I am what I am, and that’s all that I am, but it would take a lot more than spinach to make me a Popeye. I fear my destiny will be a Wimpy one.
Yesterday’s Hash kicked my ass. Leech My Nuggets was the Hare, and he is famous for tough but well-marked trails. Run #1586 was no exception. We began on the far side of Subic town and journeyed back through the hills to the On-Home at Smokes and Bottles. The first climb left me breathless, and I had an internal debate about giving up, but retreat wasn’t an appealing option either. So onward I plodded. My relief at achieving the summit was short-lived because the getting down was also long and surprisingly difficult. On the other hand, I’m 68 years old and still getting out and about, so I won’t overly shame my effort. The day may come when I’m only a flat-earther, but that day has not arrived yet.
Prior to departing home for the Hash, I partook in a fine lunch crafted by Swan’s loving hands.
Then it was time to get to work.
And so ended a challenging Hash. Glad I lived to tell about it.
In other news, I got asked a question on Quora today about becoming a certified human resources professional (I are one). I’ve not been very active on Quora lately, but I did look through some of my previous answers there. And just for you, my faithful few readers, I’ve decided to start a new daily feature here at LTG–a Q&A from the past. C’mon, admit it, you’re getting bored with hiking pictures, right? Well, I’m still doing those; this is something extra, lagniappe, as we used to say in Louisiana. Here’s today’s:
Q: I’m 1 inch tall and I’m in the palm of your hand. You can do whatever you want with me, with no limits. What would you do with me?
A: I’d have you dance on my hand, then give you a round of applause…
For some reason, that didn’t earn me any upvotes. Oh well, ask a stupid question; that’s what you get.
Had enough of this nonsense for one day? Me, too. Besides, it’s almost time for me to do my Tuesday gig at the Kokomo floating bar. See you here tomorrow!
The high life
Looks good! I assume those are baby-back ribs.
We are not in Madison County anymore. (Does anyone get that archaic reference?)
Well, the Eastwood/Streep film based on the book came out in 1995, and the book came out in 1992, neither of which I’d call “archaic” (the 90s feel like yesterday to me), but I’m guessing it’s based on an even more ancient reference: Dorothy’s “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore” from the 1939 “The Wizard of Oz.” Damn, that’s the start of World War II in Europe!
A search of the exact quote “We are not in Madison County anymore” turns up zero results, so I guess we’re just supposed to make the connection between the bridge in the photo and the name “Madison County.” In that context, “archaic” is a bit misleading.
Let the suffering begin! Those steps were tortuous
Because you said “suffering,” I’m tempted to think you meant torTURous (evoking torture), but you then wrote, “…largely because they were unevenly spaced and of inconsistent height, making it hard to find any rhythm.” TorTUous, which is what you wrote, means “twisting and turning and crooked,” so that could conceivably work in this context. (Tortuous comes from the same Latin root [tortus] as the French tordu, i.e., “twisted.”) So—you’re in the clear!
Am curious to hear about the Dr. Jo visit.
Yep, those are baby backs.
I’m not going to quibble with you on what constitutes archaic, but the 90s were in the last century, after all. I read the Madison County book back then and probably saw the movie, but I remember almost nothing about either now. But looking at the photo as I blogged, it occurred to me that this was definitely not a bridge in Madison. The Oz reference about not Kansas naturally and instantly flowed from that. That’s a little insight into how my muddled brain works these days. I am happy to report that as of this morning, a Google search returns ONE result for “we are not in Madison County anymore.” Does that make me famous?
Re: torturous versus tortuous. Damn, I got lucky. Then again, the climb was indeed a torturous and tortuous journey to the top! (full disclosure: I did intend torturous)
Dr. Jo thought my more frequent than usual urination was related to the new blood pressure meds I’m taking. I’m going to have some blood work done at the lab to make sure all is well inside my bloated body.
You are doing great for 68.(hey that rhymes) Can be your political chant when you run for mayor of Barretto. Vote McCrarey, he’s great at 68! I’d vote for ya!
“The high life”. Lunch? Looks like the buffet at Golden Coral. I get baloney on Wonder Bread and stale Lay’s. Well, l I do get mustard on my baloney so there’s that.
“Gathering at the trailhead”. Please tell me the dude wearing the Fauci mask is joking. Right? Please.
“I welcomed Missionary Grinder back with some cookies for her KIDS”. Ya let me down McCrarey. Should have welcomed her back with a box or Trojan’s for her while you held the box and smiled for the pic.
Peace Out!
I’m not going to quibble with you on what constitutes archaic, but the 90s were in the last century, after all.
As the saying goes, everything before the word “but” is horseshit.
Congrats on your one Google result! Amazing how that works.
I hope the blood panel comes back fairly quickly. At my local doctor’s office, they used to pretend I’d need to come back a couple days later for the results, but lately, they’ve dropped that pretense. They’ve got a machine that does the blood work and spits out the results right then and there. They’ve always had that machine.
I just recently watched “Bridges of Madison County” again. it’s such a nice movie. Added.to my favorites list.
You keep mentioning “Shamless” so it may be time for me to watch.
Going back to Colorado Springs in 2 weeks.
I have decided not to live in Korea, although my wife may live here part of the year.
Will miss her when she is here. She takes great care of me.
My spinal stenosis seems to be worsening.
My brain no longer communicates with my ankles. Need my neurosurgon.
Jerry, I’m sorry to hear about your worsening health issues. Hang in there and make the best of things. Good luck back in Colorado.
I’m going to need to rewatch “Bridges of Madison County.” That’s the nice thing about getting old–everything seems new again. “Shameless” probably isn’t for everyone; it’s a poor family in south Chicago with loads of issues. But, a good story wrapped around the sex, drugs, and drinking.
Stay strong!
Kev, I thought it was everything AFTER the “but” being bullshit.
I’m going to get the bloodwork done tomorrow. I recall having to wait a day for the results, but we’ll see. I’ll still need to make an appointment for Dr. Jo to review, so it will likely be next week.
Soju, Barretto is a barangay…part of Olongapo City. No mayor here, just a captain.
Mustard is good. I felt bad about my baloney sandwich until I met the man with no condiments.
Sorry, he was a visiting Hasher from Angeles, and I guess he drank the mask Kool-Aid. Nothing like wearing the results of your IQ test showing retardation.
Grinder has six kids, and she’s 40+. Too late for condoms now!
Kev, I thought it was everything AFTER the “but” being bullshit.
The classic example is, “I’m not a racist, but… (+ racist remark)”
Other examples:
I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but…
I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but…
It’s not that I don’t trust your leadership, but…
Not to quibble, but… (+ quibble)
Etc., etc.
Insincere stuff first, [but] what you’re really trying to say second.
See here. We’re all guilty of it.
Okay, that all makes sense to me now. You would think I’d have known that, but you’d be wrong. Live and learn. Or, in my case, is it live and forget, then relearn?