Dead Spot

Whenever I'm out of town, I'd call the house like crazy; maybe three or four times a day. I'd call to ask if my kids had already eaten, if everybody had come home, if they had locked the door. I call with such regularity that I don't even have to say hello, whoever picks up the phone, usually my son K, would automatically answer, "Hi Mom! S is sleeping. F is watching TV. E is at the computer."

While I was in Palawan last week, my calls were not only frequent, they also came with a ring of nervous anxiety. "Does E still have fever? S's rashes, how are they? Can you feel F's forehead to see if it's still hot?" I'm sure my son K got quite annoyed at one point.

Everything came to a halt when I suddenly found myself in a dead spot. We were at this beach, an hour or so from city proper, when suddenly, there was no signal, no bar! What's a praning mom supposed to do? Stop worrying. Hit the waves. Enjoy the day!





The sand was brownish but the water was very clear. And the waves, the waves were huge and ferociously relentless.





Walking down the beach was both calming and relaxing.





I could never not hit the water. The waves were just awesome. It felt great to play around with the waves, knowing I could never ever have the strength to not let go. It was refreshing to not be in control, sometimes.





Sunset at the beach with food and friends is just the best! Thank goodness for dead spots!