Sixteen years ago my granddaughter, Gracyn, came into the world looking like this:

And here is how she has grown up:

Math was never my strong suit, but I’ve been struggling to understand how a 30-year-old man such as myself can be the grandfather of a 16-year-old. It must be some kind of miracle!

What a day this is–the birthday, Children’s Day, and for those of Mexican heritage:

Meanwhile, here in my world, yesterday was my “lazy” day. No real walking to speak of, just taking care of chores like grocery shopping. I’ve been very frustrated with the constant “out of stock” refrain at Royal lately. So, I had my driver take me to the SM grocery store in Olongapo City. It was a wasted trip, though, because upon arrival just before nine I discovered the store doesn’t open until 10:00. Back to Royal we went, where disappointment is never out of stock. Anyway, if that’s my biggest bitch, life must be very good, indeed!

After my shopping excursion, I came home hungry.

I finished third in last night’s dart tourney, which was actually quite miraculous. After the draw, but before the first dart was thrown, my partner came over and apologized. She said she hadn’t thrown darts for a long time and that she wasn’t very good to begin with. I gave her my standard response of “let’s just have fun.” Turns out, she wasn’t exaggerating–her darts were all over the board. Still, with my “I don’t give a shit, let’s get this over with” attitude kicking in, I played well enough to lead us to victory over Cristy and her partner in the first round. I was as surprised as everyone. We weren’t near good enough to beat the eventual champions, however. Hey, we finished in the money, had some fun, and drank some beers. I’d call that a good night.

And so it goes.