Stories while waiting
More or less I'm already on my 36th week of pregnancy. As expected, I am getting exhausted with everything. This includes a short trip to a convenience store or to the bank. But these days, I am a slave in the kitchen. As soon as our househelp and I were able to clear the kitchen with all the trash in the house - junks like electric wires, unused clothes, old old books, ice box, kitchen utensils, pots and pans and all sorts of garbage you cannot imagine accumulated by my parents (my mom is a pack rat as so some of us, admittedly. We thought that one day, we can recycle all these when we will have the time - but I guess that time would be impossible. So I have to decide to stash them away. Some of the things we discarded were salvaged by our neighbor's house help and some by our helper. I think nothing was actually wasted - and the junk kept in this house for several years really meant to garbage. Some of it though are still waiting for the magbobote and junkman for us to sell i