Ka-Blog!

I’ve been parked in front of the computer the whole
day. I have a meeting at four pero alas-singko na, wala pa ang mga kausap
ko. Ron Magbuhos Papag, nephew of
Charing, siddles over and asks me to translate my “performance poem” for
Gloria’s ouster. I can’t do it now–not
in the mood. Mamaya siguro pag nagalit
uli ako kay Mikey o Mike.

     It’s raining outside. The first day in weeks when the heat and humidity are not trying to kill
me. Buti
na lang. I am parked outside and my
car would have baked if the prevailing weather keeps up.

    The wife’s away, sheepherding our first batch of volunteers
around Iloilo. Two volunteers gave us the slip earlier in
the day with their bills unpaid. They’re
British. I hope Bata Reyes and Django
Bustamante beat Steve Davis silly next time they meet over the billiards
table. Makaganti man lang kami.

    I miss my wife.

    Tonight, I will be going home to an empty house. It’s really ironic. When we are both home, we bicker over which TV
shows to see. Now that she’s away, I
only want to go to sleep and make the night pass by faster. Tomorrow is a day closer to the day when we see each other again.

    Waiting is the hardest thing to do in the world. Be it just waiting for meetings to start, waiting for Gloria to resign or
waiting for my wife to come home.