September is now gone. This piece here to remember September... and all the Septembers of long ago. The memories may be different each time but the feelings are the same. Here's to September.
It could be the most mundane ordinary insignificant thing as a McDo meal on one spur-of-the-moment morning -- but having it with the ones you love is such a terrific thing! It's not the McDo nor some other meal but it's the moment spent with family that's tops on the list.
There's also that fine dinner shared with a good family friend of many years (Rudy Ledesma). A perfect moment Rudy got his pasalubong of coffee from Germany, courtesy of youngest daughter Malen. The evening went wonderfully well ending with an invitation for dinner at his place -- he's cooking! To which his wife Ellen agreed, her charming chinita eyes smiling.
Then there's that surprising moment when Lucky-B jumped up the sofa (for the first time) and cuddled close to Malen. She's the new and youngest member of the pack. Not camera-shy either, aye?! :-D ... Are you wondering bout the name Lucky-B? Well, there's a Lucky who came first and she's now a senior dog (23 dog years)... a very very senior dog... and still with us. She's now wrinkled, blind, deaf, balding, slow in her movements but .....We love her! People and animals, I believe, shouldn't be 'discarded' just like that when they have turned old, ugly, and useless. Because honestly .....They will always be a part of your heart.
Being at the shore at early dawn is a beautiful moment that pleases the senses. The soft scarlet skies... the waves softly rustling under your feet... a gentle morning breeze blowing. That wonderful feel-good feeling. Sigh! The hustle-and-bustle of the chaotic city life simply melts away. Somewhere in Zambales.
Everyday the trash is gathered and taken to the outside bin for the garbage truck to pick up. I make sure to cut open any plastic sachets or pouches. No pouches.... no animals hurt. You see, you'll never know where these garbage would lead to. Our garbage collection system is grossly imperfect. These plastics, in some way or another, get to the seas.. thanks to our floods, too. There, some animal could get caught inside these plastic death traps. Also, I cut into pieces long strings of anything which could accidentally wrap itself around the animals' necks. Because... a little goes a long way to help or save the animals. Nobody will know nor notice but you do. And the animals can't thank you themselves either. BUT .....That little that you do .... matters!
We'll be saying goodbye to September but with a smile. And a sincere thank you with a grateful heart to.... a magnificent God and Father who showers gifts so generously on His children. . God bless you, folks!
Goodbye, September.
