And prospects for prosperity are looking good! That’s my way of saying the blood work results were better than I had hoped for–everything was within the normal range, and nasty things like cholesterol were below standard. Dr. Jo was impressed with the marked improvement over my previous results last July and suggested I keep on doing what I’ve been doing. I’m sure diet and exercise are factors, but the chelation treatments have also likely contributed to my healthier results. Dr. Jo and I agreed to do the four-week chelation cycle every other month going forward and see how that works out for me.


Meanwhile, back at the house, Swan was busy in the kitchen preparing for a gathering at The Rite Spot.








The food was good, the company outstanding, and the beer icy cold—a winning combination. Neighbor Martin (the guy on the left side of the table) spends most of his time working in Manila, so we hadn’t enjoyed his company in quite a while. His wife, Joss, paid me a nice compliment when she told me she hadn’t recognized me at first because of my recent weight loss. My high school compatriot Mike (at the head of the table) regaled us with stories from his extraordinary life. Starting with his time with the army in Vietnam, his career as a music promoter with some of the biggest bands in rock-n-roll history, and some of his adventures from the early years of his retired life in Brazil. Martin was so impressed that he tried to talk Mike into writing his story, and he’d use some of his connections to make it into a movie. Mike was non-committal about doing so, but he’s going to the USA next week to retrieve some of his papers and photos. We shall see.
The party went later than expected, and regular readers will be shocked to hear I was up until well after ten p.m. last night. I’m glad my health is up to the challenge! Martin and his wife also asked to join this morning’s group hike, and it was great to have them along.

There is some good news: despite my recent transgressions, today’s weigh-in has me down to 228.9 pounds. So, since I began this quest on November 1, 2024, I’ve lost 38.2 pounds overall and 2.8 pounds since my March 7 weigh-in.
Things I saw and shared on Facebook today:


Today’s stroll through the LTG archives brought me to this post from October 2005. It’s just another day-in-the-life type entry, much like I’m still writing twenty years later. I do use more pictures these days, though. I was a CIV III fanatic back then. I’m not sure why I stopped playing.
I’m pretty sure I posted this poem I wrote in high school previously, but here it is again. Of special note is that my creative writing teacher seemed to almost like it. He was normally very critical of my work.

Facebook memories carried me back to the lonely life I was living in Pyeongtaek during my final months in Korea seven years ago.

Today’s YouTube talks about why people move to the PI and where they hope to find what they seek. It’s short, and I enjoyed the street scenes from Cebu City, a place I briefly considered before opting to live my small-town lifestyle.
Take these as you will:



And that’s all I’ve got for today. I’ll be attending my first SOB in a while tonight, so that’s something a little different to do. With my health metrics on the upswing, I might be subjecting y’all to this daily punishment for a long time come. Unless I get squashed crossing the National Highway.
Congrats on the blood work.
chicken ready to be roasted
That chicken makes me think of General Grievous.
and so I shot him through the head / and laid him in his grave
You’re a prophet! This is practically what Kylo Ren did to Snoke in The Last Jedi.
seargent → sergeant
Looking back, I could have made so much more of this time in my life. I’ll fix things if God grants the “do-over” afterlife I’m praying for.
Who took that picture?
re: memes
“Paramedics attend a accident”—I love it. The joke would’ve been funnier had it not already been done years ago in the novel American Gods. Can you clean up the rest of the awful English in that meme?
Again, congrats on your numbers. I still don’t know how you do it given all of your shitty habits. Alcohol-soaked genes, I guess.
McCurry that diet of yours is a disaster!!! May as well just be eating Pizza Hut daily at this point lol
Why did Swan look so grumpy in the picture of her at the party ?
Terry, I’m not sure. Maybe it was because her Aunt Flo from Redlands was visiting.
Mike, The diet seems to working. And if I were going to eat pizza, it would be something good like Shakey’s.
Kev, I’d be scared to eat a chicken that looked like that!
Damn, I should have copyrighted that poem and got me some Star Wars royalties. And yes, I noticed that I didn’t know how to spell “sergeant” back then. Still don’t, but now I have a spellchecker!
Geez, so many obvious mistakes in that meme that even I can spot them. At first glance, drivers need apostrophes. Needs punctuation after down (semicolon?). Missing apostrophe in both “shes.” Needs a period after road. The last sentence should end with a question mark. That’s not how I’d spell “fuckin’,” but maybe that’s a Brit anomaly.
We’ll see how lucky I am. Hopefully, there’s a long way to go before I find out.