Yesterday morning, my fellow Hares (Pubic Head and Buddy Fucker) and I marked today’s Hash trail. It’s about 8K with one moderately easy hill climb, but damn, I don’t recall ever being as tired as I was when we finished. The heat really does suck you dry. I usually drink half a bottle of water (or less) during a hike, but yesterday I finished two. It’s every bit as hot today, maybe hotter (I was dripping wet after the morning dog walk) so I hope my fellow Hashers take care on the trail. We didn’t build in a short version, but today, I will walk the portion after the hill and invite any folks inclined to shortcut to join me.
I took a nap when I got home, did my blogging duty, then showered up and headed out for the feeding at Hideaway.
And in keeping with my custom, after Hideaway I hit the beach.
Once again, the bay waters were very choppy, and the floater was really rocking. Swan and I were both feeling a tad queasy by the time we left. One group boarded and then left almost immediately because it was so rough. In just a few more weeks, the floating bars will be put in storage for the stormy season. I’ll need to find a new Sunday evening diversion. I’m thinking I’ll make it dinner at John’s night. We’ll see.
We had our nightcap at It Doesn’t Matter, but it was pretty boring, so we headed home even earlier than normal. I’m just glad to be alive.
Speaking of which, the diarrhea issue has moderated somewhat–from pure liquid to liquid with chunks. Also, I have regained the ability to fart without leakage. Swan had the can of air freshener working hard last night. So, now I need to figure out what’s up with this:
Facebook memories says that six years ago I was having a swell time at Shenanigans in Itaewon:
To the Quora Q&A then:
Q: How do I deal with my boyfriend not being able to keep a job? He has been fired from all 4 jobs he has had, 2 of which I got for him. He has also lied to me about being fired every time.
A: Have you considered getting a new boyfriend?
Yep, the old answer a question with a question routine.
A couple of funnies before I go:
So, it’s time to get myself together for the journey back to the Hash trail starting point to offer some words of wisdom to the Hashers and guide the shortcutters to their trail. I’ll let you know how it all goes tomorrow.
Pretty sure we’ve covered the Buddhist and the hot-dog vendor before. The rest of the joke goes something like this:
… so the Buddhist eats his hot dog and asks the vendor how much it was. “Three bucks,” says the vendor. The Buddhist hands him a five, which the vendor pockets. “What about my change?” demands the Buddhist. The vendor says, “Change comes from within.”
re: definition of hope
As long as she’s under 40, right?
May the Hashers enjoy your path.
Now that you mention it, it does sound familiar. That’s one of the nice things about dementia–everything old is new again!
Yes, indeed, as long as she is under 40. Some things go without saying…
That’s one of the nice things about dementia–everything old is new again!
It’s hard for me to tell the difference between “revisiting the classics” and “having a geezer moment.” My inability to discern may itself be a function of old age. I turn 55 this year. The “old” Bruce Wayne we meet in The Dark Knight Returns is 55.
55? Such a young buck! But yes, aging has some drawbacks but it sure does beat the alternative to aging! And I’ve heard of The Dark Knight Returns, but I don’t remember anything about it.