My asawa and I retired to the Philippines almost eight years ago. We’ve dealt with a myriad of devils and demons in this Southeast Asian archipelago since our move. Chief among these terrifying creatures is the Aswang. (more…)
We've recently hired a new domestic helper for our household in Guimaras. The crusty old expat, yours truly, issued an "executive order" which proclaimed a new part-time helper was needed to augment our current staff. My “executive order” was not held up in any federal court. (more…)
Dog crap. No one I know particularly likes the stuff. I hate it when I step in a pile of it and get some on the bottom of my shoes. The fresh stuff is smelly and harder to remove than the crap that has aged for awhile. My asawa is always pointing it out to me when we take our walks through our subdivision outside of Iloilo City. I guess because I'm nearing the age of 60, she believes my eyesight must be failing. (Photo by jozexit from Flickr. © All rights reserved.) (more…)
Filipina maid Cherry Pie Antaban (love that name) wants to work as a domestic helper in Singapore. My own asawa spent years working in Singapore and Taiwan (see photo) as an Overseas Contract Worker, OCW. The current term for those having overseas jobs is Overseas Filipino Workers, OFWs. The government refers to them as "heroes." Indeed, without the sacrifice these over nine million Filipinos are making, spending years separated from their families in order to send remittances back to their loved ones in the Philippines, the economy of the PH would suffer a tremendous blow. But Cherry Pie is going to a "maid school," a month long government-mandated crash course in domestic duties, something my own spouse didn't have to do, and has to successfully complete he...
I had to admit to my wife this past Friday that she was right. This is something that I do like to do, but the fact was my asawa was absolutely, 100% correct, and there was nothing I could do to wiggle out of this situation. In just a little over 11 years of marriage (check out "How I Met The Sainted Patient Wife," a love story for Valentine's Day) my wife has only admitted to me ONCE that I was right. Despite my status as "King Kano" of "The Compound," to acknowledge I had made an error in judgment was a bitter, bitter pill to swallow. Oh, how I hate that phrase that has haunted husbands throughout the centuries: "I told you so!" (more…)