There’s never much of interest to write about in my routine life, but Tuesdays are the emptiest day of my week. I mean, where’s the excitement in grocery shopping, right? On a positive note, at least this post will be a short one. Promise!
So, the aforementioned shopping at the YBC and Royal supermarkets went without incident. But I was in for a big surprise when I got back home. Before heading out at beer o’clock, I prepare my bedtime snack so I don’t have to mess with doing so under the influence of alcohol. And my preferred dessert to overcome my ice cream addiction is a nice bowl of sugar-free pudding. Like most imported foods these days, it ain’t cheap — $2.20 per box at Royal. Yesterday, I purchased four. So, I reached into the cabinet and grabbed a box. Opened the box, only to discover the brown paper bag inside was unopened, but empty. I have no idea how that could happen, but I assume there was a fuck-up in the manufacturing process. So, I reached back into the cabinet for another box, and WTF, it was empty too.
At least the other two boxes had their content, so I got my pudding fix. I’ll take the empties back to Royal next week and see if they want to make things right.
I also paid a visit to Dr. Jo’s office for my weekly Ozempic injection. I’ve now begun my second month, and so the dosage has gone from low to moderate. The cost has gone up as well — 6,800 pesos for the next four injections. It will be interesting to see what side effects I may experience with the higher dose and whether my weight loss accelerates. I only dropped 1.1 pounds last week, but I guess that’s progress. After one month on Ozempic, my total loss was 7.3 pounds. The biggest difference I’ve noticed (besides going without ice cream and candy) is not craving between-meal snacks, and I’m frequently leaving leftovers on my dinner plate. We’ll see what happens this month with twice the amount of the drug in my system.
My other Tuesday routine is playing in the Alley Hideout dart tournament. Since I can’t be fucked with practicing during the week, my performance is not getting any better. Last night, my partner shot every bit as badly as I did, and we were two games and out without winning a single leg.
Still, being in the dart bar once a week is something different, so unless I get tired of being ashamed of myself, I’ll show up and let the arrows fly. Such as they are.
We did a brief nightcap at Gold Bar after darts, then called it a night. I had a bowl of sugar-free pudding waiting for me in the fridge.
Via Facebook memories, an interesting coincidence from four years ago:
Wrapping up October 2018 in the LTG archives. I’m back in the USA after a 30-hour trip. At least I flew business class. Being back “home” was like traveling back in time. But some of the memories from the most recent iteration of my life in South Carolina were overwhelming. I’m not saying that life in the USA is bad, but I came to realize it was not the life for me, despite all the fun I had with my kids and grandkids. I haven’t been back since that trip.
For today’s YouTube video, let’s take a pictorial journey back to the glory days of the 1970s. What a life we lived!
Humor time:
Yeah, I’d better give it a rest. Time to get on with living my day so I can write about tomorrow!
For curiosity, I looked at Jello prices in the US. Seems like it is about $1.50 per package, so ~50% more in the PI. Prices are going up everywhere unfortunately.
Re: Back in the US
I realize you have said “no” previously, but maybe you need a trip back to the US to reconnect. :P. A trip to get out of the rut.
” There’s never much of interest to write about in my routine life ” , says you. Yours is the first web page I go to in the morning. Your pictures make it seem like I’m on those walks with you. Keep up the good work.
Good morning, Terry! And thank you for your support. I’m glad you enjoy LTG, and I appreciate your readership.
Brian, thanks for the Jello price in the USA. I was curious about that.
I can’t say what the future holds, but looking at those old posts from my last visit is painful now because the family has pretty much disintegrated since then. My sense is that they prefer I not be part of their lives, and I wouldn’t know how to fix what’s broken anyway. A rut is a better place to be than a deep, dark, hole.