Weekend in Cali

A weekend "off" out of the city. The moon reflecting off the placid lake. Hard work, late nights. Frosty sunrises. Dawn prayers. Memorable conversations. Silly moments that packed a wallop. Backrubs. Sleep of the dead. Set meals to die for. Rotts, labs, a Saint Bernard, and a golden retriever named Sam. Fat chickens and turkeys, all sleeping in a row. Record-breaking group-effort scores on Text Twist. Building a team. Building a family (Amats' apt observation). Playing cards and popsicle sticks and ten-freaking-thousand-ribbons round the old oak trees. Call centers, cigarettes, corporate life and the gratitude of being involved in none of the above. A "guesthouse" I could live the rest of my life in. A kitchen straight out of my wildest dreams. Mark Joseph and his wisdom. Tita Vicky, Tita Estee and their warm, gracious, and refined hospitality. Tito Peter falling asleep on Numbers. Amats. Lex. AG. And stars, stars, millions of stars.

Kuya Joe Dean: You look good, Hon...did you enjoy your weekend?

Res ipsa loquitur. God is good. :-)