Speaking of freedom, or at least the partial "ghost" of freedom as embodied in retirement, Grump and his coworker made another desperate attempt to fund an transition into that non-working state of life:
Once again their numbers did not hit, but they will continue to try their luck with the lottery, because a faint hope for retirement, no matter how ridiculously feeble, is better than no hope at all. Besides, it's only $3.00 a week!
Grump had some yummy bihon for lunch that Sweetie had made for him. Actually, in this case, you Tagalog speakers would be correct to call it pancit-bihon, because it was a combination of the thin white noodles AND the thicker yellow noodles. (On top of a bed of rice, of course!)
Back home, Lola began to harvest the camotes. It appears we're gonna have a bumper crop!
|Camotes from Lola's garden|
|More camotes from Lola's garden. (And Lola's foot!)|
I can't wait until Sweetie cooks these up. Yummy!