Rainy, Lazy Day

Every morning after breakfast, Tony and I have this ritual (not by choice, but by force of circumstances) at our terrace. With our piping-hot coffee, we read the morning papers, chat about some columns and the news, watch the birds that come to visit, then solve the puzzles. 

On Nov. 1, the rain was pitter-pattering on our roof and the wind was wafting softly. It’s the kind of weather that makes one lazy.  

Ah, but we had an assignment from Irene, a niece, who is in charge of our coming 78th clan reunion, happening at the end of the year. She sent t-shirts for us to wear for a video message. She also sent two mugs, which we decided to use as props while being shot. 

The only person available to do the task was Mother Teresa, who is as technologically challenged as Tony and I. And so we spoke our lines to the camera—a few, no, many times—but the videos turned out jerky and blurred. 

This went on for almost an hour (endless trials and errors), till son #3, who was rushing to somewhere, heard the ruckus and volunteered to do it with his camera. The video was done in 19 seconds and off he went. 

But the morning epic production was not all for naught. Mother Teresa’s experiment with the video button surprisingly turned out passable still shots. Here they are: 

As for the video, I sent it to Irene ("okay na okay!” she wrote) as soon as son #3 got back home. 

If you think we’re lazy, there are two others far lazier: Judge (left) and Attorney.

My LSS that day:  

“Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.”

By Robert Robinson (27 September 1735–9 June 1790)