things HOM and i hate

in the theme of stuff-that-has-become-irritating:

• li'l tykes running around the place, monkey like
• li'l tykes emitting high-pitched sounds, intermittent like
• cyclists on the road, car like
• cyclists on the pavement, human like
• people who show up late for <your event choice here>
• inaccuracies, because you are my compass is not the same as you are my true north. duh

as you can tell, i'm feeling a little crabby.

father's day a deux

where are you bringing HOM for dinner? my friend asks.

we're staying home, i say. eating out will be too crowded and noisy.

we are getting to become crabby hermits in our adage, HOM and i.

father's day

i have a heavenly father

and HOM has been a faithful father 

i had an earthly father who is now with my heavenly father

all beloved and treasured

but it somehow feels

like 

father's day

is

a whole

big

commercial

profit-generating

f&b

scam

it was good to reflect on abraham as a dad vs. aaron as a dad though

church camp

back from church camp with new life lessons:
1. how to take a wefie using 0.5 zoom, thanks to young people

2. new seafood place in kulai...yumms, thanks to foodie campers

3. talent nite is best savored in absentia; best not to acknowledge who

it is nice to take a weekend off and just catch up with random friends over meals.

how great thou art

we sing this grand hymn in church today. that's great!

but i wish they wouldn't keep trying to modernize the old songs with new rhythms and other adjustments. it sounds like when someone starts speaking with an unfamiliar prosody. you spend half your time listening to his words and the other half asking yourself why???