A drama-free day doesn’t have to be boring. An abbreviated version of the Wednesday Walkers took a hike out to, up, over, and around Black Rock mountain. Being in the shadow of Black Rock is relatively common on our walks but it had been a while since we’d done the actual climb. It’s really not that hard getting up but coming down the backside can get a little tricky. It’s not really bad on a dry day like yesterday but when things get wet it’s pretty much a no-go for those of us who choose not to risk life and limb.

You can Relive the hike here if you so desire.

After a nap and a shower, I had a quiet night in town. Just trying to stay healthy. Or alive.

And just now as I finish this post I encounter an epilog to the one I wrote yesterday.

Hi!?
You sent Today at 12:53 PM

What’s up?

Honey sent Today at 12:54 PM

I’m not OK where are u now!?
You sent Today at 12:55 PM

I’m at home…

Honey sent Today at 12:58 PM

Where!? I really really need to pay my rent apartment for tomorrow and if I not give I living out., can u helping me I need 3000 only please send me I pay back to u if u want meet me!?

I’ve been wracking my brain trying to remember who this is. We have five mutual friends on Facebook but none that I think I’ve met in person. Her profile says she works at Arizona but I don’t remember her from there either. I’m not there much these days though. I’m guessing that she worked on the floating bar in the pre-pandemic days.

Anyway, no response is the “no” I chose. So far it seems to have worked.

Ah well, time to play my singles league dart match. Back with more tomorrow.

It turned out to be a more interesting Tuesday than usual. Granted, that’s not saying much, but still. Here are the highlights:

I met up with Kate at the Mangos beach bar at the appointed time of 3:00 p.m. She was waiting when I arrived. I ordered up a beer and chicken fingers, she had a mango juice. Our drinks arrived, we settled in, and then she proceeded to share her tale of woe.

As I understood her to say, some time back they had pawned the family trike which was their primary source of income. Apparently, this was done to finance the cost of the baby she delivered last year.

Kate said that when the pawn loan came due she was unable to make repayment in full, but worked out an arrangement to make monthly installment payments. That changed recently when the owner of the loan demanded payment in full because of their own family emergency–grandmother in the hospital if I recall correctly. Kate tearfully told me that her entire family blames her for this situation and her father says it is her responsibility to make things right. Can I please help her?

Well, that was quite a story. Presented with excellent dramatic effect and with all the elements necessary to tug at your heartstrings. But how much was this story worth?

“How much are you looking for?” I asked her.

“50,000 pesos” she responded.

It’s a good thing I was sitting down. That’s $1041.41 at today’s exchange rate. Now, I may be an easy touch when you are asking for fifty or a hundred dollars, much more than that we better be related or at least intimate. And while I do have the means to “loan” someone the amount Kate is looking for, I don’t have any desire to do so. First of all, I barely know this woman other than as a fellow Hasher and Facebook friend. I was scammed for a thousand bucks by Gemma, a woman I had dated and considered a friend. My trust in her was unfounded. And y’all read my post a couple of days ago about the $400. laptop I bought for Jhen and how that worked out. Kate looked at me expectantly with tears still in her eyes and I told her the truth.

“You’ve got the wrong person. That’s way more than I can afford. I’m not rich, I’m living here on a pension. Sorry, but I can’t help you.”

She nodded and told me she understood. The fish sticks arrived and I shared them with her (see, I’m not a totally selfish bastard). She tried one and said they were dry. Well, they are fried, of course they’re dry I thought to myself, but I shrugged and said I think they taste good. She did take the leftovers with her.

Making small talk, I asked who had sponsored her (paid the P350 entry fee) at the Hash on Monday. She told me that Troy had done so. Hmm. I said maybe you should ask Troy, he might have more money than me. Yeah, that was kind of a shitty thing to do in retrospect. But on the other hand, Troy has been known to be pretty damn generous with the gals he favors, so who knows. Anyway, she finished her juice, thanked me for listening, and left. I paid the bill and departed shortly thereafter.

Next up for me was playing in the darts tournament across the street at Alley Cats. As fate would have it, I drew Troy as my partner. Naturally, I didn’t mention my earlier meeting with Kate. She had asked me not to tell anyone and I chose to respect her wishes in that regard. Troy and I both threw well and sailed into the finals. We were waiting for the losers bracket to play out so we’d know our opponent when Troy told me he was going to meet up with Kate after the tournament. Oh, how nice. And then a few minutes later, Kate showed up at Alley Cats and joined us at our table. That was a little awkward.

It still wasn’t time to play our finals match and Kate said she had a friend waiting outside who was too shy to come in and join us. I suggested Troy go outside to talk with Kate. He did so and a few minutes later rejoined me without Kate. I didn’t ask what had happened and he didn’t volunteer any information.

We then played our finals match and kicked ass.

I went home drunk and happy with my bank account intact. I’d call that a pretty good day.

And just in case you are thinking I’m a cheap Charlie, I sent a Filipina friend $60. so she could take a Valentine’s Day trip with her girlfriends. And I gave a beggar 50 pesos. While I was enjoying my lunch outdoors at Sit-n-Bull, a young woman holding a baby asked me for money. I didn’t have any small bills on me, so I shook my head and said sorry. She kept on standing there though. Then I looked up and noticed she was breastfeeding. Damn it. I went inside and got change and handed her 60 pesos. And no, I didn’t say “nice tit”, I’m not that much of a sick bastard. It was nice though.

So, there you have it. And life rolls on.

Yesterday I attended the beachside celebration of the 64th birthday of one of my fellow expatriates, Kevin. His gal and her family hosted the event and it was a nice experience to be part of a Filipino-style party. I’ve seen them numerous times from a distance and was always envious because they appear to be a simple and warm gathering with lots of smiles and good times. I wasn’t disappointed. It was quite fun. Cherry, Kevin’s girlfriend, told me that it was rather unique to have so many foreigners at what is normally a family event, and she was happy to see everyone co-mingling and enjoying themselves.

Anyway, it was a good time. Started partying a bit before 1:00 p.m. Around 6 they sent out for more beer but I’d had my fill by then and caught a trike home.

It was a nice way to end a good day.

It’s Hash Monday again so I’ll be heading out later to do my version of a Guenter trail. From the map Scott sent me it doesn’t look bad. I know the area well enough to shortcut as appropriate. I’m also going to start the trail earlier than the appointed time. Why? Because I can. I’m an American after all.

The On-Home is here at the Alta Vista community center. As is my custom I’ll be contributing a pot of chili to our food options. It seems to be quite popular with my fellow Hashers and always sells out quickly.

And that’s the way it is.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned that fine line between helping someone in need and being scammed that exists here. It’s actually more than that–generosity is often seen as evidence that you are stupid and ripe to be taken advantage of. I’m learning these hard lessons as I go and I am getting somewhat better at saying “no” these days. When I get the pleas about not having rent money or no food for the kids instead of feeling sympathy I’m more likely to ask “and why is it my responsibility to take care of that?” It’s an ongoing process though and I guess it comes with the territory when you are perceived as being “rich”, which I guess comparatively speaking, I am. I just don’t want to be an example of a fool and his money soon being parted.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I derive satisfaction from engaging in charitable activities. In fact, I’ve made the connection that giving for me satisfies an aspect of my selfish nature. Helping someone out tends to alleviate some of the guilt that comes with living large amongst those who have so little. And as regular readers know, some of my giving has come with a transactional quid pro quo element–I do for you and you do for me. Lately though, I don’t find those arrangements quite so satisfying. Maybe that’s progress of a sort.

I guess what prompted these reflections are several recent entreaties that I dispense with some cash in the service of others’ needs. The most egregious came last night in the form of a message from Jhen. I was quite surprised to hear from her as this was the first time she had contacted me since last July. Back then she was starting her college course work remotely due to the pandemic and she needed a laptop. I told that story in a post here. To recap briefly, I needed a new computer anyway and told her I’d give her my old piece of shit. Well, acquiring my upgraded unit took longer than anticipated and Jhen was desperate because classes were starting. So, I bought her a new laptop ($400.00). When it was delivered I invited her over to pick it up and had planned a lunch and movie afternoon. When she arrived though she said she couldn’t stay. Just took the computer and left. Jhen did send a couple of messages telling me how much she loved the computer and thanking me. And that’s the last time I heard from her. Until last night:

Jhenny sent Yesterday at 5:29 PM

Im not ok John…i hope you you understand me and not thingking that im taking advantage your kindness for so long not hearing from me…but i need to take my chance….and pls hear my story first

I got pregnant just the school started…unexpected cause never been pregnant for so long….i gave birth to premature son last sunday…so broke he’s 32weeks and currently incubator with oxygen….we got helps but its not enough because he needs 3 to 4weeks under observation….i need your help John…im sorry but i need to take any chances for my son’s life…..

Im dying everyday knowing my son is fighting his life in the incubator…i got complete medical records…again im sorry John but i dont have a choice….

What to do, what to do? I don’t think she’s lying about the baby. Still, I shared her story with a mutual friend (also a Filipina). Her response was: “you do know she’s married, right?” Um, no. I didn’t know that. Jhen’s marital status never came up during all the previous flirtatious chats we had between us. I know this for a fact because this morning I went back and read them all starting one year ago and never once did she mention having a husband. And then I did the math–even if the baby was born prematurely last week she knew or should have known she was pregnant at the time she was beseeching me for a laptop. That really makes me feel like a sucker. So, as sorry as I feel for her situation and as much as I hope the baby recovers, it ain’t my responsibility to pay the hospital bills. Take it up with your hubby, Jhen.

As if to underscore how I must be perceived, this morning I got a message from Reyna, a girl I’ve chatted with briefly through a dating site, and she begged me for some financial support because her cousin died. Well, that’s an easy one for me. I have a pretty firm rule that I NEVER send cash to anyone I’ve not met in person. I just block them and go on with my life. No big loss there.

Well, on Friday I did give money ($60.00) to someone I don’t know. An acquaintance (Irene, the woman I buy my meat from) contacted me asking if I knew anyone looking for a maid. I didn’t but said I was still looking to hire a replacement masseuse. She advised that her friend didn’t have any massage training. Oh well. Irene then explained that her friend was desperate because she had no money to feed her kids. I told Irene that if she was vouching for the validity of her friend’s needs, I would make a one-time donation on her behalf. I guess she talked to her friend and then relayed the message that her friend was willing to come and service whatever needs I might have (hint hint) in lieu of a massage. Hold on to your seats, dear readers: I declined the offer. To begin, this woman is a complete stranger to me (Irene did share a picture of her though–she’s fairly attractive), and I’m just not into getting intimate with someone I don’t know. That’s why I like the massage route–it is a legitimate way to be physical and if the chemistry is right, you can go from there. The other problem I had was that the money was allegedly for the purpose of feeding her family. It didn’t feel right to me to expect or accept something physical in return for my charitable donation. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into me! Is this leopard actually changing his spots?

Or maybe I’ve just learned Rule #1 left by Kevin Kim in the comments of the post linked above:

…remember Rule #1: don’t be a sucker when women come a-pleading. You won’t be making any real difference that way; you’re just a corpse being plucked at by crows. Making a difference should be about proceeding from a sense of self-worth, i.e., from a position of strength and dignity; it shouldn’t be about trying to find a sense of self-worth. You’re already worthy, good sir, so don’t turn your gestures of charity into a subtle form of begging.

Yeah, I’m getting there. Hopefully.

So yesterday we took a longish drive (45 minutes) out to Castillejos for a new hiking adventure–the climb to Nagsangong Falls. None of us, including the old-timers like Scott, had ever made this trip. In fact, I just tried to search for Nagsangong and Google has never heard of it either. I guess Scott had found a map to the place or got referred from a friend of the girlfriend or something, but anyway it’s always nice to explore new territory.

We had a bit of a false start at the beginning and wound up in a rice field. The farmer family was very friendly and pointed us in the right direction. So we turned around and started over. Still, it wasn’t a bad journey at all. 10K or so to the falls and back and a 150-meter climb that was very gradual and not at all difficult. My kind of hike!

Here are the photos:

It was a long day. We stopped for lunch on the way back and I didn’t get home until a little after 3:00. No time for a nap, just a shower and headed out for Friday night darts.

And so ended another fine day in paradise.

But I repeat myself, or at least I repeated a good portion of Monday’s Hash trail. Partly in reverse. Here’s how it went down:

We only had three walkers on Wednesday and Dan took the lead. Led us up a steep hill and at the top, we intersected with the last portion of the trail I helped lay as a Hare. Except we did the downhill part going up this time. Ironic in a way, on Monday as I was slip-sliding down I thought to myself “at least I’m not having to climb this fucker”. Oh well. We did take a different route down the other side and wanted to find a new way up for the second climb. The path we took once again led us to Monday’s trail. I guess it was destiny. We did at least come back down a different way. All in all a little longer than the Hash trail but still a pleasant day to be out and about.

You can Relive the adventure here if you so desire:

What else? Well, three years ago I was enjoying this for dinner:

And it is nice to see that sleepy Joe is in good hands:

That’s all for today. Time for my singles league dart match!

“A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.”

John Barrymore

“I dream of having no regrets”

John McCrarey

Sorry if I’ve used those quotes before. According to Facebook, I posted the Barrymore line five years ago. Eh, either way, it’s as true now as it ever was.

I’m not complaining about my lot in life though. Why should I? Here’s a glimpse into the 24 hours preceding this post. I report, you decide.

I started my Saturday evening by dining at one of my regular eateries, Sit-n-Bull. I ordered up one of my favorites, the large size pulled pork sandwich with a side of coleslaw, and I wasn’t disappointed. The owner, Ron, has some specials going on for the month of January–free refills on coffee (unheard of in these parts) and beers for 50 pesos. That’s the lowest price in town for beer, even Cheap Charlies has raised the price to 60 pesos.

After my meal and a couple of beers, I headed up the street to see what was happening at BarCelona. They had a decent crowd and at least one big spender was plying the staff with lady drinks. The gals were all happy of course and a few of them were drunk and loud. It was a little irritating though and the service was slow. I went out to sit on the rooftop as is my custom, but it was really breezy and chilly enough to be uncomfortable, so I moved back inside and sat at the bar.

One beer at BarCelona then I moved on up the highway to my beachside seat at Mangos. Quite a few customers there and judging by the parking lot, ICove hotel next door was packed again for the weekend. Almost exclusively Filipinos which seems to be the new normal. I had a few beers then headed on home. Played around on the internet some and was in bed by 9:00. On a Saturday night!

Early to bed and early to rise and all that. Up at 4:30 to catch up on the news of the world. It ain’t pretty. I’m increasingly concerned that we will either capitulate to China or there will be war. Xi’s threats against Taiwan are especially concerning. Of course, Biden is China’s bitch, bought and paid for, but it’s no sure thing when you are playing with fire. My guess is that President Duterte would side with China–he already jokes about the Philippines being a Chinese province. In the event of war, as an American living here, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be pretty for me. Especially if China sent their Navy to take Subic Bay. Anyway, it’s in my mind but I honestly don’t lose sleep over it. It’s beyond my ability to control, so why worry overmuch?

After the dog walk, I headed out to Baloy Beach for breakfast. Visited Blue Rock, the hotel I often stayed in as a tourist. Hadn’t been there since before the lockdown. Once again, all the hotels I passed seemed to be incredibly busy, at least judging by the parking lots. Even Mangrove, one of the most expensive resorts was packed. And the beach was full of Sunday morning revelry and the partiers were almost exclusively Filipino. I judge that to be a good thing since it appears increasingly likely that tourists aren’t going to be allowed back here anytime soon. I also like the fact that the locals are giving their government a big “fuck you, we are sick of this bullshit”. Actions speak louder than words sometimes.

On the menu, it was listed as S.O.S. I asked my waitress if she could tell me what that stood for and she said she didn’t know. I didn’t want to talk shit to her so I didn’t tell her.

After breakfast, I took a longish walk up the National Highway, about 45 minutes up, then back again. It’s not my favorite walk for obvious reasons but I had made a big ATM withdrawal (gotta pay the help tomorrow) and I was uncomfortable walking the backstreets with a pocketful of money. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never felt threatened here at all, but why take unnecessary chances?

Back home, a little more internet, some work on the dart league stats, a bit of solitaire, a nap, and here I am closing the loop with you, my faithful readers.

Alright, confession time. I honestly try to avoid engaging in political debates as I think it is pointless. Still, these past few days I’ve not been able to resist triggering my lefty friends by posting the kind of memes that I saw directed at Trump and right-thinking people like me these past few years. And it is so easy too! The hypocrisy on the left still astounds me and their only defense seems to be “whataboutisms”. It’s just so obvious to point out if it was bad when Trump did it, it is bad when Biden does. *crickets*

Anyway, here are a couple of my recent grenades:

And finally, there is this which nicely illustrates why any effort to engage the left in a meaningful way is pretty much a waste of time.

Thank you for your indulgence. We’ll get back to normal around here soon. Promise!

Today we look back on yesterday as we look forward to a better tomorrow. Hmm, kind of a play on that old saying: “Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday”.

So, the dart league meeting. I arrived on time at the appointed hour. I didn’t do a headcount, but it appeared almost everyone was there already. I was still feeling ambivalent about the whole affair. Which is good, because whatever the outcome, I figured I’d be okay with it.

Since no one appeared prepared to take the lead, I kicked it off by saying I had no agenda but would be happy to answer any questions about what had happened and the way ahead. Espie, the newly added player, kicked things off by saying she was looking forward to playing and she hoped she would be accepted. She said it had hurt her feelings that other players were blaming her for the controversy. That prompted me to explain again how it came about that Espie was the one I chose as a replacement (she had tried to sign up prior to the start but I already had my twelve players, so I put her on the waiting list). I also reiterated that I had placed Espie in the top division because that is where she belongs. Mark then chimed in by telling the group that I had contacted him prior to placing Espie and asked if he’d be willing to drop down to the lower division and that he had readily agreed.

So, we still had a vacancy to fill. I had resigned as a player so that Espie could take my place, thereby diffusing the controversy of her placement in the upper-division. One name was brought up as being similar talent-wise as the guy who had quit. I pointed out that the vacancy was actually in the top division now since Mark had dropped down to the lower. I suggested that Mark could move back up or another good player like Gerlie could be recruited to play. At this point, Billy asked if I would be willing to rejoin. I told her I had no real desire to do so. Then she said that if I quit she was quitting. A couple of other players joined her in this stance, and suddenly all eyes were upon me. And so I caved and agreed to play out the season.

And that was pretty much it. One other player made a comment that he believed I’d misunderstood the concerns raised regarding Espie as a personal attack on my integrity. He assured me that wasn’t the intent. I accepted that explanation and conceded that perhaps I had overreacted.

The meeting adjourned, the regularly scheduled dart tournament commenced, and I participated. Finished third against strong competition in hard-fought and well-played matches. It was pretty enjoyable all-in-all.

The other news from yesterday concerns the Friday walking group. I led the pack on an 8K hike around the valley, through the Naugsol barangay, then back to my house for lunch. It was nice and mostly flat, although we had to do a bit of trailblazing at one point to detour around the still flooded rice paddies. You can Relive the adventure here:

A few photos from the trek:

In unrelated news, I found this photo to be quite humorous:

Not as funny as this one though:

That’s it for now. Thanks for stopping by!

…even when it’s all you’ve got. Nothing much to offer up here today in the way of a post, but what I’ve got I’ll give to you!

Need to head out in about an hour to the singles dart league meeting. No idea what to expect from that. I’ll be fine with however it plays out. Que sera, sera, and all that.

Nice 8.5K walk this morning with the Friday group, I’ll update on that tomorrow. In the meantime, you can Relive my solitary hike from yesterday that I forgot to post if you want.

Last night it was beers at Cheap Charlies and pork chops at Mangos. And that was my Thursday.

Well, I did have the odd experience of looking out the window here at the house and seeing a snow-covered mountain in the distance.

I promise I’m not going to do this every day, but damn, the internet is chock full of Biden memes these days.

Yeah, I told you I had nothin’. I’ll do better tomorrow.

So it is written and so it must be.

The Wednesday Walkers, three of whom will be the Hares next week, made it our mission to scout ahead for Monday’s Hash trail. Scott took the lead as he already had an idea in mind. The result was a relatively short 5K hike but with two moderate climbs. The beginning and end portions of the trail haven’t been Hashed for quite some time and they bookend the familiar My Bitch route. We might look for an opportunity to extend the distance a tad when we mark the trail on Monday morning but honestly, I’m happy with it as is. I think it will prove to be more challenging than folks are expecting from us old-timers.

You can Relive the highlights here:

Here are some photos from the hike:

I’m sure you’ll agree this may be the best trail ever in Hash history. Or at least next week.

Let me do a quick detour into the realm of politics and religion.

As for religion, well, I’ve been worshipping every night!

That’s about all for now. I’ve agreed to participate in a Singles League meeting tomorrow afternoon. Should be interesting.

When I first moved into my house going on three years ago now, there was a couple living in the basement area in what is commonly referred to as the servant’s quarters or maid’s room. And that is exactly what it is–one room, with a small restroom and space for a tabletop burner stove and small refrigerator. It can only be accessed from outside the house. At the time I moved in it housed Man Tony, the property caretaker, and his wife (my house is one of four in this enclave and there are several others down the street). When I asked my landlord about what would happen to the basement residents once I took the house she matter-of-factly stated “they will be evicted”. Well, I wasn’t comfortable with that and it didn’t bother me having them in the basement area I wouldn’t be using anyway. So, I let them stay.

Over time they became almost like neighbors, although I’d give Man Tony 500 pesos a week for his help around my yard. His wife also did yard work on the properties and cleaned the house where the landlord’s family stays during infrequent visits (they are from Manila). Man Tony died early last year from diabetes-related complications. She never bothers to hop over to here for assistance and does everything on her own. His wife has continued her duties but the landlord saw fit to reduce the compensation by 50%. I thought that was a sucky thing to do and I tried to help a little by upping my contribution to 1000 pesos a week. The landlord died unexpectantly a couple of months ago and I’ve seen a couple of her sons coming up periodically to check on the property, most of which is still vacant. They have been doing some maintenance work on the houses so perhaps an effort to sell or find renters is underway.

This past weekend we saw a new face, the landlord’s daughter. From the gossip I’ve heard from my helpers, she prevailed in a family feud and will now be managing the Alta Vista properties. Doesn’t matter much to me, I have a lease and my rent is paid through June. But it seems like it is going to make a big difference for Man Tony’s widow.

Since Man Tony’s passing, I’ve noticed the widow has frequent overnight visits from her adult children, their spouses, and an occasional grandchild. I had no idea where everyone was sleeping but I suspected they overflowed into the servant’s basement of the usually vacant house the landlords use when they visit. None of my business really and except when they do that loud-ass karaoke they don’t bother me. One of the daughters is actually quite attractive although I’ve confined my lust to fantasies. Thus far. I’m kidding, of course, she has a Filipino boyfriend who also stays downstairs. He’s very friendly and we’ve had beers together outside on the patio a couple of times. Although I do decline his invitations to join in the singing.

Anyway, the landlord’s daughter, well, I guess she’s the landlord now, showed up unexpectantly early Saturday morning. Entered the residence she uses and discovered one of the widow’s male adult offspring sleeping inside. She was understandably livid. The widow denied knowing her son was sleeping in the house, which may or may not be true. She apologized and said it would never happen again. I’m sure it won’t. The landlord changed all the locks and fired the widow. That last part was pretty cruel given the fact that this is probably the only job she can get at her age. And I can attest that she does work hard, out there in the yard whacking away with her bolo blade as soon as the sun comes up. She was in tears when she told my helpers what happened.

The landlord also removed most of the furniture the widow was using in her quarters. That pissed me off some. I’m renting this house, including the basement, and that includes the crappy furniture that was here when I moved in. I also made it clear that no one could evict her from the basement other than me. I reiterated that to the sexy daughter and her boyfriend last night as we drank beers and dined on the baby back ribs I’d cooked in the crockpot.

So, I’m still not sure how this is all going to play out. I’ve not seen the widow or the landlord around here today, although there is a crew of maintenance guys working around one of the houses. The daughter and boyfriend kept busy cleaning up around the yard of my house this morning. I hope the landlord relents and gives the widow a second chance. Honestly though, even if she doesn’t I expect the widow could get by on the twenty bucks a week I pay her since she’s living rent-free. Lots of folks in these parts live on less.

That’s what passes for drama in my life these days so I reckon I can count myself as lucky. I did overindulge a tad at Cheap Charlies last night. I was drinking gin and soda rather than light beer and the alcohol content kinda snuck up on me.

I was actually quite surprised when Jicel sent me a friend request on Facebook this morning. Of course, I accepted. Could it be that this sexy young thing really likes me and wants to get to know me better? And then I got a message from her! Wow, this is so exciting! I opened it up and read the first words she would ever say to me outside of the bar: “will you please delete the photo of me you posted on Facebook?”. Yes, dear. Right away, dear. Sorry!

Today’s a brand new day and new adventures await. I decided to start it off right by eating breakfast out:

And of course, I’ve got the Hash this afternoon. I’m going to start the trail early and I’m going to start it from my house. No apologies! I march to the beat of my own drummer!

Another rainy morning here in my neck of the woods. Nothing to be done but make the best of it. So I did an abbreviated dog walk and the boys didn’t seem to mind coming home early to get dry in dog fashion:

The rain lightened up some, so I hoofed it out to Arizona.

Walked back home and have been fooling around with the Singles League stats. Round 1 is now complete and it ended like this:

Now I’ve got some work to do to prepare for Round 2 Division play. I’m taking the top six in one division and putting the bottom six in another. Should be competitive for everyone that way.

The big event for me yesterday was the Friday walking group. I was tasked with leading the trail and I opted to go long and mostly flat. Headed out to Naugsol barangay to explore the remaining portion of the Hash trail I missed two weeks ago. We left from my house and finished up at Cheap Charlies. A solid 12K hike, which is about the limit of my endurance for a single continuous hike. Why yes, I do have some photos. Thanks for asking!

It was actually quite an enjoyable hike if I do say so myself. You can Relive it here if you want another view:

Adding in the steps I took prior to and after this hike I had an unusually productive day.

Well, damn. I had planned to get some steps in this afternoon but here comes the rain again. Shit.

More darts on tap tonight. I’m starting to get back into the routine and enjoying it a little better lately. Still not throwing the way I’d like but I guess I’m doing alright for an old guy.

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
Want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you?