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Season of Peppers 2017

I’ve let this go.  I’m never home!  But when I am, it’s precious time and it’s usually spent with mom and/or a turtle.  So nothing much on the house front to report other than the garden.  So here you go – an update for the first 10 months of 2017.

The grapevines have made a miraculous comeback from being completely chopped down last fall.  But the only other thing I had time to plant this year was a single Asian Eggplant – which, to my amazement – bore fruit!

Mom, on the other hand, basically took all the seeds from the various peppers in her Bicol express that she made for Kuya Michael over the course of the spring/summer, and threw them in the ground.  And lo’ and behold – a ridiculously bountiful harvest.


Life will find a way.  We persist.


Crabfest 2016

The weather gods were kind – this year’s crabfest fell on easily the most beautiful day of the year.  Sunny, but a light breeze.  The theme this year, as increasingly with every year, it seems, was kids.  We have Helena visiting from Houston.  She was very helpful with set up and overall child control:

Prior experience indicated that most would gather inside and in the front porch, then slowly move their way to the back.  Of course the exact opposite happened this year, but it didn’t seem to matter to anyone either way…just to me who had to set up the delicious Whiskey Mango Foxtrot cocktail in the usual bay window spot.

Of course I never got around to taking pictures, but here is a cute one of Patrick Pennington, taking a break out front.

Margaret and the twins came late, so while I ran out of crab, I did manage to take a picture of the “leftovers.”

Winners of the day: mom’s spam musubi.  They never made it to the table, people kept taking them as they were being made. 😝

The fresh caught mahi-mahi, care of Will and Jessica was out of this world.

Margo’s chocolate rum cake was excellent as ever.

Homemade cassava from Ate Vi also made a strong showing, with half of one going to Taeko for her own consumption at a later date.

Kaipua stayed in her basking dock for most of the day. Seemingly unphased by the over 50 people invading her usually quiet world.  We closed out with kanikapila.  And the headache I had since Tuesday magically went away.  An all around perfect day.

Any Day Now…

The iris bulbs have sprouted – spring is coming!!!!  One day.

Mischief Managed

We’ve taken on some wonderful movie marathons over the years here at Casa Mison Fulay.  Some obvious ones – Twilight.  Die Hard.  Lord of the Rings.  The Hunger Games.  Indiana Jones.  The Cutting Edge.  (Yes, there were four of them.)

But given the Harry Potter saga was a monumental eight movies long, we had broke it up.  With a viewing of one every few months, interspersed with other marathons and activities, it took us about 3 years.  Well as of last night, the quest is now complete!

Many thanks to my partners in crime, Alisha and Jeff.  Looking forward to making our way through the remainder or our movie marathon ideas!

Twelfth Night 2016

Mussels. Fries. Lumpia. Pancit. Boozy punch.  Glow in the dark animals. Mission accomplished.


Merry Christmas! 

Amelia helped decorate the tree, Matteo helped string up the patio lights.  It was a fabulous noche buena feast of tinola, queso de bola, sapin-sapin and lumpia.

Overall, a great start to the Christmas Season.  Annual mochi making at Taeko’s tomorrow and M3 arrives from Philadelphia!  Friends, family, food – what else could one ask for at Christmas time?

But I did have a very moving moment earlier at the nursing home.  After we had served lunch, sang some carols and handed out gift bags, one woman asked me to help her get into the elevator. As I wheel her into her room, wish her a Merry Christmas and turn away, she reaches for my forearm and says, “Your hands are the hands of Jesus. Thank you and God bless. Please come see me tomorrow.”

I was shocked for two reasons – first, it was the clearest thing she had said all day.  I was having a hard time understanding her all afternoon.  She had asked for more cider, assistance with her shoe that kept coming off, we even went to the third floor because I thought that’s what she said when we first got in the elevator, just to be told by staff on that floor that she belonged on the second floor.  So the sudden clarity and lucidity of her words took me by surprise.

Secondly, because the priest at last night’s vigil specifically quoted Theresa of Avila in his sermon:

Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

Mercy brings us and everyone around us joy.  So I guess that’s the real meaning of Christmas.

I Woke Up Like This