Let's start with driving. I've almost perfected this maneuver my father wants me to get. He is very particular with parking skills e.g. parking in tiny spaces, timing, etc. Anyway, I love having driving/parking lessons with my father. He guides well and he tries to subtly boost my confidence but he fails on the subtlety. Substance wise I love that my father takes the time and wakes up early on a SUNDAY morning just for teaching me. :D
Anywho, I've mentioned in one of my entries that my father wants a jukebox. So, I canvassed through the internet and found some in Pampanga. Although, they can't show us the jukeboxes at the moment so my father look up this other seller in Bulacan. I contacted the seller. We went there today. All of the time I am texting the seller I am imagining a middle age guy, tall and dark. He would probably wearing some blue sando and all. Yup, I've imagined the nameless contact person as such. Even when the contact person said his/her name is "Miner". I also imagined the location of the jukeboxes at a garage.
Only, I imagined everything wrong. Hehe. "Miner" is a middle aged woman, fair and more than passable. The location of the jukeboxes is inside her cute house. She's a collector and she asks some mechanical people to restore them. The first thing I saw inside their house is a gramophone. That perked me up, instantly. Then the jukeboxes and then some telephones with old dials that I've already mentioned fascinates me. :D
All those and they didn't come quite close to the feeling of hearing the jukebox pick up a disc and play a song. The crisp sound it makes as it is about to play. (If you have no idea, what sound I am talking about, try watching the first part of Westlife's "Uptown Girl" they played the jukebox there in the first part.) I couldn't get over the happiness that sound made me feel. :D. Weird as it sounds but maybe, I just didn't expect to hear such sound in my entire life. hahaha. In all honesty, I don't know why the sound exalted and excited me. I feel like my eyes were dancing as I've heard the sound. :). I never knew, such sound would make me happy. :))
While on our way back home, I told my father how happy I was. And he said he's happy too. Only, he didn't show it because "Miner" might think that she gave the jukebox for us in such a low price. Hehe. I told him, I feel like a kid who went to a candy shop for the first time. I admire "Miner" and what she's doing. She's not collecting and restoring these things for a living, or for a business. She's doing it because she loves doing it. It's a great hobby and she shares that hobby with the world. I like the way she's so enthusiastic in helping us, not because she's a seller but just because she's happy to share. :D I hope when the time comes or even now, I could enjoy a great hobby and be able to share it. :D
On to more mundane things. My father does this 60 flights of stairs every Sunday at QMC. I only do 20. The doctor said 5 flights a day is already healthy. While in QMC, I've seen this cute black dog. It was too playful for my camera to get a good shot at him. There were also this beautiful pack of Siberian Huskies, the world's (me) favorite dog breed. Anywho, I've failed to get a picture of them because even if they have leashes and they are my favorite breed, I am still quite scared of dogs. :)).
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