Lola Lomy

[ Tuesday, February 24, 2004 ]

My husband jests

The renovation process is up to a good start. Ely and I have come to terms as far as what needs to be done, finally. We have had contractor visits and we are awaiting cost estimates now. We have been shopping for furniture, looking at building materials and such, and it makes me happy. Like a child anticipating a brand new toy, I am excited and looking forward to our renovated home, the way I've planned it--it will be a brand new comfort zone. Please, God. . . that we maintain our health for a long time to enjoy it, with family and friends.

[ Tuesday, February 17, 2004 ]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Ely had his birthday yesterday. Happy birthday, sweetheart. Also, belated or not, to: Khristine & Christopher Briggs, Noot Eugenio, Conching Oyzon, Toni Rosal, Bobby Liwanag and Chet Barclay. May you have many more!

[ Saturday, February 14, 2004 ]

My Sons-in-law

I am lucky to have Jim and Curt in the Oyzon clan. They are good husbands, good fathers, and good sons-in-law. And even though Weez and Jim are splitting, Ely and I consider Jim as our son. We are sorry that their union is not working out, but they are both wonderful parents to our grand boys; and their decision, albeit a heartbreaking change, is surely noble and honest and in the long run a wise move. And I am glad that Weez and Jim will continue to be the best of friends. We love Jim and Curt, and probably my daughters could attest to the fact that I tend to side with the sons-in-law whenever there was a friendly argument (the we, against the Oyzons complex--they are strong-willed, these Oyzons, you know!). As far I am concerned (and I am sure Ely is, too), every get-together, every holiday is not the same if Jim will not be around. So Jim, you are always welcome--there will not be any changes in the Oyzon household. My love, all around!

[ Wednesday, February 11, 2004 ]

Relearning My Children’s Psyche

Never ceases to amaze me what my kids thoughts and feelings are, reading their blogs. No matter how many times we moved my children seemed to get acclimated easily and quickly, be it in school or meeting new friends. Or was it difficult for them? I was busy taking care of domestic matters, mainly seeing to family's material needs, that I honestly never perceived how they really felt about things. Looking back, rearing the kids was pretty much like I was reared: Children were supposed to do as they were told for their own good. I wish I could have been more open to their emotional needs; to be more sensitive to their feelings; to have listened more to their ideas. If I was to relive my life, I would not change a thing, except maybe for a chance to reacquaint myself and spend a special moment with each of my children, one on one; because as I write my memoir, I can't help but miss the times when they were small; or certain occasions, certain milestones in their lives I could have shared. When and how did they all grow to be what they have become (?)

[ Thursday, February 05, 2004 ]

Okay, Nain!

I woke up with the usual arthritic pains noticing that my (already) ugly hands are getting gnarled. I tell my friends they could use my hands in the [before] lotion commercials. A Filipino superstition: If you put your palms up, fingers side by side, against the light, and see light escaping through the cracks in between your fingers, it denotes you like to spend your money. The light pouring through is a symbol of your wealth slipping through your grasp. With my hands they way they are now, where has my money been going?