About this Nanay


For our 21st year of marriage, Greg and I decided to make some changes in our life.

We aspired, as part of our 2017 New Year’s Resolution, to be more attuned to the environment and aim to respect Earth better.  We wanted to minimize our environmental impact and let our kids and grandkids judge us long after we were gone.  This is not about being a believer or denier of climate change.  It is about doing the right thing.

We have decided to try harder at cutting our waste.

Our conversion was slow going until our reason, our hearts, and our kids pushed us.  Today it is no longer an inconvenience; it’s a habit.

We don’t pretend to do or know better than anyone, nor do we despise those who don’t see the point.  For us this cause is self-rewarding; we are doing this for our children and grandkids and they can thank us (or not) later. At least they will know that we were thinking about their future and doing what we could.

There are still other things we can do but we think we’ve made a strong start.  For whatever it’s worth here are 21+ things (we just keep adding to it) that Greg and I have done for this cause:

  1. We sold our second car four years ago and we have not missed it. We just plan our travel around one car and we get to spend more time together in and out of the house.
  2. We avoid single-purpose trips to the shops.  We try to make sure our weekly shopping covers all our needs for the week.  As we age we prefer to minimise car trips anyway.
  3. We buy local and use services from within our suburb. This way we don’t travel far for them (hence less petrol) and we support businesses within our community.
  4. We prefer to buy quality, classic clothes that last longer rather than indulge in cheap fashion. To afford this we just wait for Sales.
  5. We compost our kitchen scraps in our booming backyard worm farm. As we bury the scraps we can almost hear the fat wriggling worms scream, “Banna peel, banana peel for dinner!” As a result, we produce our own potting and garden soil and we get to see birds coming for feed. Our small, presentable Kmart compost bin on our kitchen bench reminds us to separate compostable items like used tea bags from plain rubbish.
  6. We have a small veggie garden and have harvested basil, rosemary, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, spring onions, spinach, chili, carrots, bokchoy, parsley, and coriander. Having on-demand produce just a few paces from the kitchen is wonderful.
  7. We carefully sort out recyclables from rubbish before tossing them in any of our three bins. Even little things like used envelopes, receipts, and toilet rolls get recycled.
  8. We don’t buy bottled water. We take our own reusable bottles pretty much everywhere.  If we forget, we try to make do from public water fountains or wait until we get home. (Seeing the over-use of bottled water in Hanoi turned me off bottled water completely.)
  9. We don’t throw out leftovers unless they have ‘whiskers’; we have them again or, if suitable, give them to our dogs.
  10. We empty the vacuum cleaner barrel into the worm farm rather than into the rubbish bin. Dog hair decomposes slowly but eventually becomes part of the earth.
  11. We minimise use of aircon for heating or cooling. We make do with appropriate clothing, cool drinks and fans.  Living in a leafy street and living across a reserve has helped.
  12. We only buy fruit and veggies in season. We don’t like to encourage fruit and veggie importation or storage which uses up energy that should be conserved.
  13. We recycle all plastics. Coles and Woolworths have bins for all other plastics not taken by the Council yellow (Recyclables) bin.  The list of acceptable plastics is quite broad, so now even used cling-wrap goes to this bin as long as they’re dry and sort of clean.
  14. We refuse plastic or paper store bags when we shop. We take our own reusable bags.  I used to forget them in the car and be too lazy to go back for them.  Now I will make the trip back to the car for them or use the trolley or carry loose items in my arms.  Good exercise too.
  15. We minimise the use of plastics to bag fruit and vegetables in the supermarket. It’s a bit tricky to carry unbagged green beans but it can be done.
  16. We avoid single-use items such as takeaway coffee cups or plastic cutlery. We always have reusable cups for bought drinks in the car.  I still have to work on avoiding single-use items like straws or chopsticks.
  17. We use clothes until they wear out or donate them to Vinnies when our body shape has changed.
  18. We wash clothes less often. Some, like jeans, can be worn more than once; they just need to be rested.
  19. We try to use waxed food wrap or reusable covers rather than cling wrap.
  20. We watch TV shows like the ABC series “War on Waste” and learn new ways to minimise our footprint.
  21. When elections come around, we look for candidates who seem genuinely concerned about the future of our planet.
  22. Since we moved to our current home in 2003, we have turfed our plastic Christmas tree for a real one. They’re compostable, more environmentally friendly, and it makes the house smell beautiful.  Our dogs like the scented water we fill in its base too.
  23. More recently, we’ve removed all Christmas trims and decors with any glitter. Glitter is beautiful but diabolical for the environment.
  24. To replace our 13-year-old car, we bought a Hybrid Toyota Kluger, but only because we couldn’t afford a fully electric car that can carry us, our dogs, and luggage for road trips.  It will have to do for now.
  25. As we are in our 70s we’ve started to cull our stuff and donate them to family and friends who might like them, Vinnies, and the bin in that order. I’ve seen a few instances of stuff of relatives who have passed being sent to the tip. Sometimes it’s because the surviving relatives don’t want them or have little time to spend on clearing their deceased relatives’ property; it’s so much easier to just leave them out in the street and call for a council clean-up. I’ve accepted the fact that stuff that I value doesn’t necessarily mean the same to others. I’m OK with that, so I’ll just try to dispose of them sustainably while I’m around. I dread the thought that my family would see my hoards and nonessential acquisitions after I’m gone. But perhaps I can eavesdrop then. 🙂

Greg thinks we don’t have to shower every day.  How about reversing underwear to use a second time or using both sides of the toilet paper?  We do have to draw the line sometimes.

As a result, our almost-empty red rubbish bin has fewer contents that go to landfill while our yellow Recyclables bin has more stuff headed for the recycling plant.  We still have to try harder on the volume of the latter.

We hope this will inspire some of you.  It’s never too late to start. We will try to get better at it, like refusing all single-use items.  Maybe soon.

Peace and love,

Greg and Linda

20 July 2017 (original post)

Sydney Australia

On my first week of retirement from Qantas in 2009 after 21 years, I did housework (including my least fave ironing) as quickly as I could. But after a few days, (more…)

Chelsea, our wonder dog went to doggie heaven on the 25th of July 2011, aged 14 years and 2 months. She was a well loved member of this family and still fares fondly in our doggie stories.  She was the best dog anyone could have. She  had a beautiful face and apart from her fear of bright lights and loud noises in her later years, a pretty calm demeanor.  Greg’s Dad also said she has a “calming face”. (more…)

I first came to Adelaide SA as a 15 yo Rotex student in 1968. I’ve visited it twice since I migrated to Sydney.  On 24 May 2013, exactly 45 years after to the day, Greg and I returned to the city. The milestone date was a coincidence; Greg and I had always planned to visit Dorothy Joel and other lovely people I met during my stay in Elizabeth City from 1968-69. Here are some of the photos that we took.  We stayed with Dorothy who was one of my 10 foster Mums then. Dorothy is an amazing 91-year old who has perfected the art of ageing. Among other things this lady is, she lives in the same house for the past 50+ years, recently renewed her driving license for another 12 months, has no arthritis or any other ailments, walks without any aid,  doens’t colour her hair, plays lawn bowls regularly, has the same sharp wit and sense of humour as before, travels at least twice a year,  etc etc etc…

 

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In a few months I will be turning 60: the BIG 6-0, the age that once only your parents went through, the one that my dear Greg turned into 5 years ago,  etc etc.  Does it scare me?  Yes, but only in anticipation of more aches and pains that my poor aging body will inevitably experience.  I’ve long given up on trying to ignore the lines on my face, the jowls, my gnarled fingers, my breasts now 36″ long, etc.  The one thing I can’t ignore is when the grey hairs would start to creep up again, about every 6 weeks.  Then I don’t waste time getting the bottle and in old trackie daks and my sudoku book I head for the back veranda where nothing can get in the way of accidental splashes of dark brown hair dye.  As usual, I digress.

I have never really taken aging too seriously.  To my mind I will always be the 37 year-old who as a single Mum had a life at home, at work, and at the gym.  Add a beautiful husband, 3 apos and 23 years of life in Australia to that and I have got to be the luckiest person on earth, even if only on a Wednesday, at 3:35 pm and only when it’s not raining in Sydney.

Now even more, I love where I am in life, and I adore who I’m with!  Bring it on, 60th!

 

While in high school at PWC Davao,  I  studied painting under National Artist Victorio C. Edades! At the time I was trying to paint my parent’s portraits as my gift for their 25th wedding anniversary.  Prof Edades felt sorry for me he offered to take it home and “finish” it for me.  Unfortunately I wasn’t able to pick it up from him as I soon left for a year in Australia, then to Maryknoll College for my degree.  Despite Prof Edades’ best effort nothing came out of my short attempt at art but the memories to be in the midst of a Filipino great.

Cory

When Cardinal Sin feted us to a thanksgiving dinner in July 1986, for the walkout  in the 1986 election count, Cory was the guest of honour.  Cardinal Sin had prepared plaques for each of us to commemorate our walkout.  Cardinal Sin and Cory were handing them out to each one of us.   We then took the opportunity to get their autographs. I brought my copy of People Power and when I walked towards her, I said to her “please sign this for Linda”  or words to that effect,  When she heard Linda she looked up at me, smiled and asked, “Is Red here?”  I said no he isn’t  and later as I told friends this story I added that he wasn’t there because he was too busy plotting coups against her!!!

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On the 20th anniversary of EDSA, the walkouters were invited to the launch of the book Heroes published by Ateneo and edited by Alfred Yuson in which we had a chapter dedicated to us – 1 of 20 chapters. Cory was handing out a souvenir copy of the book and I ws the one to take it.  When I went to the stage to receive it Cory said to me – “Good to see you again Linda.”  .    On the same night, when I asked her to sign the book I bought for my daughter Kriscia I asked her to write it for Kris.  And she looked up saying, “like my Kris?” with her signature smile I will remember forever?

Cardinal Sin

When we visited Cardinal Sin to give him a plaque of our appreciation for his help in securing accommodation for us when we walked out, she had merieneda ready for us.  So we told him why we feel so much gratitude for his efforts.  He told us – but we should be the ones thanking you!  And then he asked his offsider Bautista something and told him to arrange dinner for us, and actually named a date there and then!  He also told us some anecdotes about Imelda.

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Apologised for being Ninong at Red and Elsa’s wedding.  Said he didn’t know/wasn’t aware of what happened between us…

JMS

He told me he saw Red and asked him how I was.  Red shyly pulled him aside and told hiom we’re finished.  So when JMS saw me at Sydney for the NCC reunion he told me next time he sees Red he will tell him that he saw me in Syd, happy and pretty with my boyfriend (husband) Greg!

Joe Almonte:  Whenever you’re in MNL I want you to report to me within 96 hours OK?

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Sleep is a great thing.  I used to take it for granted when I could sleep just about anywhere, anytime.  But sometimes for me there’s more to sleep than just closing my eyes and being dead to the world.  Here are some examples:

1.  Sometime in 1987 I was at the airport, waiting for a flight for Baguio to meet up with Red and the kids.  Red was posted at PMA (after being implicated in the “alleged” RAM coup God Save the Queen of November 1986 but that’s another story) and Kitinn and Kris were on holidays.  I was booked on a 7:30am flight and was sitting happily in an uncomfortable seat at the departure area.  Before long the PA boomed, calling for all passengers for the Baguio flight.  I got up quickly and proceeded to the gate, showed my ticket only to be told my flight had left an hour ago and this was the next flight!  I was asleep for an hour and didn’t even know it.  I begged the lady to let me on this flight.  This was pre-911 and because I only had a carry-on bag, a supervisor mumbled then scribbled something on my ticket and a clipboard, and let me on!  I spent the 25 minute-flight to Baguio trying to figure out what the hell happened back there.

2.  In 1988 I was on a business trip to Geneva.  I was working for the Orient Airlines Association (seconded from PAL) and as Secretary of the Task Group on Automation, I often travelled to Montreal and Geneva for 1-2 day meetings.  Back at the hotel I was dead tired, having just arrived from a 25-hour trip the night before, and surviving a full day’s meeting.  But not too tired to try out this Swiss hair removal cream I bought earlier at the local shop.  I applied it on my underarms and stretched my arms, waiting out the 20-minute setting period.  Next thing I remember I got up and my pits were sore as hell!  Looking at the clock I realised I’ve been asleep with the cream on for almost 3 hours – way too long for even the most stubborn hair!   The cream zapped all my underarm hair alright, but the next day at the meeting my armpits were sooo sore I had to spread my arms the whole time at the meeting.

3.  On another trip for work at OAA, this time in Montreal I just finished a meeting, and was relaxing in my hotel room  and preparing for my flight out the next day.  I was watching TV and smoking – yes I was stupid back (or even?) then.  When I was ready for bed I emptied the full ashtray in the bathroom bin and was half asleep by the time I plonked down in bed.  I don’t know how long it took or why I woke up before my alarm clock went off but I did.  And whoa – the room was full of smoke.  The butts in the ashtray that I tossed in the bathroom bin weren’t out completely and they were smoldering amongst the tissues in the bin!  I don’t know why but to this day I thank God that the smoke alarms didn’t go off.  I opened the windows – yes you could back then – and looked down 16 floors to the street.  I was half expecting to see firetrucks down there.  There was none and the whole street was quiet.  The room was so smoky planes wouldn’t be able to land if it was an airport.   Quickly I cleaned the bin, opened more windows to let the cold Canadian winter breeze come in and thanks to fatigue I slept all 2 hours before my check out time.  At the check out counter it crossed my mind to mention about the smoke alarms in my room not working.  Then I thought I’d better not.

4.  I started gymming again about 2 years before I retired, and continued with with even more verve and frequency. I do to Body Vive, Yoga and Zumba about 5-6 times a week.  Body Vive and Zumba are fun and get the heart pumping.  But yoga after Zumba is simply great. Yoga class ends with a 10 minute relaxation/meditation time.  You lie with eyes closed with hands on the side, and body completely sunk on the mat.  On one yoga class, Pauline the instructor told us how to set ourselves down in her soothing voice.  The next thing I knew, I stirred because the lights had been turned on and the others were already rolling up their mats or have left.  I was asleep the whole time!  Kitinn was about 2 mats away preparing to pack up and pretending not to know me.  She later asked me what I remembered last before I woke up.  It was Pauline saying, “now close your eyes and let yourselves go…”  It was the best 10-minute nap ever.

5.  In 1987 (God Save the Queen) I had just got home after a loong flight from Geneva.  I was soo tired that once I got home from the airport all I could think of was sleeep, sleeep and more sleeep.  Red was at PMA in Baguio at the time.  After chatting with my Nanay and Tatay (who were visiting from Davao then), and Kitinn and Kris over a light dinner I headed for bed when I was handed a note from Tito Legaspi which said, “Red is Ok.  Stay at home.  Hope we celebrate soonest.”  What the?  I was too catatonic to make sense of it so I went to bed without giving it any more thought.  Within seconds I was dead to the world.  About 4:00am I was woken up by a frantic call from a journalist, Marites Danguilan-Vitug, asking me why I was still in Camp Aguinaldo.  She said there was a foiled attempt to raid Malacanang and the “rebels” (whom we didn’t have to name) were holed up in Camp Aguinaldo and I needed to take leave Aguinaldo.  I mumbled thanks and something about not knowing what she was talking about, told her Red wasn’t home and the kids were asleep, and was tired from a loong flight  so had to hung up to go back to sleep.  Then at about 7am I got woken up by our househelp saying there was trouble out in the camp with armed soldiers running around and some shots being fired.  What the!!!  I was so fed up I quickly got dressed and walked 50 meters to the Honasans’ home to find out what the hell was going on.  I desperately wanted to go back to sleep.  When I got there Greg was in full battle gear, his wife Jane and the kids were about and there were so many soldiers around the house.   I was still stunned when Greg with his usual charming smile told me not to worry, that Red was coming down from Baguio soon, andthat  this will soon be over.  Then I was realllly awake.  This story is continued in……(place link here)