the weekend that was aug 9-10

Hubby and I are now staying at Tanza, with his family. On his way to work, Irvin dropped me at my parents on Saturday morning. Got a lotta' chores to accomplish that day. So all the while, I was working on a chore, while having nonstop chat with Nanay. (You know, we are good at it - chatting nonstop, hehe). Waited for Irvin to come home and when he got home, we shared a simple lunch prepared by Nanay (who else?). And I, once again, was alone with Nanay doing arranging stuff (while chatting, of course). I attended mass with Irvin and went to Mercury Drug to buy pinipig crunch. And there we are, just like before, some 6 or 7 years ago.

Unlike the usual Sundays, we woke up early today because we found a lipat-bahay truck we can rent and move our things to Tanza. We were lucky enough to get enough help from: Enald, my brother in law; Edgie and MJ (collectively known as Friendster boys) and Anther (bumangga giba), now neighbors; Noel, kumpare; and Epoy, ex-colleague and Enald's friend. Seems all are excited, they had no idea what's waiting for them.

We were on a truck, me and Irvin on the passenger side while the rest of the boys were comfortably enjoying the wind and the sun. Arriving at the house, the plight of stairs leading to the 4th floor seems okay. But when they got to the top, complaints started coming in. Har har! Gotcha' boys! What's worse? They have to repeatedly go up and down, bringing TV, TV rack, ref, laundry stuff, computer set (complete with the rack), groceries and a whole lot of other things. We cleaned the area and moved out. The boys were tired, Irvin and I hoped the tuna sandwich was enough for them to recover their strength.

We got to Tanza and unloaded the stuff, went home to Rosario for lunch (lechon kawali and sopas, wow), met Norly's friend, then headed back to Tanza to arrange our things. Today is a tiring day.

We have moved out and moved in. We're moving on.