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starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2007-12-10 11:28 pm
starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2007-12-10 11:28 pm
Social obligations complete - for the most part.
Not as much driving as yesterday, we stayed in Makati for the whole Christmas delivery routing. A triangle where the points were Makati Med, Citibank, and Glorietta. Here's the capsule report:
- load ensaimada and goodies in the car
- head out for Makati Med, buy chicken-asparagus sandwiches for PM snacks
- park in Makati Med, breakfast at Jollibee Convergys
- back to Makati Med, drop ensaimada at ER and ICU
- settle down to wait at Dr. Gatmaitan's office
- goody bags for the medical secretaries, ensaimada for the doctors
- Ramon has check-up and the results are good; many praises to God and His Mother are offered
- head out for Citibank to deliver more ensaimada
- my downstairs account manager is busy on the phone, which makes it easy to drop-n-run
- my upstairs account manager not so busy; I leave Citi with an umbrella and two planners
- off we go to Glorietta for lunch at Mann Hann
- stop by ATM to reload wallet
- stop by golf shop to buy Dad golf gloves
- stop by CD-R King to buy DVD-Rs and a new keyboard
- head out for Village Post Office, where last of the ensaimada is given out and Christmas cards mailed
- home again, where the main task of the day is to program the DVR for the week
And so ends the day. I did manage to squeeze in a nap. My appetite deserted me, thanks to the Mann Hann lunch (lechon macau with garlic kangkong, rice, crab and corn soup) and the ensaimada I shared with Ma, so I didn't eat that much dinner. I do believe the maid misunderstood the recipe directions, and undercooked the potatoes - which disappointed most everyone at the table. Good thing I'm home tomorrow, let's see if I can teach the maid a thing or two about how we like things done in the kitchen. :)
The laundry hampers are full - but Ma did her laundry today, and with the current weather conditions, her clothes will be on the line most of tomorrow. Will just have to wait till Thursday to do mine.
About those golf gloves for Dad - I have a minor issue with them. He knocks on my door this morning to ask which car I'm taking. I tell him the Innova, of course, since the Revo is color-coded. He then wants to know where his golf gloves are - objects that I have never ever seen in all the time I have been driving the Innova. He grumbles and rumbles and makes it sound as if it's my fault that he can't find the gloves. Then, to cap everything off, he says, in order to avoid trouble, *I* should be the one to buy him a new set.
Well, la-di-da! There's Php1000 out of my wallet for things I've never seen, and likely now will never see at all. To say that I was seething in the car on the way to the hospital was an understatement. On the other hand, it is the price to be paid when caring for the elderly - the forgetfulness and the skewed takes on reality. What worries me sometimes is the scenario where one or the other parent gives instructions, that, when followed, they forget that they ever gave. I'll just have to keep asking good angels to watch over me, is all.
But that's life. All in alll, I managed to take care of a great deal of outside business, so except for two or three more trips, I can afford to stay home the rest of this week. There's the insurance of the Revo to be paid this week, and a scheduled visit to PAWS at some point before year ends (ditto for Sakki's visit to the vet). I have a week's backlog of DVR recordings to edit, but more importantly, it is time to set up the Christmas tree and its lights and decor!
Jim Clancy is back at the anchor desk with Colleen McEdwards tonight. That might mean it's Michael Holmes' day off. With all the year-end specials and me running about the city, I kind of miss the normal flow of the news. It's been a bad last quarter for the environment. I counted at least three oil spills in the space of six or seven weeks (San Francisco, the Black Sea, South Korea); earthquakes (Indonesia, Philippines); floods (Vietnam, Philippines, Bangladesh); fire (Southern California).
Last night's dinner with Ryrie-chan and my goddaughter was fun - except the part where Ryrie-chan kept sending her steak back to the kitchen because she requested it cooked through, and the kitchen kept returning it with pink in the middle. I put forward the theory that perhaps the chef (a) was not the one who normally handles Ryrie's steak (the woman is a fixture at Chelsea, no doubt about it) and (b) might have been tasting a lot of the fruitcake rum. Otherwise, the meal was a good one - Ramon's blood sugar hardly went up!
We had fun when the music shifted abruptly from mellow Christmas carols to "Thriller". My, but that was a double-take moment! The perils of setting the iPod on "shuffle".
Shakeups and shakedowns in the journaling community: no sooner does LiveJournal shift into Russian management, than GreatestJournal and InsaneJournal start going wonky. GreatestJournal downsized the user icon limit from 1000 to 10, without warning, prompting the gun-shy to start migrating and backing-up their GJ accounts. InsaneJournal has a new server, but apparently the sudden influx of new people appears to have given the server serious operational issues. Certainly everything should work as normal once the dust of the initial flurry settles down.
Guess that will do for now. It just wants 30 minutes before Jonathan Mann interviews Al Gore about his Nobel Peace Prize; I'll take a look at a little of that, then get myself to bed. Cheers, all!
- load ensaimada and goodies in the car
- head out for Makati Med, buy chicken-asparagus sandwiches for PM snacks
- park in Makati Med, breakfast at Jollibee Convergys
- back to Makati Med, drop ensaimada at ER and ICU
- settle down to wait at Dr. Gatmaitan's office
- goody bags for the medical secretaries, ensaimada for the doctors
- Ramon has check-up and the results are good; many praises to God and His Mother are offered
- head out for Citibank to deliver more ensaimada
- my downstairs account manager is busy on the phone, which makes it easy to drop-n-run
- my upstairs account manager not so busy; I leave Citi with an umbrella and two planners
- off we go to Glorietta for lunch at Mann Hann
- stop by ATM to reload wallet
- stop by golf shop to buy Dad golf gloves
- stop by CD-R King to buy DVD-Rs and a new keyboard
- head out for Village Post Office, where last of the ensaimada is given out and Christmas cards mailed
- home again, where the main task of the day is to program the DVR for the week
And so ends the day. I did manage to squeeze in a nap. My appetite deserted me, thanks to the Mann Hann lunch (lechon macau with garlic kangkong, rice, crab and corn soup) and the ensaimada I shared with Ma, so I didn't eat that much dinner. I do believe the maid misunderstood the recipe directions, and undercooked the potatoes - which disappointed most everyone at the table. Good thing I'm home tomorrow, let's see if I can teach the maid a thing or two about how we like things done in the kitchen. :)
The laundry hampers are full - but Ma did her laundry today, and with the current weather conditions, her clothes will be on the line most of tomorrow. Will just have to wait till Thursday to do mine.
About those golf gloves for Dad - I have a minor issue with them. He knocks on my door this morning to ask which car I'm taking. I tell him the Innova, of course, since the Revo is color-coded. He then wants to know where his golf gloves are - objects that I have never ever seen in all the time I have been driving the Innova. He grumbles and rumbles and makes it sound as if it's my fault that he can't find the gloves. Then, to cap everything off, he says, in order to avoid trouble, *I* should be the one to buy him a new set.
Well, la-di-da! There's Php1000 out of my wallet for things I've never seen, and likely now will never see at all. To say that I was seething in the car on the way to the hospital was an understatement. On the other hand, it is the price to be paid when caring for the elderly - the forgetfulness and the skewed takes on reality. What worries me sometimes is the scenario where one or the other parent gives instructions, that, when followed, they forget that they ever gave. I'll just have to keep asking good angels to watch over me, is all.
But that's life. All in alll, I managed to take care of a great deal of outside business, so except for two or three more trips, I can afford to stay home the rest of this week. There's the insurance of the Revo to be paid this week, and a scheduled visit to PAWS at some point before year ends (ditto for Sakki's visit to the vet). I have a week's backlog of DVR recordings to edit, but more importantly, it is time to set up the Christmas tree and its lights and decor!
Jim Clancy is back at the anchor desk with Colleen McEdwards tonight. That might mean it's Michael Holmes' day off. With all the year-end specials and me running about the city, I kind of miss the normal flow of the news. It's been a bad last quarter for the environment. I counted at least three oil spills in the space of six or seven weeks (San Francisco, the Black Sea, South Korea); earthquakes (Indonesia, Philippines); floods (Vietnam, Philippines, Bangladesh); fire (Southern California).
Last night's dinner with Ryrie-chan and my goddaughter was fun - except the part where Ryrie-chan kept sending her steak back to the kitchen because she requested it cooked through, and the kitchen kept returning it with pink in the middle. I put forward the theory that perhaps the chef (a) was not the one who normally handles Ryrie's steak (the woman is a fixture at Chelsea, no doubt about it) and (b) might have been tasting a lot of the fruitcake rum. Otherwise, the meal was a good one - Ramon's blood sugar hardly went up!
We had fun when the music shifted abruptly from mellow Christmas carols to "Thriller". My, but that was a double-take moment! The perils of setting the iPod on "shuffle".
Shakeups and shakedowns in the journaling community: no sooner does LiveJournal shift into Russian management, than GreatestJournal and InsaneJournal start going wonky. GreatestJournal downsized the user icon limit from 1000 to 10, without warning, prompting the gun-shy to start migrating and backing-up their GJ accounts. InsaneJournal has a new server, but apparently the sudden influx of new people appears to have given the server serious operational issues. Certainly everything should work as normal once the dust of the initial flurry settles down.
Guess that will do for now. It just wants 30 minutes before Jonathan Mann interviews Al Gore about his Nobel Peace Prize; I'll take a look at a little of that, then get myself to bed. Cheers, all!