A Not So Mundane Day

Thought of writing about my day just to see if it's indeed a bore. Here it goes:

6 am

No. I did not wake up at this hour. I was just about to sleep. Yes. You read it right. And I repeat: I was just about to sleep. The night before, I slept at 7 pm. I woke up at 11 pm to see if dad was already asleep and as expected, not yet. Belen, our help, and Vincent, my cousin, were already very exhausted so I had them go to sleep while I took over in monitoring dad.

10:45 am

Hubby's call woke me up. Or was it his call? Whatever caused me to jump out of bed had nothing to do with the  Oscars being aired "live" (duh... "live" in the Philippines's local channels means delays of an hour or more unless it's a "pay per view" thing that one's subscribed to).

11 am

Channel surfed before going down. Got to see the last few minutes of "Father of the Bride" on FOX Family Movies.

11:30 am

Finally went down. Switched on the laptop. Browsed my online source of everyday gossip (Facebook). Was told by Tito Jovy that Kuya Jun Jun, my second oldest cousin, suffered from stroke. Half of his body's now paralyzed.

12 pm

Had my brunch. Been doing this for the last month and a half. My body clock's completely screwed up. I've been out of the call center industry for more than a year already and yet I feel as though I'm still on a graveyard shift each time dad's restless.

1 pm

Took a shower. Broke my loofah handle. It's still new! Argh.

3 pm

Learned that the Tiendesitas bazaar application of Joy (not my sister... lol) was approved! Good for her! She's truly come a long way ever since the night I hauled my fancy jewelry-making tools with me and met up with her at Vinzon's Hall in UP Diliman :)

5 pm

Tita Tessie's arrival temporarily ended my Cityville addiction for the day. She arrived to pick up the photocopy of my dad's birth certificate. The certificate had arrived earlier via mail. Ah... The benefits of modern technology. No more having to go all the way to the National Statistics Office on East Avenue to line up for a copy of one's birth or marriage certificate. I just need to order online, pay at the bank and wait for two working days.

5:30 pm

Went to church. Walked with my phone's app "Step Counter", well, counting every step I took. Modern technology had enabled me to do away with a costly pedometer purchase. It was more or less 700 steps from our condominium unit to the Our Lady of Fatima Church on Kanlaon Street.

6 pm

Mass started. Celebrant was this Indian priest.

6:30 pm

Went to confession after mass. I was guilty of going to Monday masses instead of the Sunday ones, among other sins. At the end of the confession, I was asked if I knew the Act of Contrition. I said "yes" without thinking what the question meant until it dawned on me: Dang! Another sin. Liar. Liar. Good thing I knew right away (and was able to say to the priest) that what I honestly meant was that I know the prayer but I haven't mastered it. Yet. And to think this was after 15 years of being made to memorize such at the Catholic school I attended in third grade. Father was forgiving. Note that I'm referring here to both the Ultimate Priest up there and his human representative. I was told to pray the Act of Contrition once I'm home as part of my penance. I did not wait, however, for said time to pray it. I knew there's a prayer book inside the adoration chapel so off I went for my penance, my repentance for everything.

6:54 pm

Clocked in at the gym. Spent the next two hours there. Covered 3+ miles in 50 minutes.

9:30 pm

The pizza delivery guy arrived. We were expecting visitors. What I was not expecting was how the calories I burned went back. Rrrrrrrr..............

9:45 pm

Dad's cousins arrived. These were cousins of his that I had not seen in over five years. With them were my second cousins, Kuya Jerry and Ate Shiela. The last time I remember seeing Kuya Jerry was during his wedding in 1988! I was a flower girl at his wedding. Now he's looking at a framed picture of my own wedding.

10:15 pm

I have this secret skill of smiling and conversing at people I'm supposed to know (but just can't place the name and sometimes the face that goes with the name). Said skill failed me, BIG time, when Tita Susan dictated to me her address in Los Angeles. Take note: I asked for her address without knowing she's Tita Susan so when she began dictating with "24 Susan Romero 2410 South Pepperdale.........", I had to clarify if "Susan Romero" were a street with "24" as her house number. The rest of the humiliation followed....... Ugh.

10:45 pm

Sergs called to inform me that he's already about to go to the office. Uh-oh. Good thing hubby can wake up on time. I completely lost track of time, yet again, and never got to wake him up.

11 pm

Their visit ended with litanies of how and why I should lose weight, etc. That I was beautiful BUT THAT I still needed to lose weight. The sting wasn't so bad because they said I looked like my mom on my wedding day and only because I've learned to accept my fate of having to go to the gym to look better (as of this writing, I've already lost 16 lbs).

11:15 pm

Dad wanted to eat. Again. Only to fall asleep while eating.

12:07 am

I am about to end this blog.

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Most of the stuff here involves what I usually do while waiting for the approval of my spouse petition. The only difference is that this day's somehow peppered with curios enough for me to say it's at least not so mundane. God truly has His own unique humor. How we react to it remains the basis of the level of boredom or creativity in our lives.