Kuya Rozel’s back from the Philippines. His current project has been putting in wood floors in the hallway which is making me feel like a total shlub. Although, it is a feeling I am accustomed to experiencing around this place. It’s a constant challenge to block out the pounding hammer, whistling I’m-not-quite-sure-what-it’s-called-and-can't-find-it-in-me-to-ask along with whatever swishing and clanking that needs to take place before we have a beautiful, new whatever-it-is.
Now, Che Che’s neurotically organizing the bookcase talking about random things in five-second intervals. She also gets derailed every few minutes when a certain fly comes buzzing around her head and she begins screaming, “Langaw!!! Langaw!!! Daddy, Langow!!!” as though she just noticed through our front window that the Russians were attacking.
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