This Rugged JoyFull Home

Travelling 7km from our flat to our destination, we arrived here at approximately 2pm, at 32º celcius, that was hot! and I thought the sun was following us all the way from our beloved Philippines to the historic Red Square in Moscow City Center.  Not quite though because back home, the rainy season had just begun; and here, it is summer that is why it is quite hot,  and when it's winter, they say, it is quite cold. We thought it's interesting that Moscow has what they call a humid continental climate. The Hunny announced, "wanna know how hot it is at the Red Square this hour of the day? Check this out." His lips secretly pointing towards the two men pushing their baby carts, on their backs, i.e., the back of their shirts mapped with cascading sweat from strolling outdoor. They seemed to love it though.  We all decided we can wait for the temperature to cool down in the late afternoon, stroll around the mall area, and save the best for last, to see the Red ...

(Manong Gard - In the Philippine setting, a colloquial term used to refer to security guards on duty, a term of respect for this type of men in uniform; the Filipino word manong or kuya is a term used to address an older brother.) Of Security Guards... ( Men In Black. Thank you, Google for this photo.) Someday, I'll be able to post a picture of the  Manong Gards  that have shown us utmost kindness by allowing the Son to bring his kick scooter inside the building where the Hunny works despite the tight security that they implement inside the corporate premises.  Each employee is to have a special ID card that has a unique code assigned to them. They are then to tap their vinyl card on a terminal assigned on every floor of the twelve-storey building to access the office. Then right at the doorstep of the office, they had to step back and keep their eyes open for  iris scan. Then a stainless vaulted door seamlessly opens. I will then get in trouble wi...

Eleven years...11 years ago I had this weirdest of dreams that I was walking in the park   holding   hands with the  man  I  love.  And  in my dream we were this weird homeschoolers  that  seldom  stayed  home  and  counted  going  to parks as doing school.   Almost   every   single   day, nature  walking,   blowing dandelions, riding carousels, enjoying the warmth of the sun as we all got chilly in the late afternoon.  In my dream The Hunny need not travel far every 28 days to work in the blessed African continent and then go back home for his R and R to catch up with our growing Girl and Boy for another 28 days. Those were looong two-day airplane rides each time. The Hunny knew what the words "long-haul" and "jet-lagged" meant. In my dream he never once complained about this work opportunity. Say, maybe thrice or just twice when his busines...