Life is made of smiles and tears, joys and sorrows, mixed with fears... Even then, I love my life because it is a gift from God
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Spinach and Winning over Brutus
One cartoon character that amused me when I was a kid was Popeye the Sailor. I was amused and at the same time amazed that he so skinny could win over his muscular rival Brutus in capturing Olive Oyl’s heart. The source of Popeye’s super strength as we all know is spinach.
In spite of being brainwashed by the countless episodes of the paramount importance of spinach, I only ate spinach (as well as sweet potato tops) then when forced and watched closely by my father during meal times.
The story changed however when I became a health freak. Knowing that spinach is rich in calcium, potassium, iron, magnesium, vitamins C and A, and etc., spinach now is a regular constituent of my diet.
I do not have to shop for it because it grows like weed in my garden. My father planted it in my backyard and told me to take care not to lose it come what may. I wondered why, I don’t look now so he said when I was in college like a hanging skeleton in the air. Or did he want me to grow really big biceps like Tyson?
The type of this spinach is what we Filipinos called Baguio spinach. When I asked my father how I’d cook it, he said I could steam it like I do with the sweet potato tops or else put it in sinigang na isda or ginisang mungo.
Having eaten a different species of spinach when I was a kid, I was not really familiar with Baguio spinach. So on one occasion when I had a court interpreting job, I called in the State Library of New South Wales and research on this spinach. I learned that it is also called New Zealand spinach. I went away with photocopied material about the vegetable including some recipes of how to cook it.
I read most of all that this particular spinach should not be eaten raw. Why, because it is abundant in oxalates which could interfere with the absorption of calcium. Reading other materials on spinach, I read that one can benefit from it if it is cooked properly. One thing common with many recipes I read is to squeeze as much water from it after steaming it.
As this vegetable is hundredfold more abundant in my yard, I gave away heaps of these time and again to my church mates and also few neighbours who in turn also grew it in their yard. Funny, however, at a later stage, a few of them told me how this spinach grows uncontrollably in their yard that they had to kill it. I did not say anything. After all they have the liberty to do as they please in their backyard. My friend Goodie, however, since she was living on her own grew it in a pot and told me with satisfaction how she just cut few stems to cook. As for me, I just let it grow as they please in my yard giving most of it then to my sister-in-law who makes really beautiful quiche out of them.
As I grew tired of eating it steamed or in sinigang na isda or ginisang mungo, I explored other ways I can use it for cooking. So I have used it time and again in making omelette, quiche, spring rolls and later in making pizza and gozleme.
Apparently, have I loved eating spinach? Yes, by compulsion. I regularly eat spinach now-- that I feel all sorts of pain in my body and weakening of my knees.
So I make time to pick it from my garden once or twice a week, go through the tedious chore of selecting only the nicest leaves, washing each individual leaf in running water till I could not see any more grain of soil in the basin that collects the water from the tap. Afterwards, I store them in the fridge or even freezer by batch so that I could just take them out when I need it.
As I happily work in my spinach station, I always tell my mother (who technically does not eat this as she is on warfarin), it is important for me to eat spinach because Popeye eats it. If I don’t how could I win over the Brutuses in my life.
As my mother does not seem to have any idea of what I am talking about, I always repeat myself and say... you know Popeye as I sing Popeye’s theme song...
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Me Singing to Myself Billy Joel's Just the Way You Are
I watched all the programs there were to watch on TV. Surprisingly enough I did not sleep in front of TV. Probably because I drank too much caffeine, so I started writing on my blog. I also made this video where I sang my favourite song of Billy Joel called Just the Way You Are. Preferably, I would want Brett to sing it to me because I want him to give me the assurance that it is okay to leave my greying hair as it is. Unfortunately, Brett could not sing the way Billy Joel sings this song, so I gave it a go singing it to myself. I want to give me the assurance that black or grey, I should like myself, be happy with myself and love myself. Furthermore, I should also be kind to myself and just relax, and to stop striving to achieve. Why? Because there there is a time for everything...
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to save, a time spend
A time to work, a time to rest
A time to study, a time to play
A time to relax and just sit under the sun
And watch life goes by---
And by the same token,
enjoy it no matter what happens
Come what may...
I am pretty confident I did not have wasted years. When it was time for me to study, I studied. I followed the advice of my parents. And by the grace of God, I think I have given the best shot of all there is about living my life year after year. So I am telling myself again and again...it is time to relax and take things easy.
I included in this video my most favourite photos which my family took and also pictures of the sky I took myself during one lazy late noon of autumn 2011
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to save, a time spend
A time to work, a time to rest
A time to study, a time to play
A time to relax and just sit under the sun
And watch life goes by---
And by the same token,
enjoy it no matter what happens
Come what may...
I am pretty confident I did not have wasted years. When it was time for me to study, I studied. I followed the advice of my parents. And by the grace of God, I think I have given the best shot of all there is about living my life year after year. So I am telling myself again and again...it is time to relax and take things easy.
I included in this video my most favourite photos which my family took and also pictures of the sky I took myself during one lazy late noon of autumn 2011
Loving Myself Just the Way I Am Over the Years
I celebrated my 2011 birthday on November 21st. I felt good reading through the birthday greetings of family and friends on my facebook and on also on my inbox. Two people greeted me Happy 21st. Ahh... I wish I could always stay as 21. However this is far, far away from reality. As years go by, I grow older and older. My hair declares it. With each passing year I know my head will soon be grey. My siblings were so concerned about my greying hair. They said it’s time to dye it. A lady doctor with whom I worked occasionally at the Outpatient, Blacktown Hospital when I was still working even prescribed to me a type of dye that is non- allergenic, ie after I told her I have strong reservation in dyeing my hair because of my allergenic makeup, so to speak. A young doctor friend prescribed to me a hair dye of plant origin called Henna which Indians normally use to colour their hair.
I have not taken on board any of these suggestions. Part of me is saying I could not wait till I turn 60. If my hair is coloured, how would I look like 60? With a few strands of grey hair, two young men had even given up their seats for me in the train and in the bus. When they did, however, I grieved a little bit inside: My, am I too old now to be given this kind of chivalry? I never had this experienced since I came to Australia. At the same time, however, I felt glad because of the comfort of commuting being seated rather than standing.
Why do I want to be 60? Simple, I will be officially a holder of a senior’s card. What’s the big deal about it? Technically, I could avail of all the discounts a senior’s card holder is entitled to. On the second thought, I told myself, Why, i could always use my mother’s senior card anyway as she is always with me whenever I go shopping..
Ageing is inevitable as the years go by. It is a normal course of life. I told to myself—black or grey—I should love myself just the way I am. I should not worry too much about my hair colour more than I should about my health. When I read through all the signs of ageing in medical terms from the organismic level down to the cellular and molecular levels, whoa, I worry somehow. I could not imagine being in the hospital treated for complications of diabetes which I now have or for a possible stroke or heart attack or a fall. I am scared to death to go to a hospital.
I could see some signs of deterioration. I spilled grains of coffee on the table. Whenever I do, I told my mother. My! I am growing older. All the years I worked in the laboratory I never had any chemical spillage or glassware breakages. NEVER! Everything was perfect. My supervisor even commended me for this. I had perfect muscle coordination. I could even dissect out without the aid of the microscope organs of insects. Now, I am like you and Father when he was still alive.
What could I do? Nothing, except to accept the fact that everybody grows old, older and older as years go by. So I would not feel too bad and disappointed about ageing, all I have to do is to think about its positives. For me, it means slowing down and having more time to relax, to sit under the sun and watch life go by. I was once young and full of energy. I worked very hard to achieve the state I am now in. I would not like to go back and be 21 again. My! What was I doing when I was 21? Struggling very hard to establish a career! Endlessly studying to earn more university degrees and earn a promotion at work. Yes I worked day and night. I did not even had time to watch TV or go to a theatre, that sometimes people regarded me as coming from another planet, not knowing the names and faces of famous celebrities in the world of cinema and popular music. I always tell my mother, I couldn’t imagine staying up to watch TV. I had never done this in my whole life until now. That’s why when I was talking to a 21 year old friend who wanted to be 16 again. I strongly told her, not for me! I would not like to take again all those school examinations. I do not like to have nightmares of failing my mathematics or physics examinations. I am finished with all these.
Furthermore, rather than worry about the greying of my hair or the lines on my forehead and the wrinkles on my hands, I thought I should concentrate on successful ageing. That is, to stay as healthy as possible by eating well and doing a bit of exercise and at the same time exercising and sharpening still further my cognitive functions. Needless to say, I should also maintain a healthy relationship between God and myself, as well as others.
The above I know is easier said than done. However, it is worth a try by discipline, determination and dependence on the grace of God.
I have not taken on board any of these suggestions. Part of me is saying I could not wait till I turn 60. If my hair is coloured, how would I look like 60? With a few strands of grey hair, two young men had even given up their seats for me in the train and in the bus. When they did, however, I grieved a little bit inside: My, am I too old now to be given this kind of chivalry? I never had this experienced since I came to Australia. At the same time, however, I felt glad because of the comfort of commuting being seated rather than standing.
Why do I want to be 60? Simple, I will be officially a holder of a senior’s card. What’s the big deal about it? Technically, I could avail of all the discounts a senior’s card holder is entitled to. On the second thought, I told myself, Why, i could always use my mother’s senior card anyway as she is always with me whenever I go shopping..
Ageing is inevitable as the years go by. It is a normal course of life. I told to myself—black or grey—I should love myself just the way I am. I should not worry too much about my hair colour more than I should about my health. When I read through all the signs of ageing in medical terms from the organismic level down to the cellular and molecular levels, whoa, I worry somehow. I could not imagine being in the hospital treated for complications of diabetes which I now have or for a possible stroke or heart attack or a fall. I am scared to death to go to a hospital.
I could see some signs of deterioration. I spilled grains of coffee on the table. Whenever I do, I told my mother. My! I am growing older. All the years I worked in the laboratory I never had any chemical spillage or glassware breakages. NEVER! Everything was perfect. My supervisor even commended me for this. I had perfect muscle coordination. I could even dissect out without the aid of the microscope organs of insects. Now, I am like you and Father when he was still alive.
What could I do? Nothing, except to accept the fact that everybody grows old, older and older as years go by. So I would not feel too bad and disappointed about ageing, all I have to do is to think about its positives. For me, it means slowing down and having more time to relax, to sit under the sun and watch life go by. I was once young and full of energy. I worked very hard to achieve the state I am now in. I would not like to go back and be 21 again. My! What was I doing when I was 21? Struggling very hard to establish a career! Endlessly studying to earn more university degrees and earn a promotion at work. Yes I worked day and night. I did not even had time to watch TV or go to a theatre, that sometimes people regarded me as coming from another planet, not knowing the names and faces of famous celebrities in the world of cinema and popular music. I always tell my mother, I couldn’t imagine staying up to watch TV. I had never done this in my whole life until now. That’s why when I was talking to a 21 year old friend who wanted to be 16 again. I strongly told her, not for me! I would not like to take again all those school examinations. I do not like to have nightmares of failing my mathematics or physics examinations. I am finished with all these.
Furthermore, rather than worry about the greying of my hair or the lines on my forehead and the wrinkles on my hands, I thought I should concentrate on successful ageing. That is, to stay as healthy as possible by eating well and doing a bit of exercise and at the same time exercising and sharpening still further my cognitive functions. Needless to say, I should also maintain a healthy relationship between God and myself, as well as others.
The above I know is easier said than done. However, it is worth a try by discipline, determination and dependence on the grace of God.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
I got my first basket of potatoes..
This is my first basket of potatoes. The basket on the right contains baby potatoes which I will throw back in the garden.
This is the Christmas record of Richard and Karen Carpenters which I was listening to as I worked in the garden
Yesterday, I was not able to do all the work I want to do in the garden in the morning because my Mum and I went out with Daisy who gave us a lunch treat.
After I watched a midday movie, I thought it would not be a bad idea to do some gardening so I would not have a great backlog. So I would be inspired while working I put on the phonograph Carpenters Christmas Portrait and turned its volume up.
I added compost to one of the garden beds I made after all the construction work at the extension of the house and which I particularly made to grow chillies. I also started pulling out weeds when I caught sight of two potato plants which just grew possibly from the potato peelings I threw in the garden bed. The plants were overgrown and were unsightly. I thought these would just overcrowd and deprived the chillies nutrients so I pulled them out mercilessly.
To my surprise, few potatoes of different sizes started rolling down from the sloping garden bed. I dug out for more potatoes and found more and more potatoes. Oh, WoW! I was not expecting I would have this many potatoes. The soil in this garden bed was not as good as the soil which the tradespeople used with the broken concrete to construct an elevated driveway. I was not thinking the potato plants would have tubers because the soil I used to make this garden bed was from the soil dug outside so I could grow Swan River daisies next to my fence. In fact I asked the man whom I paid to dig this out to just throw the heap in the bin. He advised me however to keep the soil.
I heeded his advice. After all, the man was the brother of the agriculturist old man who used to work for me. It paid off listening to veteran gardeners or agriculturists. I got my first basket of potatoes effortless in my entire career in gardening. Yippee!
Friday, November 11, 2011
It's Showering Purple Blooms ...
November-- the month when my huge jacaranda tree starts showering purple blooms in my front yard. I think this is one beautiful episode in my garden. Instead of snow flakes, I have purple flakes all about me in my little world.
I get so amazed year after year with this phenomenon. That's why as always during this time of the year, I usually step out of my front door in the morning. Oh, wow! So amazing-- because all I can hear is silence and the thumping of my heart. And all I can see is my towering jacaranda tree as it dances gently with the morning breeze. This is one kind of a priceless moment indeed!
I lingered for awhile and just watched my jacaranda tree shower my yard with its purple blooms. What a lovely thing to watch as every bloom that falls add up to the purple-ness of my lawn. I told to myself, it won't be much longer. I’d be counting each day and hopefully when my birthday comes, I might be walking on a totally purple ground. Yay!! It was good I had already called the mowing guy to cut the grass two weeks ago, hence, his machine would not disturb the stillness of the purple bloom.
I whispered to God once more how happy I am for His gift to me on my birth month year after year. I also thank Him for the strikingly beautiful blessing.
As each bloom falls to the ground, I think of one blessing after another God gives to me day after day, year after year. I could not count them all. He is someone who gives generously and not grudgingly. ...How could I ever thank Him enough?
Just then in the midst of my sweet meditations of Him, a bird flew by. Did I hear it sing a song? I thought I did. Or was it my heart singing a song of praise to Him?
Yes, it was my heart singing Alleuia, alleuia...
God alone deserves my praise, my highest praise. Praise you Father... bless you Jesus...thank you Holy Spirit for being here with me.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Rain, thunderstorm and De-cluttering with a plus
A weird weather this week-- rain and thunderstorms with interludes of sunshine throughout this week. I thought I should really be welcoming this kind of weather because I am compelled to stay indoors most of the time as I get mountains of chores to do. The main thing is to clear the clutter from both my house and its extension.
As I went through my files, I find it quite hard as always to let go, but then I keep reminding myself I could not cling forever to stuff. I was glad to find the printouts of my early web pages about dust mites and my Christian webpage called Reaching out... touching you. I wish I still had these web pages up and running.
While I know that one of my strong characteristic is faithfulness, I’m afraid this isn’t true with my extra-curricular activities so to speak. I was challenged to do my early web pages only because I wanted to see whether I could do them from scratch using the HTML language. When I got them up and running on the internet, I maintained them awhile for a few years and then just let them slip off from my agenda.
I was glad to find these pages in my file. I decided to keep them. Having done this however, I told myself the second time I should learn to let go if I indeed want to de-clutter. If not easy to achieve, I feel like it will take me ages, by the same token, to achieve this, though—as I often get stuck reminiscing details associated with even a single note from a friend. I assured myself it is okay.
Looking at what I had done each time give me some pleasure. I’ll sure get there sooner or later—particularly in days of weird weather of rain and thunderstorms.
These are my new bookcases. On top of them are two large scale paintings of my brother Nimrod. During moments I could not go out in the garden, I take delight looking when take a break.
During interludes of sunshine, I go out in the garden and take photos of beautiful blooms such as the following:
This is the Chrysanthemum my sister Merle gave our mother last Mother's Day. I transplanted it to a bigger pot. It died back. Thank God, it is blooming now.
Merle's husband gave this hippeastrum to me since I bought my house. The bulb seemed to be temperamental. I had transplanted it in different spots in my garden. It seems to be doing very well in my bed of roses under the crepe myrtle tree. I hope they grow in mass soon.
This is the nth time I took a picture of this bloom in my garden. I could not help it as it is so beautiful.
You might wonder why I added a plus in my title. The plus is the interlude of sunshine and the beauty of my garden after the rain
As I went through my files, I find it quite hard as always to let go, but then I keep reminding myself I could not cling forever to stuff. I was glad to find the printouts of my early web pages about dust mites and my Christian webpage called Reaching out... touching you. I wish I still had these web pages up and running.
While I know that one of my strong characteristic is faithfulness, I’m afraid this isn’t true with my extra-curricular activities so to speak. I was challenged to do my early web pages only because I wanted to see whether I could do them from scratch using the HTML language. When I got them up and running on the internet, I maintained them awhile for a few years and then just let them slip off from my agenda.
I was glad to find these pages in my file. I decided to keep them. Having done this however, I told myself the second time I should learn to let go if I indeed want to de-clutter. If not easy to achieve, I feel like it will take me ages, by the same token, to achieve this, though—as I often get stuck reminiscing details associated with even a single note from a friend. I assured myself it is okay.
Looking at what I had done each time give me some pleasure. I’ll sure get there sooner or later—particularly in days of weird weather of rain and thunderstorms.
These are my new bookcases. On top of them are two large scale paintings of my brother Nimrod. During moments I could not go out in the garden, I take delight looking when take a break.
During interludes of sunshine, I go out in the garden and take photos of beautiful blooms such as the following:
This is the Chrysanthemum my sister Merle gave our mother last Mother's Day. I transplanted it to a bigger pot. It died back. Thank God, it is blooming now.
Merle's husband gave this hippeastrum to me since I bought my house. The bulb seemed to be temperamental. I had transplanted it in different spots in my garden. It seems to be doing very well in my bed of roses under the crepe myrtle tree. I hope they grow in mass soon.
This is the nth time I took a picture of this bloom in my garden. I could not help it as it is so beautiful.
You might wonder why I added a plus in my title. The plus is the interlude of sunshine and the beauty of my garden after the rain
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