And walked with her, too.
We kicked things off with the Saturday Sweet Stroll. It was my first time doing any kind of walk since the surgery. I’m not supposed to get my eye wet for two weeks, but damn, how is that even possible when you live in a sweat box like the Philippines?
Here’s the beginning of the stroll, a ten-minute walk through Alta Vista to the first neighborhood we visit on our regular route.
And a few photos of what I saw along the way:
Later in the day, we met up with the neighbors at Hops and Brews Beer Garden.
Hops and Brews has great ambiance and looks to be a nice place to hang out and enjoy the chill vibe.
Despite all that, I only visit here a couple of times a year, and only when invited to a gathering like the one last night. I’m not sure why it is not on my radar. Looking at the menu, I was surprised at how expensive everything is. I decided to do the pulled pork and a side of coleslaw (480 pesos or $9).
Swan tried the beef brisket (600 pesos or $11).
After dinner, Jeff and Davina joined us for a nightcap at the Alaska Club. And since they live next door, we had a free and comfortable ride home. Life is good, even when the food isn’t.
Saturday’s report card: 13,665 steps, 10.51 kilometers walked, 3,199 calories burned.
It’s June of 2009 in my journey through the LTG archives. Today’s noteworthy (to me) post is about attending the Army Ball, a formal affair.
The last time I visited Korea was six years ago this month.
Today’s YouTube video shares the “joys” of provincial life in the Philippines. I sometimes fantasize about living like the locals do in some of the areas I hike, but the reality of the everyday life hardships would be too much to bear for long. I’m a creature of comfort in my old age. Hell, I don’t even want to go camping again.
And that Zen moment you’ve been waiting for:
How Do You Tell When You’re Out Of Invisible Ink?
On to the humor:
And there you have it. It’s rained every day since May, but at least it’s been holding off until after my morning walks lately. It’s pouring down now, which means I may be in for a wet walk to Hideaway for the feeding. Oh well, without bad weather you wouldn’t appreciate the good weather.
This chicken has come home to roost. Er…
See here.
Even my tablemates commented on how small the portion was.
Sometimes, size does matter.
Life is good, even when the food isn’t.
This seems to be the opposite of last time: a good bar for drinking, but not for anything else.
I do remember Kevin attempted to overcome the liberal dogma my nephew has been indoctrinated with, but alas, he was unsuccessful.
About as successful as getting you to write mistake-free English. When people don’t care, they don’t care. I should learn that lesson.
re: “Listen, girl, I can’t read this, try again.”
Spot the errors. (Hint: the vocative comma before “girl” is fine.) Different corrections are possible.
Enjoy the rainy season.
Kev, I did remember your guidance about Yanks using “er.” But I went with it anyway because “roost er” was my play on words.
Size is the difference between “appetizer” and “satisfier,” at least when it comes to food.
When people don’t care, they don’t care.
Are you saying I’m ignorant or apathetic? Maybe both? Well, I’ve always been a rebel!
Well, an easy fix would be to replace the comma after “this” with a semicolon. If I were writing it, I’d make it two sentences: Listen, girl, I can’t read this. Try again.
I’d make it two sentences: Listen, girl, I can’t read this. Try again.
Some might argue that your correction is okay. I wouldn’t. In my opinion, a better correction, since “Listen, girl” and “I can’t read this” are basically two independent clauses (which shouldn’t be separated by a mere comma), might be, “Listen, girl—I can’t read this. Try again.” Using a semicolon in place of the em dash would be awkward, though, given the context of a hasty command (“Listen”). You could try this: “Listen, girl. I can’t read this. Try again.” But someone might accuse you of using too many periods. A dignified solution that avoids the em dash and period might be: “Listen, girl: I can’t read this. Try again.” The colon in this context means, “Listen up for what’s to come.” But if you want naturalism more than dignity, stick with the em dash.
• Listen, girl, I can’t read this. Try again. (no—comma splice)
• Listen, girl—I can’t read this. Try again. (yes—most natural)
• Listen, girl. I can’t read this. Try again. (maybe too abrupt)
• Listen, girl; I can’t read this. Try again. (no—awkward)
• Listen, girl: I can’t read this. Try again. (dignified, but possibly stilted)
In sum, I’d go with an em dash or a period. The second comma in your correction—the one after “girl”—feels like a comma splice. See this non-AI resource.
As for this:
Kev, I did remember your guidance about Yanks using “er.” But I went with it anyway because “roost er” was my play on words.
Ugh. Anything to promote the bad joke, eh? In that same situation, I would have tried to find a workaround solution, i.e., a different, cleverer play on words in this case. But that would mean making an effort.
Kev, yeah, I just go with the flow and whatever seems funny in my head at the moment.
It is nice to play at correcting bad punctuation on someone’s writing other than my own, for a change!