The road was closed cause they’re filling it with asphalt. But, Boogie went through with out noticing the work ahead.( Rushing, Ok! ) The ‘operai’(workmen) held their “censored” curses and shouted, “GUARDA! GUARDA!” (Look! Look!). Thanks to the kid on board, they didn’t blurt out the worst. Then my son asked his father why those men were angry. “You’re late that’s why.” answered the father.

When they got to school 2 minutes before they close the gate, Lukie said, ““you see papa I told you that the school is still open.” And here’s what Boogie told us,  "I wanted to get angry but I just kissed him and he ran inside. I wanted to teach him a lesson and still he got the best out of  me."

For a week, works of wonder made my son aware of his time, he is 30 minutes ready for his bus. Succeeding days? 15 minutes. Now, 5 minutes but at least he knows he has to be done with everything before 8:30.

This story waited for Father’s Day after all. To you Boogs, you really are a father now - you’re aging hahaha. Cheers!

Boogie e-mailed my father in law and wrote him about this and here’s what he said:

“That was neat, your narration of Lukie's 

time going to and reaching school on time, 

a story fit for this Sunday's column. Fathers 

who'll read it will surely relate well to it

and look back to their own anecdotes of

their encounters with their kids.

                                                                                            I love waking up on weekends. Lukie, my 5 years old son, on my right holding my neck. My 6 months old baby Dylan on my left using my arm as his pillow. My husband’s feet touching my feet as he snores next to Lukie. He just got into bed an hour ago from a night shift work. What happened to the other room and the baby’s crib? Empty. Thanks to our enormous bed, I can still breath.

Lukie can’t go to sleep without holding my neck. I have to put Dylan to sleep first before his brother could freely do his habit. While for Dylan, he covers either eye with his free hand as he sucks his milk. Oh yes, and for Boogie, I can’t tell!

School would be over for Lukie on the 22^nd of June and I’ll be able to have more-extra sleep. The teacher who comes with the school bus told me to enroll Lukie for the summer class. She told me its more fun cause they’ll be going to the beach, museums and amusement parks. Lukie tried it last year but its too exhausting for him. He has to get up early when he went to bed late. I myself can’t sleep when at 9:00 PM the sun is still out. Besides, the ‘LunaPark’ (carnival), video arcade and ice cream parlors open only this time of the year- so we make the most out of it(during the night). Its also too hot to go to bed early. Plus, you just can’t get enough of the day specially if there’s a Pinoy party at a neighbor’s house.

Back  on waking up. When every one is awake, we put up the blinds and open the curtains to get a better view from the window. We just lye down there watching the birds which have been noisy since 4 in the morning. Then we make plans on what to do for the rest of the day till our stomachs grumble for a late breakfast.

Summer is not summer when we don’t use the swimming pool. Last year, Lukie was brave enough to dive the deepest part after running 7 meters for his momentum. With arm bands of course. We hope this year he’ll learn how to swim already. Eeisshh, I like the fun being at the pool everyday or at the beach, but I don’t like to get tanned. I prefer my pale color. But then again, if that’s what it takes for my kids to have that FUN, “dark mama”-bring it on! Summer time is less than 4 months anyway.

On the kids taking the space of our bed, I’ll tell you more on my next blog. Have to prepare my boys for their first beach this year.

I’ve been wanting to blog about our found place in this part of Italy. I just don’t know how to start it of. After eating the pizza we ordered from the hotel/restaurant near our house, I guess skipping the fuss to cook wins the mood to think and type.

Cavallino-Treporti is a part of the mainland(Veneto) which is 35 kilometers away from the city of Venice. 30 mins boat ride and 15 mins by car(no traffic). It’s one of the suburbs surrounding Venezia. The name “Cavallino” means “little horse” which could have been “the perfect haven” if there are really horses. It’s just a name aside from the little pony monument at the “centro”(center), found in front of the community church Sta. Maria Elisabetta’. 

It’s also a branch of the 15 kilometers long beach of ‘Lido di Jesolo’ that was tagged as little Germany in the North of Italy. During summer, Germans flood the place making almost all the signs(road directions, menus, instructions, etc…) written in German. Most of the businesses here only opens during this season, including the hotel/restaurant near our house.

Here’s a link to Cavallino Treporti’s site. Surf around. I can’t upload pictures directly on my entry because I haven’t upgraded (better term for not paying) my blog space. I just added some of my husband’s photos in my blog album, which I’m reminded, I didn’t ask permission for doing so.  Abbob(Dylan’s Ninong) once said, “kasla met nga Pangasinan, haan nga abroad”( )(looks like Pangasinan and not “abroad”).

Friendster is doing their best to improve their site but is causing me  inconvenience in getting into my profile. I just saw now that the captions were put up and the space for comments is so enticing for you to leave one. There’s even URL for each picture, this I have to try!

Last week, all my photos were gone and I had to E-mail the management and literally pleaded for them to “rescue” my pictures. I was a bit in panic because I don’t have copies to some of them. My profile got back my pix the next day and its already six days passed, I haven’t stored them safely yet in a CD or in a file into my PC .

I’m also having hassles here in my blog with uploading photos and the “comments” doesn’t work. I can’t even comment on this entry nem nem ko. Maybe I need to pay to upgrade my site but I don’t like to do that, Call me cheap but I love free stuffs.

I’m still looking for a better blog spot and transfer all my writings there. Friendster blog could have been nice but I want a space where I can “freely” move.