I’m finally home.
Of course, I am happy to be back home but a part of me is still hoping for an assurance of a new job. As of the meantime, I am an unemployed individual. LOL!
While working in Thailand, I conditioned my mind to spare enough money for the renovation of our kitchen. I knew that re-constructing our kitchen would require a bit of money, since it was like an extended dirty kitchen before. Haha! Everyone in our family, especially my mother loves to cook and it is one of the many reasons why I wanted to have a presentable one. I got the chance to meet Gail, younger sister of my college friend, and asked her if she could do some beautification miracles of that ugly spot in our house. She presented her idea and I agreed with most of it. I suggested bits of tweaking though.
As soon as I arrive home, I went directly to the kitchen and I am more than impressed. My family is delighted with the outcome too. Thanks Gail. More pics of the kitchen here.
This is my gift to my mother last Mother’s Day, my Kitchen Señora (reposting the poem below).
In her backyard, gumamelas whisper
to each other as she mantles cold banana
leaves on the wooden table,
guarded by two acacia trees.
The bermuda grass curses
her careless steps --- dashing back and forth.
Like a sprint queen, she carries edible torches
and lays them on the platform.
The black-sauced pasta
and bronzed turkey, baklava cake
and chrysanthemum salads she prepares,
festoon the old lamesa
The approach of familiar voices signals,
she hand-strikes her hair, quickly wipes
her sweat and positions near the door,
Welcome, my dear children
another family reunion looms
As long as I have the strength to work abroad, I will continue to make necessary improvements to the place we call home. My sweats in Japan had fixed our bathroom and comfort room. My blood in Thailand had made-up our kitchen. Wherever my next destination be, the living room will be the next focus.
See, I am a good son after all. LOL! Oh please, so give me a job quick!totomai