Saturday, January 30, 2016

MOTION SICKNESS; AGE AND SAND, AND ROCKS, AND ANTS; SUGAR CANE TRUCK CALAMITY; FIRE TRUCKS IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT; SHARING




 MOTION  SICKNESS

Last weekend, my three oldest (adopted) children traveled to Bacolod in the back of a miniature pickup truck within an enclosed box to attend a Tae Kwon Do tournament.  They had crammed eleven teenagers/adults in that compartment for the eighty kilometer trip (50 miles).  Unfortunately, Clarisse gets a severe case of motion sickness when she travels in any vehicle.  There is no Dramamine here, so she was given a local variety of supposedly the same medication before their departure.  Less than halfway toward their destination, my daughter became nauseous. Mr. Harvey, the team leader and head instructor had prepared for such possibilities and provided her with a plastic bag.  It seemed though that a good deed and proper preparations don’t always turn out to one’s liking and so it was with this case.   Yes, Clarisse got sick and utilized the bag. Regrettably, the bag had a hole in the bottom and, well, what went into the sack, all came out the through the unknown opening… onto backpacks and shoes and legs… and in an enclosed space no less.  I was told by other team mates that it was a memorable, albeit unpleasant, ride that day. 

AGE  AND  SAND,  AND  ROCKS,  AND  ANTS

Sometimes, I can most definitely tell that I am rapidly approaching
Mae Mae, Clarisse, Santiago & Toy moving sand & rocks
my mid-sixties.  Case in point is the three piles of fill in my back lot.  I will arise before the sun peaks the eastern mountain range and shovel or move stone.  Then I will go out intermittently during the day and shovel some more, although the heat, humidity, and cloudless skies will drive me back inside sooner than I would prefer.  Finally, around four-thirty in the afternoon I will return to the yard to do some more insignificant shoveling and moving of rocks. 

There are always surprises when driving the sand shovel into the
One of two long paths for future trucks
piles too.  Mostly it is the bone jolting reaction when the thrusting blade impacts solid stone beneath the grain covered surface.  This past Wednesday, my shovel encountered a rock which measured two feet square and nine inches in thickness.   With a pick and shovel, I was finally able to clear the sand from around it and slowly slide the stone down the hill where I had dug a six inch deep hole to bury it in.  When the two boys came home from school that afternoon,
Himamaylan City -  Toy Baguio moving large stone
we flipped it over and into the prepared depression.  Then we secured it in place with sand and small stones.   We are taking the many stones we have uncovered in the sand to make paths for the future loads of fill.  Another hazard we came to dread was the little red ants.  Those six legged creatures weren’t like your little red ants in Iowa as they were equipped with a venomous stinger.  Several times during the past ten days, one of our group would be ambushed by those fire ants (for lack of a better term) and I always got a chuckle watching my kids and even Diana jump up and down as they would brush off the stinging attackers.  Well, that would be until I inevitably happened upon their waiting stingers and then I also got to do the “ant dance”.

SUGAR CANE TRUCK CALAMITY

On Thursday afternoon, I traveled on the motorbike toward
Hagtu, Manbinay, Negros Oriental -Sugar Cane upset - front view
Mabinay to visit some of the areas we had recently walked.  Leaving Tagukan, I came around the curve to a long hill leading into Barangay Hagtu and at the bottom was a sugar cane truck laying on its side with stalks of sugar cane spread out behind the hapless metallic beast.   It seemed that, the night previous, a sugar cane truck could not make the steep grade and was backing down when the other appeared from behind.  The second truck swerved to miss the first one, but being top heavy as well as overloaded, it subsequently flipped onto its side  

Every season, I will see the aftermath of ill maintained or overly
Hagtu, Mabinay, Negros Oriental - Sugar Cane Tip Over - back view
loaded sugar cane trucks.  Either they will be laying on their sides, or have a tie rod snap resulting in their careening into a block wall, open field, or worse yet, into a house.  And, then of course, there are the unfortunate victims of a head-on with one of those loaded ten wheeled behemoths.  When I observe those mishaps, it just makes me a little more aware of my surroundings as well as my vulnerability when plying the highways and byways of Negros Island.


FIRE  TRUCKS  IN  THE  DEAD  OF  NIGHT

The other evening, after darkness had settled, we heard the sirens of fire trucks heading north out of Himamaylan City.  It had been dry here the past few weeks and had also been cursed with strong easterly winds.  Since most structures outside of town were constructed of wood or bamboo, an unattended cook fire and dried bamboo or wood would not be a good combination as witnessed by the cemetery inferno nine months ago.  Thus over the last few days, we had been hearing the sirens more often.  The most fearful thing about those fires was the strong winds potentially spreading the flames from one dwelling to the next especially after dark.  Which brings me back to a fear I had as a child back in Iowa.

I grew up in a town of around 25,000 people by the name of Fort Dodge, Iowa.  I was raised in an old two story house (it was built in 1883) and always slept in an upstairs bedroom.  Every so often, the fire trucks would get a call in the middle of the night, and their sirens would echo off the downtown buildings and just scare the heck out of me.  I remember praying that it was not my house which might be on fire.  That nighttime event happened quite often and in my later years I had discovered that the Cargill soybean processing plant (located by the river) had a faulty alarm system and it would frequently set off the alarm at the fire department.  Still, that dread of dying by smoke and fire lived with me throughout those younger years.  Thus when I hear the Himamaylan fire trucks race by in the darkness, memories of those youthful fears return to the surface again.  Do we truly ever forget our past?  


SHARING

One thing that I failed to mention on my previous blogs is the fine art of sharing within this family.  When it came to food, everyone wanted to give their papa a bite.  They must have thought I was underfed of which I am not.  If I was at the computer, eight year old Charissa Mae would go out of her way to make sure I got a bite or two of whatever she might be eating…well, except for one time when she had licked the frosting off some cookies that older sister Clarisse had baked and then tried to give the soggy biscuit to me.  YUKS!!!  But it is more than food with which my children love to share, in reality, I guess it was more a case of taking than of sharing.  Take deodorant for a moment.  If I was not careful, fifteen year old Clarisse would come into my bedroom and use mine. Her excuse was that she liked my deodorant better.   It didn’t matter that she had the exact same tube.  Another thing was, at one time, the boys were sneaking my cologne, but that ended quickly as they could not get out of the house without my smelling their offense.  I had some talc that I was using for a while, but became aware that it was becoming empty quicker than usual.  It seemed the kids felt that, even though I stored the container in a location high off the ground, they were taking a chair and reaching it anyway…perhaps the powder residue on the bedroom floor was another giveaway?   Finally, Toy and Clarisse have recently begun using my razor in the shower (Toy for his mustache and Clarisse for her armpits), so I moved it high upon a ledge where only I could reach it…or so I thought.  Tonight, I found out   that it had been used today and although the culprit was crafty, they were not sneaky enough as it was not returned to the same position as before.  It appears that the razor robber was also seen walking into the bathroom with a chair this morning to retrieve said shaver.   In all fairness, Brad did some of the same things with me in Iowa.  I personally consider it is a form of great respect when even the adopted children emulate their father by using his things.

Daryl A. Cleveland a.k.a.  Bounder
January 26, 2016







Monday, January 25, 2016

ENLIGHTEN, CITIES & BARANGAYS, DISCUSSIONS AROUND THE DINNER TABLE, FIRE HYDRANTS



ENLIGHTEN

Yesterday, fifteen year old Clarisse came to me and said that she could dye my hair blond.  All she needed was Hydrogen Peroxide, Baking Soda, Shampoo, and conditioner.  I told her that my hair was already light enough.  Clarisse then added that those were the chemicals needed to enlighten a person’s hair.  I love how my children will twist the English language around to fit their own vocabulary.  I replied, “What?” to that statement.  Again, she said that it you would enlighten a person’s hair using that method.  I asked my high schooler if she knew what enlighten (to give someone knowledge) meant and then gave her the definition.  Clarisse was quiet for a few seconds and then broke into an embarrassed laugh and offered that my hair would certainly get an education if it was highlighted.  So, how do you highlight white hair?


CITIES  AND  BARANGAYS

I live in the City of Himamaylan City within the (Former) Province of Negros Occidental (now named Negros Island Region).  My location is approximately 80 kilometers (50 miles) south of Bacolod.  Himamaylan City is a 3rd Class City and was chartered as such in 2001. It has an estimated population of 103,000 of which I would estimate that 20,000 live in the city proper.  

Now that we have the statistics out of the way, let me provide you with a simple interpretation of a City/Barangay system here in the Philippines.  I would equate the City of Himamaylan as being equivalent to a county in the United States with the barangays (small communities) equal to towns within the county.  Much less Himamaylan City would be the county seat.  There are nineteen Barangays within its jurisdiction.  Four Barangays are within the city and the rest scattered around the geographical area of its boundaries.  The city itself has a mayor and a thirteen member city council.  Of course, it also has a treasurer, engineer, assessor, recorder, etc. just like a regular county in the states.  The barangay has a Captain (equivalent) to a small town mayor and a seven person council.  There is also an unarmed Barangay police force (Tanōd) whose size is determined by the local council.  I live in Barangay Two within the city proper and I have never seen any Tanōd within my barangay…however, when residing for four months (2011) in Barangay Panōd, in the municipality of Balamban on the island of Cebu, there was always Tanōd walking around in pairs with night sticks as their companion.  Probably one of the reasons I like Himamaylan City so much is the fact that the Barangay Police (for the most part) don’t seem to exist, which (for me) belies the safe environment this community provides… even if it is sort of separated from the mainstream services (and criminal element) associated with larger cities.  


DISCUSSIONS  AROUND  THE  DINNER  TABLE

Many of our meal discussions will usually cover a wide range of topics and today was no exception.  We started off with the 7.1 earthquake in Alaska which moved over to the effect of the sun and
Grandma Fuller (Cleveland) about 1970.
its effect on the northern hemisphere.  In this case, I related a story of my Grandma Fuller who recalled that once in late May they had snow in Iowa.  With that, it moved on to how a summer sun kept the Arctic cold at bay by its movement further north in the Spring and how the cold would take over when the sun moved south of the equator in the Fall.  They then asked if it could snow in July (in Iowa) and I related the story of the atmospheric effects when the Krakatoa Volcano erupted in Indonesia in 1883 and how the ash and volcanic gases sent into the upper atmosphere affected the global temperatures for years thereafter.  From there, we talked about how the earth traveled on its axis at over 1,000 miles per hour (1,600 kph) and then Toy asked where the center of the earth was and I replied that it was about 4,000 miles (6,000 km) below our feet.  I asked them if they knew where Indonesia was and they were pretty accurate on that (basically to the south of us).  Then I inquired as to what large body of land
My Humble abode in Himamaylan City, Negros Occidental
was directly to the east of us.  Clarisse said Russia, while Santiago said China, and Toy chimed in with Alaska!   After a minute of reflection until the laughter died down, I enlightened them that South America was east of Negros Island while Central America was east of the big island of Luzon.  Finally, we talked about an intense cold front which was moving across the northern portion of Luzon lowering temperatures to between 15º to 20º C (59º to 68º) on the first day, but as it moved further south into the country the tropical air was raising the advancing cold front temps to between18º to 23º C (64º to 73º) on the second day.  I am just curious as to how cold the air will be should it reach this far south.  I must confess that our daily meals are always a enjoyable experience for me as well as it is for them…and I will never change that routine.


FIRE  HYDRANTS

I have lived in this city for over four and one-half years now and
The local fire hydrant..and very few of them at that.
have only seen a half dozen fire hydrants.  Except for one, they are all located about the Municipal Hall or the Plaza.  They are a strange sort of design, but I would guess that should the need arise, they would serve their purpose handily.   At least they are not quite like the ones you would see in Iowa. 


Daryl A. Cleveland  a.k.a. bounder
January 25, 2016