It had rained the night before. The fog was thick and the air was cold against my face when I walked my kids to school this morning, but I was comfy in my black, fake leather jacket.  I opened my computer when I got home and found myself perusing the photos I had taken last summer. Bright and  cheerful images chased the gloom away from the corners of my mind.

My favorite picture. Isn’t she pretty? My lemonqueen sunflower. Last spring was the first time I ever planted a sunflower.  When summer came I was rewarded with not just one, but lots of golden beauties. My neighbors were drawn to it. Some of them stole a flower or two, which infuriated and delighted me at the same time. The product of my hardwork was simply irresistible. Jesus, my nextdoor neighbor,  always complimented them. They were my pride and joy.

The resident grasshopper. I sprayed him with a solution of water and detergent. It wasn’t good enough. Next I sprayed him with a water and chili pepper solution. Didn’t work. So I said, “OK, you can stay. Just don’t eat too much or i’ll squash you with a rock.”

Almost as big as a plate in diameter, mammoth sunflowers don’t last as long as the smaller lemonqueen variety. Their petals curl up just after two days of being fully unfurled. They start drooping. It’s probably because they’re heavy with seeds. They’re not the best variety to plant if you want to attract birds to your garden. Nobody even bothered to snack on their seeds. They must have been too tough and too big for tiny mouths.

By September my neighbor no longer said, “O, they’re so beautiful!” He just asked me, “What’s wrong with them? ” Autumn was coming and their time was up. I was feeling a bit sad to see them waste away. On a particularly hot day, as a sat by my daughter’s bedroom window, I heard a distinctly different bird sound. Not the usual house sparrow bird call. They seemed to be coming from my dying sunflowers. Six birds were hanging upside down, feasting on the seeds of my wilted lemonqueens. It was a feeding frenzy! They were not just house sparrows or house finches. They were American Goldfinches! But wait? I was puzzled why they were gray instead of  bright yellow green. I found out that the American Goldfinch starts molting in the late summer. Their bright yellow green feathers start turning gray. Wouldn’t it be nice to have watched them in their more colorful attire?

It warms my heart to know that I have given God’s tiny creatures some moments of excitement and satiety. I’ll be planting lemonqueens again this coming spring.

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April and pink trees gone

Purple Jacarandas

Reign in May

snow in winter

warm sunshines

purple rain

Above is  one of the prettier pictures I took during an April trip to Descanso Gardens in Pasadena, CA. My friend, Gina, in a pink wide-brimmed hat, is seated on the grass, flashing a smile that’s as fragile as the pink double petals of the kwanzan cherry tree. She likes to visit and admire flower gardens every spring with that heavy camera of hers. Last year she convinced me and other friends to go to the Flower Fields in Carlsbad, San Diego. This year it’s Descanso. Next year she’s thinking of the wild poppy fields of Lancaster.  She lugs her cumbersome equipment everywhere she goes: the market, the church, the laundry, and her work. She’s starting to feel back pains. Her pictures are beautiful even though she doesn’t give a hoot about the technical workings of her gadget. She’s filled up her computer storage with photos and hasn’t earned a penny from all the effort. It’s never fun to be everybody’s official photographer. You’re always out of the picture. I had to push hard to get her to pose for me.

Rupert, my son, is busy clicking away. I lent him my old point-and-shoot camera for the day. My son and my husband share a trait that irritates me to the high heavens. They can’t seem to find the things they need. Then they come to me with that helpless tone in their voice and I’m supposed to understand that they want me to look for whatever it is that they can’t find for themselves. I’ve told my son again and again that if he keeps it up, he’s going to turn into a pineapple someday. There’s this Philippine legend about the origin of the pineapple. Once there was a girl who was too lazy to look for the stuff  she needed . She always asked her mother to do it for her. One day her mom got so mad that she blurted out: I wish you had a lot of eyes so you’ll always find whatever you’re searching for. The next day  the girl was gone and in her place was a pineapple, a fruit that was covered with “eyes”.  I don’t want my son to transform into a pineapple, but maybe he’ll get “more eyes” if he uses the camera more often. Maybe he’ll be more observant. That is my hope.

It was a nice warm spring day. These flowers made me think of  Magnolia Ube-Langka icecream.

The heat wasn’t so bad. Thanks to all the tall trees around. This is one of my favorite pictures, taken while I was riding the kiddie train. Wouldn’t it be nice to lay a blanket on the grass and have a picnic? Or just sleep? Or maybe read a book? Beautiful.

Sunny side up eggs! As flat and as tiny as quarters. These were just minor flowers. Noboby paid them much attention. I thought they were cute.

A friend kept telling me that I should have gone to her house if I just wanted to take pictures of camellias. I curbed my annoyance and went on with my business. Yes, a camellia is very common, but that doesn’t subtract from its beauty. When I had chosen  the most picture-perfect bloom, I couldn’t help showering it with praises. “You are so symmetrical!”  I said over and over, a line I borrowed from Adrian Monk.

At the Chaparral Trail. It’s a bunny! It’s a rabbit! No, it’s a hare! These kids were arguing about the brown furry creature darting in the underbrush.

This picture was taken by my son. Isn’t there an impressionist painting that looks like this? There’s something about a mommy duck swimming with her ducklings behind her that makes me smile. Sometimes a curious baby ducky  takes too much time exploring among the lily pads and gets left behind. When she raises her head, her mom and siblings are nowhere to be seen.  In a panic she paddles with all her might to catch up with them, but she’s just not fast enough. So she pulls her feet out of the water and runs fast as lightning on the surface of the pond. Amazing! Just like jesus.

They’re not as beautiful, not as perfect, and not as popular as the rose. They don’t inspire as much poetry, romance, and seduction, but I’d really rather be smelling the lilacs. Roses are too much, too heady for me. Lilac fragrance is subtle and delicate. You smell one bunch and you just want to keep on sniffing. Like a dog. My behaviour must have puzzled my daughter. And wanting to understand what i was doing, she also went from bush to bush, grabbing bunches of purple flowers, burying her head among them and  inhaling deeply. Notice that her eyes are closed. She must have been enjoying herself immensely.  I want to make another pilgrimage to Descanso next spring. I will get lost in the lilac garden and have myself an olfactory feast.

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The best things in life are not always free. Sometimes they’re cheap. Like that kite up there. It only cost me .99 cents at the 99 Cents Store. Flying it at the beach – priceless. I’m starting to sound like a credit card ad here, but it’s the truth.

It’s automatic. A grin pops up on your face when you look up at the kite you’re flying. Somehow, the thin string that connects you to that glorious, soaring thing in the sky makes you feel one with it. Flying a kite makes me feel birdlike. It lifts my spirit off the ground.

And while I stand there, filled with awe, my toes digging in the sand, and my neck stiff from craning backward, I would silently recall the lines of a poem that, as an eight-year-old, I had recited for Ms. Cajelo, my stick-wielding second grade teacher.

I often sit and wish that I

Could be a kite up in the sky.

And ride upon the breeze and go,

Whichever way I chance to blow.

Then I could look beyond the town,

And see the river winding down,

And follow all the ships that sail

Like me before a merry gale,

Until at last, with them I come

To some place with a foreign name.

When I see my kids enjoy it as much as I do, that’s an added bonus. I give myself a pat on the back. I’m a good parent.

Have a closer look at my little girl’s face below. She’s holding a string. That’s the first time she ever flew a kite. And she knows exactly what I’m talking about.

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They’re gonna bury you today. I can’t be there to pay my last respects. Good thing everyone has left the house, sugar dad to work and the kids to school. I can bleat like a sheep for as loud and as long as I want without any curious little voices asking me what’s wrong.

I have put on my one-and-only, faded purple shirt. I have a picture of a purple flower, picked from my neighbor’s garden when no one was looking, and I’ve posted it just right up there. That’s for you, Jess. Purple for the pancreatic cancer that you battled bravely for two short years.

Here I go again. I’m starting to feel it rising up my chest. Any second now the waterworks will be turned on. I’ve been feeling like a weepy drama queen since last Saturday night, when I suspected that you had died. I shouldn’t be like this, you know. You’re not even a best friend, or a close relative. You’re just a so-so friend, whom I haven’t seen or heard from for close to fifteen years. Then came facebook…and we got reconnected. I suppose now we’re disconnected again. But you left me something valuable. I have copied and saved our facebook message thread below. It will go into a special part of my memory box.

Between Jessi Catedrilla-Palmares and You

Veronica Illenberger Baylon September 7, 2009 at 9:56am

kumusta ang imo mga tests, jess? I hope they were ok.

Jessi Catedrilla-Palmares September 8, 2009 at 6:12am

Chiqui! Ulihi ka na imo ya! Ga-paspasanay na di, wala ka pa ya kapanginlaman! hahaha! They came back with liver lesions and a few lymph node involvements so they staged it at St IV (bisan isa lang ka lymph node ara, it’s a stage IV) but I’m not gonna be put out by any “stage” or whatever. It’s all up to Him this time and I’ve offered up everything to Him. Through Mama Mary, I know I’ll be heard. So, pitch in a prayer for me too, OK? I started chemo last week. Will get it every 2 weeks for a couple of months then we check the scan again. Thanks for being there….it really makes a difference in how I see life everyday, knowing I have friends who care. Take it easy…

Veronica Illenberger Baylon September 8, 2009 at 10:39am

Jess, I’m so sorry.I feel so bad for your kids. It must be hard for them. But I know you don’t want people to feel bad for you. Sige I’ll pray for you and your family.

Jessi Catedrilla-Palmares September 8, 2009 at 12:18pm

Thanks, Chiq! The kids have been resilient through all of this. They keep praying . They keep my spirits up coz they’re so positive. The little one doesn’t understand. But the three have been so positive throughout this whole ordeal. Thanks…I’ll need those prayers.

Veronica Illenberger Baylon September 16, 2009 at 5:42am

jess, I read about Patrick Swayze. remembered you and said a little prayer for you n your family. i hope you will always be beautiful.  sometimes, no, make it most of the time, I get irritated by your status updates that are oozing with sunshine (that’s just the way I am-vinegary). but whenever I find myself overwhelmed and defeated by my pretty problems, I think -Why can’t I be as positive as Jessi?  you are my sunshine, I guess. God put me in touch with you to remind me that I should be thankful I’m as healthy as a horse. I have nothing to complain about. Thank you. I hope God will not take away my sunshine. Be healthy, OK?

Jessi Catedrilla-Palmares September 17, 2009 at 4:52pm

hahaha! As usual, you crack me up! It’s not always easy putting that smile on my face. I have to face the mirror some days and talk myself through it like I’m talking to a friend. It’s mostly easier said than done, especially on days when I’m not feeling so swell. However, it’s always mind over body. Keep me in your prayers—I need them more now than ever. Sometimes, my emotions get the better of me too. Those are the times I need your prayers. I can’t allow myself some slack emotionally…I give myself time to cry but I do want to appreciate every moment. And it’s hard when you’re depressed. Thanks, Chiq!

Veronica Illenberger Baylon April 25 at 3:18am

Jess, naano ka na? Why r all these people saying “I will miss you” ? It’s 3 AM, I was just about to sleep after watching a movie. I checked FB on my phone for the last time n I saw all those messages for u on your wall. I hope u r still hanging on in there. I hope my worst fears are wrong. My god! I’m so upset now. I don’t think I can sleep. Jess, please be there.

Sent via Facebook Mobile

Veronica Illenberger Baylon April 28 at 1:20pm

my god, jessi mae! nasubuan gid ko sang tanan nga posts about your funeral. i know you can’t read this, but i’m writing to you just the same. I don’t really want to make any wall posts about my real feelings, but right now tears are streaming down my face. I can’t believe you are gone. I always thought you’d beat this cancer crap, that’s why, though we were never close friends, the news of your death hit me hard. I keep expecting you to respond to this email right away. that’s how you are. u respond right away. and now there’s nobody there at the other end. it doesn’t matter. i will keep writing to you because it comforts me to do so.

and to think I was thinking of writing to you to suggest that you eat lots of cabbages because they have the best and most effective cancer-fighting chemicals. I don’t know if i did send that email. maybe I deleted it. You must have been at the ICU at that time. I will miss you.

Tiny leaves spread out

Embracing the sun

Why do plants

Do their growing

When we’re not watching?

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alternative solution to real estate difficulties

There’s a lot of that kind of question in my bulk mail these days. Many people we know have lost their homes or are in the process of leaving their homes.  That’s really sad.  Times like these call for desperate measures.  You need Chinese “pampasuerte”.  You may not be a firm believer in these feng shui lucky charms (like me), but what the heck — when you’re in a quandary, you need all the help you can get.  

Years ago I gave my Chinese friend an elephant figurine. She claims it brought her luck. She was able to buy a house.  So this year, she returned the favor.  We met at Chinatown during Chinese New Year and she presented me with a cute,white elephant figurine. So much nicer than what I got for her. She told me that it might help me buy a house. Nice thought. I’m looking forward to the good fortune it brings.   The elephant is a also a house guardian.  It keeps your home safe.  If you know people  with real estate  problems,  give them an elephant figurine (make sure that its trunk is upturned). If it doesn’t work its magic, at least your thoughtfulness can cheer them up.  

“Returns lips to near virgin quality”

This lip balm is for the bigot who’s ultra nice in front of you, but has bad things to say when you turn your back. 

“For Liars, Cheaters, and Wrongdoers.”

“Formulated to soothe guilty conscience and kill sins on contact…

Save yourself, save others.  Blue Q is the World Leader in Sin Removal Products.”

Sinners are everywhere. This towellete’s sin-washing qualities will surely come in handy  for bigots who have appointed themselves to the position of assistant to the saviour .   Just one touch and BAM! We’re no longer scarlet but white as snow.

“Guaranteed to help you be worthy and get noticed by the king of kings.”

I want to give this to bigots who have an irrevocable reservation in the heavenly mansion.  Many are the times when I don’t feel so beautiful, but they need this more than I do.  This kit contains a mirror , lip balm, and hand cream – all the things needed to prettify themselves for that final trip to the kingdom.

This is for me. No, I’m not a bigot. I’m not even religious. I just feel that I need this one.  Too bad it’s a refrigerator magnet.  It’d be nice if  they had this design in pin-back buttons.  That way I can wear this around like an amulet to ward off the negative vibes that religious bigots exude.

The last item above is for the bigot who has taken on the task of vanquishing evil.  When the beast learns that he’s got a religious  bigot for a neighbor.. Pooff!  He’ll disappear in the wink of an eye. 

What should be the first thing to do  when you get a disturbing dream that features a killer and two dead bodies?

The morning after, before you even attempt to make a psychological analysis, you go to the lotto station or your local jueteng bookie and make a bet.  It is important that the dream is fresh when you do it.  Dreams that you feel are significant to you could be very lucky in the numbers game.

“Aunt Sally’s Policy Players’ Dream Book” (above) is an indispensable reference tool in this undertaking.  It contains a list of objects and situations that you might find in your dreams.  Each item has a corresponding number.  So if you see a killer and two dead bodies in your sleep, check out their numbers in the book and use them when you buy your lotto.

Back in Dumangas, when I was younger, a kubrador (bookie, bet collector) would stop by my grandmother’s bakery every afternoon.  She’d check to see if anybody wanted to play the Deely Dubul (Daily Double/local jueteng).  The employees would then start talking about the dreams they had the night before.  It could be anything from shit, teeth falling off, weddings, bagat (evil in the form of an animal), etc.  The kubrador always had a number for it.  Next they would talk about the recent winners who won by betting on their dream numbers.  I wonder why I never had the slightest interest in it before.

Last year was the first time I started playing the lotto (matindi ang pangangailangan). I did it everyday but never won a cent.  That was also when I began wishing that I had bought the dream book I had seen being sold on the sidewalk of De Leon St.  in downtown Iloilo. Just before I got married (OMG! ten years ago), I was on my way to Shanghai Store when I spotted a withered hag squatting beside a large kalalaw (woven square tray) full of strange and colorful wares. I stoped to look at them.  There were white, yellow, and black crystals; lapad (wide) bottles filled with tiny roots, oil, and colorful crosses; bronze amulets; tiny prayer booklets; and pamphlets on different topics.  Among those pamphlets was a dream book.  I thought to myself that this must be the kubrador’s bible. 

I should have bought that book ten years ago.  If I had, maybe I’d be a millionaire by now.  Lately I’ve been contemplating whether I should purchase  ”Aunt Sally’s Policy Players’ Dream Book”   over the internet.  I really really want to. However, there was something in the seller’s website  that held me back. The site was called “Hoodoo in Theory and Practice” . 

Hoodoo. Voodoo. Black Magic. Occult. That can be scary.   I don’t want to be in league with the forces of darkness. I will have to be content with my lot in life.  Me-not rich, not poor, just okey.

While some might go on and on about how cool their ipods, iphones, or imacs are,  the thing that I really want to sing my praises to is not that sophisticated.  I just love it so much and use it all the time.  It’s a large, blue, flexible, plastic container that I got for five dollars at Target.  How homey and unexciting! (Yes, I suppose I need to go out more.)

Whenever I grip its two handles,  I feel at peace with myself. (You might say –What a load of crap!)  I know I sound pathetic, but it’s true.  In my mind I have this unspoken thought –I’m glad I bought this thing. It’s money well-spent.  I use it as a laundry basket.  And I never leave it unattended at the public  laundry room of our apartment.  It’s the best looking laundry basket that I’ve seen so far. Someone might steal it. My husband tells me in exasperation, “Who’s going to steal a laundry basket?!” You never know.

I use it as a bathtub for my two year old little girl.    She likes to splash and play with bubbles.  Now she can do it without having to use  the regular tub that needs too much water. 

It was an ice bucket for cold drinks when my son had a birthday party.

When I’m not using it, my children pile their toys in it and take it whereever they want to play.

Sometimes it’s a basket for carrying groceries out of the car to our apartment in the fourth floor.

It can be a train.  My baby would take my hand and  say,  ”Mami, too too.”  It means that she wants to play Choo choo train.  I put her inside and pull the thing around the living room while singing “All aboard the choo choo train. All aboard. All aboard.”

It’s also a boat. Baby girl points to it and say, “Mami, Meemoe.”  In she goes again while I get down on my tummy and start swimming on the floor.  I become a shark who wants to eat her up. (She calls all big fishes Meemoe, after Nemo the cartoon character.)

When baby’s being a bug and I want to make her disappear,  I turn it upside down and put it over her head. She transforms into a hermit crab and goes around the room saying, “Mami, whey aah you? Whey aah you, mami?” (Mommy, where are you? Where are you, mommy?)

Come June 17 our landlord will fix the waterpipes. There’ll be no water for a week from 9AM-5PM.  This fills me with dread.  We used to get into loud shouting matches with our previous landlord over unannounced water service interruptions.  It wouldn’t be so bad if my husband doesn’t need a ton of water to take a bath.  I need to prepare for this one. I need containers for storing water.  Wait, I already have one.