I can almost hear my readers asking, “aren’t they all?” Yeah, pretty much. But Tuesdays even more so. Instead of hiking, I do my grocery shopping. Nothing much I can say about that. Well, here is this week’s inflationary example:

The mountain girl I sponsor came by in the afternoon to give me a massage. During the happy ending, I became breathless, and she had to stop. Should have used my nebulizer before she started. I’m getting a little worried about my lung capacity of late, and I had my helper renew a prescription for a drug I stopped taking several months ago. Hopefully, that will help. And yes, I’m also making a doctor’s appointment.

Speaking of massages, I got a Facebook friend request from this girl:

Speaking of my helper, I found out she got married last week in Manila. She didn’t tell me; someone posted photos on FB. I congratulated her this morning. She says she is not quitting her job; he is going back to the states. I guess the plan is for her to get a visa to join him eventually. Best wishes to them both.

I totally sucked at darts last night. Some of the worst I can remember throwing. Two matches and out. Today is the big league match against Alley Cats with first place for the season on the line. Damn, I hope I throw better than I have been.

After the darts disaster, I took a long walk up the highway to John’s place. He had posted on Facebook about a new sandwich he was making:

I don’t think I’d ever had that kind of meat on bread, so I gave it a try:

I was tired and beered out of my meal, so I caught a trike on home.

I used to love making coffee for my ex:

Speaking of the past, Facebook reminded me that this is who I used to be:

This apparently is a true story:

My pal Scott shared his photo album for the month of May, and there are some very nice shots of the local landscape. Give it a look if you are interested.

That’s it from here for now. Thanks for dropping by.