The new year
These two days before the new year has been a pear-shaped series of interesting pear-shaped things. Tim and I moved the trip to my sister's one day earlier for all the expected massive peopling in the bus stations the coming days. We embarked holding three healthy-looking bags. We went back home five days later holding four puffed up ones, one carrying the dirty clothes and a pair of combat boots. Don't ask. The new year celebration went well; it was the ensuing trip to Manila to get Tim's stamp on his visa extension and my nephew's computer rig that was eventful. We left for Manila with a healthy car. We went back two days later with one that's going to shut down any minute. Seems like an injector got blocked and the car can't go vroom-vroom very responsively. (I am an expert.) At least we got back safe and sound. We arrived in Manila early enough for Tim's visa extension, with several people ahead of us in a makeshift non-line. The sounds I heard from