I can hardly contain my excitement.
We have I don't know how many channels on cable TV as well as an Internet connection which connects us to the entire world but, ironically enough, we don't have the most basic of necessities, water. Well, we do have water, of course, but it comes by the tankful, delivered every few days at the cost of I don't-care-to-calculate-how-much-anymore.
Folks who live in the south are quite familiar with this predicament.
And so, I am terribly excited that Maynilad is boring its way into our village, every loud report of the drill promising--if not an abundance--a continuous supply of water.
One of my frustrations at this tepid water situation is that I cannot do anything about the yard out front. It would be nice to make it verdant and green, but a beautiful garden needs a continuous supply of water. And so, with water in sight, I've sort of been dreaming...
... of may be building a little porch by the front door, flowering plants climbing up its roof like at Sonya's
... of placing a couple of big bangas beside the mango tree along with a bench for when we want to catch the breeze just like at Sulyap Gallery and Cafe
... of making space for little cozy nooks where we can chat or have lunch just like at 83 Gallery Cafe
... maybe I can ask Dad to make us a water fountain
... or perhaps I can just let the flowers run wild
... first on my list, however, is to ask Kuya J to build a hammock stand for lazy days when all I want to do is sleep.