If there’s one thing I am, it’s a sentimental packrat. It was only a few years ago when I actually tried doing something about it, which meant letting go of tangible objects that meant a lot to me, to practice the idea that memory is enough.
It took 10 days for me to convince Mom that Harry was old enough to take a bath. Since he was only three months old, we were paranoid about him shivering and catching a cold (in short, we were so afraid that giving him a bath would kill him) but we decided that he had to experience the water at an early age to get used to it in the future.
We should have known that even when he was still a kitten, Harry was a sneaky one. In fact, his sneaky sensibility found himself trapped between soda crates in our house on the late evening of 14 August 2010. He was three months old.
Our dogs were crazy then, trying to claw at the crates in the hopes of getting at him. Harry was crying so loud that we couldn’t help but shoo away the dogs, remove the crates and rescue what would be our newest pet and feline love.
Tito Manny is a childhood friend of my grandmother (Mama) from the 1950s, and one of the original residents of Horseshoe. Every time we pay him a visit in his ancestral home (having been living in Chicago for several decades, he only comes home around thrice a year), I get all nostalgic because his house is full of lovely retro eyegasms.
During one of our visits to him in August 2010 (more of a despedida + birthday dinner for him), I brought my camera in the hopes of photographing his home’s retro beauty.
When he was younger, Tito Manny was a member of a prestigious dance group, the Bayanihan - Philippine National Folk Dance Company. He would sometimes tell stories of how he got to travel around the world and dance.
As homes are a reflection of the people who live in them, Tito Manny’s house looks like the home of an artist to me - swirling colors of murano glass, dizzying sea green tiles, and skirting wood patterns.
Of course, an artist’s home is never complete without some outdoor greenery; Tito Manny has the most poignant little white flowers I have ever seen, even in the evening. Even they seem poised and ready to pirouette.
I envy those who live, breathe, eat and work Creatives. Right now, I’m stuck in an okay yet safe place professionally, when really, in my heart I know I want to just take that leap and pray I don’t die in the process. But I’m afraid it’s too late to do so.
This isn’t really a Valentine’s thing, because we agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t celebrate “Hallmark-initiated” holidays. However, I still think dedicating this song to you is quite apt, especially after a wonderful weekend of forward-thinking and planning (particularly tonight’s conversation).
Here’s to last-minute massages, more mix CDs dedicated to each other, and of course, to the Future (our very own).