Storm's Up

Weeks ago, the church urged the congregation to pray for rain. Oratio Imperata. The prolonged dry season is already affecting the farmers, and dams are in a critical level already. It seems there was too much prayer; storms entered the Philippine area of responsibility one after another.

Classes were disrupted. 5 school days were cancelled due to a certain typhoon, or at least the anticipation of one. Prevention is indeed at play, for there were days that were oddly un-stormly. Two consecutive Mondays will also extend the weekend of the students, in accordance with the new law regarding holiday economics.

I left my laptop at the Math Unit; I was also done with my grades and all my checking. Therefore, I had practically nothing to do. Even all my siblings were out; I’m the only soul who still gets the no-classes benefit, working in the premier high school of the country.

The premise seemed to promise boredom, to which I’m an expert. I can lie on the bed for hours catatonically. Fortunately, I borrowed a Coelho novel from Ma’am Dinah, and I remembered that I haven’t opened yet one birthday gift: two books written by engaging authors, given last December 2006. So I finished the Coelho novel first, intentionally flipping back, to prolong the time spent for reading.

Since the “vacation” took an unexpected extension, I randomly picked one birthday gift, tore out the plastic, slightly opened the room’s window to feel the cool (but potentially raging) wind outside, and plunged on the pillows for a good slow read. Coffee and doughnuts (from Cello’s) would have completed the scene.

I miss lazing around.