It's very tempting to watch trains go by, either for a day, or for the rest of one's life. Losers do it all the time.
But when one is semi-retired like me, watching trains go by, becomes acceptable. Even watching birds fly onto my window sill, or watching the five dogs in the household mangle each other for food or for playtime become A-okay, specially on a rainy day.
We were planning to watch the new Bourne movie but the on-and- of- again rain ruined the day's plan.
Which brings to mind that summer in Canada is winding down whilst the rainy season in Manila has just started its reign.
During summer in Toronto, we did what true blue Canadians did - stayed out in the sun. Indoor malls were deserted during summer, except for visitors and some Asian families who protected their skin from the ravages of UV rays.
We never enjoyed backpacking, though. Nor pitching- in tents in some woods for weekend camping.
We were traditionalists; we loved long trips, stopping at restaurants, arriving at destinations for rest and recreation which included souvenir hunts.
We love cottage markets, open flea markets, outlet stores, museums, parks, old churches, summer jazz, cook-outs, I-Hops, and hotels and motels on the roads.
In Manila on summers, we love driving to the beaches up North or down South.
But wet Manila makes one lazy. The cool breeze brought by rains makes it ideal for napping.
On a rainy day, I can watch imaginary trains go by, and let my memories rekindle events of long ago.
