This will be an abbreviated post today because I’m running late, and the hash is looming.
Swan was off doing whatever it is she does with her Sunday me time, and I proceeded to do what I do pretty much every damn day of my life. Last night, I did the feeding at Hideaway and then my nightcap at Wet Spot. The photo above was taken at the entrance to WS. One thing that stood out for me was Aine seems to be avoiding me. She usually doesn’t wait for an invite to join me when I take my seat, but last night, she came by, said hello, then walked off. Weird. Still, it was nice keeping that lady drink money in my wallet.
I got home early, a little after seven, and Swan was sitting on the couch. The TV hadn’t been mounted yet, so she was watching Netflix on her phone. I made us dessert (pecan pie a la mode), which she seemed to enjoy. When I was ready for bed, Swan said she was going to watch some more Netflix. See you later, then.
Oh, when I got home, Lucky was standing on the front porch, wagging his tail and wanting to be let into the house. I decided to forgive (but I won’t forget) and let him in.
I invited Swan to join me on the morning dog walk, but she declined.
I met with the landlord’s agent at my old place and turned over the keys. Doing the property checklist, there was a missing rice cooker and TV remote control. I found both items here and will return them soon. It will be interesting to see how much, if any, of my two-month security deposit is returned to me.
Lots of thoughts are swirling in my brain, but I’m going to take my time to sort it all out. Perhaps it was just a weird coincidence, but I happened upon a post from December 2021 where I was experiencing a similar bout of love-induced confusion. That gal is rumored to be getting married soon. All’s well that ends well.
The hand is still painfully sore, and it is my left hand, the one I prefer (as anyone in their right mind would). I’m keeping it clean and taking the antibiotics that Dr. Dave recommended, so it is just a matter of time until I’m healed.
It’s time to shower up and prepare for my Hash excursion. I understand the trail passes through Alta Vista, so my plan is to catch it here and save those steps to the VFW starting point. Waste not, want not, right?
This sounds like a story right out of the Philippines:
Back tomorrow with more of this kind of goodness.
On a side bar note, I totally get why Swan doesn’t want to be picced and uploaded. You basically tell all on this blog. That’s why we live vicariously through you. But I wouldn’t wat to be part of the expose and I guess she either reads this blog or knows your intentions. Heck, that could be why Lucky finally went for you. And thus I’m a bit uneasy with the half photos, the almost-profile views. Smacks of someone who really would rather not being taking part in the activity of being photographed being photographed.
Like where you’ve positioned the TV on the wall. People entering the apt will feel you are sat there awaiting their return.
re: muffins
At least the oven works! Nice.
Good to see the dart board up. May there be much practicing. It’ll be therapeutic.
Lucky, being a dog, has no choice but to follow his particular dog-nature. You can get rid of him (which might make Buddy sad but might be safer for Swan), or you can figure out what makes him tick. Tons of dog-whisperer vids on YouTube.
Why is my dog suddenly aggressive toward me?
Why dogs turn on their owners
There are many, many other videos on this topic. I’m not sure either of the above is satisfactory, but it’s a start.
Thanks for the videos. I saw some others in the sidebar that look interesting, too. I’ve always thought of Lucky as being equal parts stupid and crazy. He’s been fine since that incident, but I know if he is triggered again he will not show any self-restraint. He tends to be disobedient as well, which I find especially frustrating. Buddy is the complete opposite personality-wise.
Dan, no Swan doesn’t know about the blog (yet) and I hope it stays that way. I tend to write as if no one I know reads the blog, and I’m surprised when I find out otherwise. There is a feeling of freedom in anonymity, but I’ve also tried to exercise some discretion (hence not using Swan’s actual name). Swan was never shy about posting photos of her and the deceased lover, so her reluctance now is more about keeping our relationship a secret. I don’t post anything about her or us on Facebook, only sharing here on my little-read blog.
As for the TV, given the room layout, it is really the only available wall space. That’s where Swan’s TV was before, too.
I still say Lucky gets the Bootsky.
Just ain’t worth it.
And he’ll feed a small family.
DS, Right after the biting incident, my driver volunteered to take Lucky off my hands. He said he would make some aso adobo. It was tempting…