Strange People on Ordinary Days
lost and found (#22) by Jeneen R. Garcia In between travels to some island or other, between deadlines and meetings and other must-do’s, there are the ordinary days. These are the days when I get off work early enough to catch the karinderya near my place still open, and on wonderful rainy evenings have hot soup for dinner instead of the usual late-night restaurant fare. The man there who gives me a discount at lunch (once, even feeding me for free) is replaced by his elderly sister who would frown at his habit, but who now likes to talk to me about politics and work while praying the rosary, and gives me P1 off the rice besides. As I near home, the three neighborhood cats come running towards me--an almost tomcat with an impressively loud ngiyaw , a purring female kitty-cat, and a cute but scaredy kitten--all looking for love (and perhaps a little food), rubbing against my legs as I try to walk. On ordinary days I don’t have leftovers, but I have more ti...