so i am leaving for baguio for a spell and for my usual aaaaarrrgghhhhh i-cant-stand-civilization-gotta-get-me-TONS-of-alone-time time but this time i am bringing my yaya lucia because you know, baguio is full of moomoos and imma scaredy cat and i dont like dealing with moomoo-induced heebie jeebies. lucia is the exact opposite of my yaya nancy whos been with me for close to 20 years. nancy and i get along swimmingly bec we are alike in so many ways. we both cant stand small talk. i dont bother her and she does not bother me. we both have our little worlds that brush into each other gently once in a while but for the most part, we keep to ourselves. and i deeply appreciate the huge silence between us because i thrive in silence. and we go about our daily lives in this silence -- she serves me breakfast wordlessly as i write or when i am reading and she hands me my running gear when i go for my runs without a word exchanged between us. and i dont tell her what to do. it is a silent and seamless ballet--this graceful and grace-filled dance between us. lucia, who is in her late 40s and wears bright red lipstick just because, on the other hand, is ms congeniality. little miss sunshine slash talk show hostess with her, GOOD MORNING MAM! (yes, all caps. hindi man lang lower case na good morning.) GANDA NAMAN NG SUOT MO! ANONG BREAKFAST GUSTO NYO? or when i get home, GOOD EVENING MAM, DAMI KANG PATIENTS? ME ARTISTA BA?. i find it all so jarring. on good days, i valiantly carry on a pained conversation with her. but on my bad days, i feel like clawing her eyes out. and maddeningly enough, she is oblivious to the pain she causes me. she chitchats and throws her head back in laughter at some antipatika answer i give her in a futile and desperate attempt to silence her. also, she has never been to baguio. so this morning i tell her, lucia, sama ka sa akin sa baguio. and her response is nothing short of melodramatic and i deeply regret being so taken aback by the passion play that unfolded before me that i didnt have the presence of mind to whip out my iphone and record the whole scene. or turn on some violin music at the very least. she is walking when i tell her this. she halts dramatically. and towel she holds falls to the ground and she creates a vacuum and a vortex as she sucks the air out of the entire house. and her hands fly to her mouth to hold that prodigious gasp she just took. and her eyes go round and HUGE and are those tears i see? then she shuts her eyes. TIGHT. and covers her face with both her hands. her body sways then she shakes her head over and over and over. and she says, OHMYGOD MAM!!! OHMYGOD!!THANK YOU PAPA JESUS!! NATUPAD NA RIN!!NATUPAD NA RIN!! and i want to give her the death stare to help her get a grip but what for? she wont even notice. it almost makes me want to deal with the moomoos on my own.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 01:00:00 +0000
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