Yesterday was another milestone on my journey to find domestic bliss. It looked like this:
Swan joined me for a morning candy walk on the streets of Barretto.Down we go in search of kiddies to treat.Here’s someNot so many kids around as I expected. Apparently, school was not out like we thought.We still found some scattered about the ‘hoods we walked through.But a lot of empty spaces, too.An Easter mountain glimpse from a different vantage point.We did a 5K street walk then called it quits. Had some breakfast at Jewel Cafe, then headed home.We felt lazy and took a trike home.
And when beer o’clock came around, something strange (for me) happened. I felt no desire to go hit the bars in town. Why should I when I had a beer in the fridge and a rooftop to enjoy them on?
The Rite Spot for evening views like this one.The sun went down……and the flames went up.Swan’s kitchen was open and she served me this delicious bowl of bulgogi.On the other side of the roof, a full moon was rising.Swan chatting with the neighbors. Alan next door said he reads my blog, so I’ll give him a shout-out here.Swan chillin’ in her rocker with a glass of wine.Enjoying the gathering darkness.
Later, I went back downstairs for another dose of “Shameless.” I woke up in the wee hours as usual and noticed the moon had completed its journey to the front side of my house.
Nice to see you again.
Anyway, I enjoyed my stay-at-home night, and I will make some room for more in the future. It was a very nice change of pace, that’s for sure.
A LONG hike today and I’m feeling a little wiped out, but I’m going to try and do the SOB. Or not. We’ll see. It’s good to have options!
We’ll see how that works out for me.It looks great. Can I talk you out of it?
I’m going to do an unrelated song for today in honor of Melanie, who died yesterday. I wasn’t a big fan like I am with Ronstadt, but she was talented and lived a good life. RIP.
6 thoughts on “A sweet walk homeward”
The sun went down…
Looks like a volcano in the distance.
…she served me this delicious bowl of bulgogi.
Looks legit, and there’s no rice, so I guess you’re going carnivore.
Anyway, I enjoyed my stay-at-home night, and I will make some room for more in the future. It was a very nice change of pace, that’s for sure.
You’re working on Swan, who’s walking with you more and more; she’s working on you, and you’re slowly becoming less a creature of the bars and bar girls. This is good. One day, we can hope, you’ll meet in the middle.
John, you had better talk to the owner of the Rite Spot and see if he will stock San Miguel Zero for you!!
Yeah, I’ll talk to him about that. Zero doesn’t come in cans, and hauling a case of bottles up those stairs won’t be fun…
No, I’m not a carnivore–I just don’t care much for rice. Had a broccoli and cauliflower mix as a side. (it arrived too late for the photo.)
Yes, things are progressing nicely with Swan. In many ways, she is everything I dreamed of. I especially appreciate how she helped me through my recent bouts with illness. Now my challenge is to not fuck things up this time.
Rite Spot On The Roof. 18 to party, 21 to drink! (Is there even a drinking age in the PI?)
“Apparently, school was not out like we thought”. What! Alice Cooper told me that school was out forever!
Those trike drivers ain’t playing around when it comes to smoking.
The bulgogi looks legit.
“A full moon was rising”. Watch out for those PI werewolves McCrarey.
“Swan chatting with the neighbors”. I think the conversation was something more like this: “And tell your Yankee boyfriend the next time he sings I Started a Joke by the BeeGees on the roof, we are calling the Po-Lease!
Peace Out!
I think the drinking age is 18, but I have never seen anyone carded.
It’s not the trike drivers; it’s some stupid city ordinance. I’ve not ever seen it enforced though.
I’m not scared of a werewolf…it’s those damn vampires that get me. The bars are full of them. They don’t suck blood, they suck your wallet dry.
Yeah, the Po-Lease would likely go for Every Breath I Take. And they’d be watching me.
The sun went down…
Looks like a volcano in the distance.
…she served me this delicious bowl of bulgogi.
Looks legit, and there’s no rice, so I guess you’re going carnivore.
Enjoying the gathering darkness.
Imagine dragons.
Anyway, I enjoyed my stay-at-home night, and I will make some room for more in the future. It was a very nice change of pace, that’s for sure.
You’re working on Swan, who’s walking with you more and more; she’s working on you, and you’re slowly becoming less a creature of the bars and bar girls. This is good. One day, we can hope, you’ll meet in the middle.
John, you had better talk to the owner of the Rite Spot and see if he will stock San Miguel Zero for you!!
Yeah, I’ll talk to him about that. Zero doesn’t come in cans, and hauling a case of bottles up those stairs won’t be fun…
No, I’m not a carnivore–I just don’t care much for rice. Had a broccoli and cauliflower mix as a side. (it arrived too late for the photo.)
Yes, things are progressing nicely with Swan. In many ways, she is everything I dreamed of. I especially appreciate how she helped me through my recent bouts with illness. Now my challenge is to not fuck things up this time.
Rite Spot On The Roof. 18 to party, 21 to drink! (Is there even a drinking age in the PI?)
“Apparently, school was not out like we thought”. What! Alice Cooper told me that school was out forever!
Those trike drivers ain’t playing around when it comes to smoking.
The bulgogi looks legit.
“A full moon was rising”. Watch out for those PI werewolves McCrarey.
“Swan chatting with the neighbors”. I think the conversation was something more like this: “And tell your Yankee boyfriend the next time he sings I Started a Joke by the BeeGees on the roof, we are calling the Po-Lease!
Peace Out!
I think the drinking age is 18, but I have never seen anyone carded.
It’s not the trike drivers; it’s some stupid city ordinance. I’ve not ever seen it enforced though.
I’m not scared of a werewolf…it’s those damn vampires that get me. The bars are full of them. They don’t suck blood, they suck your wallet dry.
Yeah, the Po-Lease would likely go for Every Breath I Take. And they’d be watching me.