29/September/2016 - Almost Friday

If, as one of Grump's co-workers puts it, you're "back on the plantation" working for living, and your work week is the normal Monday-to-Friday grind, then Thursday is kinda a weird day.  You're still stuck in daily routine, but it's almost Friday, and you can see the saving light of the weekend beginning to shine just around the corner.  Baring some huge catastrophe, ("we've got to work overtime to get this project in on time", or, "OMG, the totals are all off, and we've got to find out why"), you're gonna make it.  You're gonna survive until Friday night, when you can cast off your chains and for maybe two days have a brief taste of the illusion of freedom.

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!)

Pancit-Bihon!

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!


Peace, y'all.