Hi

A few nights ago, I went to a hospital built in bamboo slats and woven palm-leaf roof. There was just one doctor on duty, and he was attending to a wounded boy lying on a canvas cot with carved wooden base. There was also a nurse but she was talking with another patient inside the hut hospital.

While I was there, I got so scared. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I don't know why. There were a lot of snakes there, their heads popping out between spaces of the bamboo slat floor. Most of them were as fat as my thumb. I understood they were still baby snakes, but still... they were snakes. I wanted to get out of that hospital but was too scared to step outside in the dark and find more.

The doctor pointed his index finger towards one corner of the hut. There, I found the freakin' mother snake! The body was as big as the trunk of a coconut tree. The head was barely attached from the body. The enormous reptile was dead.

I felt relieved. Kind of.

No. I take that back. I was so relieved that it was just a dream. I woke up, and when I saw the mister still fast asleep beside me my breathing was more relaxed.

Chronicles of a Home Farmer 1

I have been busy with work, crafts, and gardening. I am even having a hard time squeezing in as much chores as I could in the house.

Gardening is done after the mister leaves for work. After is loading laundry, then off to my work space for shipping; listing and other things.

While at the garden this morning, I found out that the young leaves of my cantaloupe, sweet potato, and cauliflower has been eaten by animals.

I think the wild rabbits are feasting on my organic edibles. Well, they must have discovered a different variety of food in my garden. What's good about them is that they didn't munch on the cauliflower heads, and my cantaloupe buds.

These animals are kinder this time. They didn't munch on the whole plant and cut the stem off from the roots. So considerate.

I am not mad, after all, they must live too.

Layer by Layer

Hi.

I am still here. Just busy with other things.

Since the turn of 2019, I left Facebook. I loathed the noise there. There is so much bragging and showing off of wealth.

When the Notre Dame of Cathedral in Paris burned around the first quarter of the year, some of them posted photos of their trip there. What for? For me, they weren't sympathizing of what happened. Those posts are about them. "Hey! I've been there!" That's tacky!

I admire some of my family members and friends who didn't post any of their photos of the massive blaze though. 

That's class.

What happened to the world? Some even can't resolve conflicts privately.

"Some people are gradually undressing and revealing who they truly are, uncovering what lies deep within layer by layer."