Home Alone
Sunday, September 30th, 2007not totally happy with being alone because I would have to care of many things.
I have to cook my own food. There are animals to take care. I have to clean the
house. And the list goes on. I’m used to being taken cared by my family. It’s like I’m a “prince”
in the house. It’s additional stress. I’m already tired from work and I would
still have to prepare the ingredients of my dinner and then cook it. After
eating dinner, I would have to wash the dishes. I wasn’t able to attend church service today because of low back pain
that goes all the way to my right buttock. I’m really physically tired. Another thing I don’t like with being alone is that my Mom would leave
a considerable stock of food in the ref. And I would have to cook more than
what I could consume because some of the stocks would be spoiled even if it’s
inside the ref. So there are times that I would have to eat the same meal twice
or thrice. Sana huwag masira yung dinaing na bangus kasi last year dinaing na
bangus din iniwan sa akin at nasira yung iba. The chickens are fine. I haven’t got a fight with the roosters. I’m
just worried with the cage because the flooring is already destroyed by rust. I
have no time and strength to repair it. Hay, I got to rest and hopefully I could do some ironing.