A solitary stroll

Ah, another restless Sunday. I did enough beers at Cheap Charlies to persuade me of the wisdom of taking a trike home as opposed to walking as I normally do. I was in bed before 9 and awake at midnight with another coughing jag. This shit is getting old! Experienced a little shortness of breath while walking Buddy this morning, then came home and took a nap. The temptation to just completely laze away the day crossed my mind, but I felt compelled to get off my ass and do something. As much for my mental health as anything. I’m thinking too much these days it seems. So I took a stroll in search of perspective.

It was one of my standard walks that takes about an hour to complete. Care to join me?

Leaving my neighborhood I came to a crossroads. And took the path I always do because it made no difference.
An easy path to follow.
Passing through the Marian Hills neighborhood…
A street scene in Marian Hills.
Back on trail…
I probably wouldn’t survive many drunken nights if this bridge led to my house…
A street scene in San Isidro…
One of the ubiquitous Sari-Sari stores...
The ice cream man! And yes, I handed out some candy and cookies today as well.
All you need is a place to lay your weary head I suppose…
The narrow bridge into Santo Tomas…
A Jeepney on Sawmill road. So named because at one time it led to a now-defunct sawmill. Or so I’ve been told.
The local elementary school.
Up ahead lies the National Highway…
The checkpoint entering Barretto.
The dirty water of the Matain river…
Divimart!
A fresh veggies and meat stand near my subdivision.
The gates to Alta Vista.
My next-door neighbor, Joy.
My street.
Home at last!

That was nice. Thanks for joining me. I think I need another nap!

4 thoughts on “A solitary stroll

  1. Officially yes, but we’ve had very little rain thus far. Last year at this time streets were flooding. I fear we will pay a price for this dry July next month…

  2. I guess you’ve decided not to rest. Do you have an electric blanket?

    Seems to me you’ve been under the weather a week +. Get yourself a bottle of schnapps, get drunk, roll up under that blanket and sweat it out.

    You may need and antibiotic.

    Joy looks kind of fashionable for a country gal

    Get better
    Jerry

  3. Thanks, Jerry. Not going anywhere near a doctor these days! I’ll be fine, it’s as likely a flare-up of my COPD as anything else.

    Joy is a hottie but married. Unfortunately.

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