i came home from my manila trip last thursday night (feb3) to see our house in complete chaos from hallow and decorative blocks, fine and coarse sand, bags of cement, scrap woods, metal wires (if that’s how you call it) and accessories for masonry work. still in a daze, i thought i had the wrong house but manong ushered me in so this was indeed our house. it hasn’t been that long since i left for call of profession yet this kind of state welcomed me home. guess i was just all tired and grumpy to immediately realize that manong and mamang launched the ground breaking of our simple house renovation. this is just the first of a series of improvement schemes my family has been brewing for years now.
my mood then changed to utter excitement over the disarray in front of me. this plan has long been kept in abeyance in our planner for obvious reasons. of course, we, like most families, are at the mercy of funds availability and for the longest time, time was all we could afford from what seemed to be a long list of to do’s and to buy’s. if it wasn’t for the leaking gutter last year, this action wouldn’t be taken so seriously, with urgency, in the first place. but, boy, am i ever so thankful for the provisions from Him at the right time that warranted us the plastering of our once-dilapidated walls and enclosing of the right portion of this dwelling and fixing the roof.
i almost lost hope a few years back when i thought everything was all yakking and no grinding. lost more hope with the thought that this family ain’t getting bigger anymore (unless we plan to extend it to members like nieces or nephews or in-laws or grandchildren), so what’s the use of additional rooms and extra spaces? yet i didn’t lose faith. i still prayed for the carrying out of our plans, and so did my mom. in God’s perfect time, my family once again gathered and talked about our home’s house before paps left for his own call of profession last month.
while i was away, they went on with the pre-works. guess i’ve nothing to worry now. i have full confidence in my mother’s architecture, design, budgeting and supervision; my brother’s engineering, canvassing and surveying; and my father’s accounting, auditing and disbursement. what’s there for me to offer? my cleaning! my housework! well, that’s support still. like i spent the entire day blitzing through the filthy house (i’m getting OA here again) with my broom, dust pan, duster and damp rug. you just don’t know how difficult it is spring-cleaning your room filled with all furniture and etcetera temporarily deposited from the portion now renovated. not to mention my near-asthma attack from the cement dust. achoo!!!
actually, i’m not at all complaining. if these clutter i’m sharing my room with now marks (the first step of) the realization of what used to be just a blueprint of this family’s future then i so love this mess!
