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The offenders and the wronged. RIP, trashcan.

This is my first post for the year, so late new year greetings are in order: Happy new year, friends!

We’re always excited about what the new year has in store for us, and I was especially excited because my bananas were finally going to be ripe enough to pick.

(What? You thought I had something more profound and spiritual in mind? Well, happiness is often times found in the little things, right?)

Going back to my story, I was advised that my bananas were going to be ready by January, and though they still looked kinda un-ready to me, (what do I know about bananas outside of eating them), I planned on how I would get them down from the tree.

As you know, a lot of women come by specific shortcomings once they hit a certain age, say, for example, climbing trees. I can’t say I can climb trees now they same I used to when I was, uhmm, when I… ok, never mind.

So when my 16-yr old nephew came to visit, I pounced at the chance for a free banana picking session with him, much to his surprise. I set up the ladder and handed him a bread knife, bid him good luck, and saw him off up the ladder.

Though I realize now that I sent him of to the proverbial war virtually unarmed, he did succeed at sawing off the banana stalk (?), which wasn’t as easy to do as I imagined, but he was in a quandry as to how to get the whole “buwig” down from the tree. I said “just hold on to it by the tail end”, but he says it was too heavy. Daughter admonished me for suggesting it, saying the whole thing was so heavy, it could take nephew down with it.

Me, being me, I put my covered trash can under the bananas so it would break the bananas’ fall. Daughter again scolded, ewww-ed, and said that thing would break the trashcan in half by its sheer weight.

Me, being me, estimated the bananas to be a few kilos, and thought, “Nah. It’s not that heavy”, and procceded with my plan.

Needless to say, I was wrong.

Bananas, anyone?

Oh, and I need a new trashcan.

 

 

By supernormalgirl

Single, 40-ish mom, travelling this world as any normal, girl-next-door would. Is both positive and negative, yin and yang, good and bad. A forever 'tween. Has a love-hate relationship with food, and food wins most of the time. From Manila, Philippines.

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