Can’t find my way home

Greetings from the Philippines. And as I write this I’m currently sitting safely at home. Stick around for an explanation of this post’s title.

A very busy day in the life yesterday. Going backward in time, here’s how it went down:

I played darts last night for the first time in a couple of weeks. I was quite surprised at my performance overall. I threw the rare (for me) ton-80 (three triple 20s = 180 points, the highest score possible) and was rewarded with a free drink coupon. More importantly, I guess, my partner and I went undefeated on the night, including a hard-fought win against Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink.

My partner, Tommy, is a Swedish guy with a hot Japanese wife, not sure how that happens. That’s Jo and Christy who we beat in the winner’s bracket. As is my custom, when it came time to play the finals, I suggested we call it a tie and split 1st and 2nd place money. They readily agreed and we all went home drunk and happy. Well, at least I did.

Waiting patiently at home for me was this:

It’s been quite some time since I’ve attempted a pot roast in the slow cooker. I started this one at 8 a.m. and given my late night of darts, didn’t stop cooking it until after 9 p.m. The meat was so tender it fell apart with a fork, something I’ve not been able to achieve since the move to the Philippines and using the Australian beef that is available here. This is a picture of my lunchtime leftovers today.

My Wednesday started with the normal dog walking routine, then I headed out to join the Sausage Walkers for our weekly hike.

Waiting for the 10 a.m. start at Angel’s Bakery. That young woman in front of me is a new member of the group, Ilene. I’m quite attracted to her and got really excited when she sent me a Facebook friend request a few days ago. She’s a manager at Treasure Island Resort and I popped in there a couple of times hoping to get some indication the attraction was mutual. Alas, she gave me no sign that that was indeed the case. Oh well. Judging by what I’ve seen of her life on Facebook, she may actually be out of my league. She is at the gym a lot and does this decathlon-like competition. If she were mine I might not be able to keep up with her. Probably better to just play it safe.

***Catching our breath. Ilene takes mine away. What a cutie!***

***Movin’ on out… As usual, I’m at the back of the pack. “Wait for me, Ilene!”***

***Yeah, yeah, I’m the slow old guy. Sorry to keep y’all waiting…***

***Sausage Walkers group shot. Largest turnout we’ve had in quite some time!***

***All told, the hike came in at just under 8K. That’s about right for me…***

***It appears I enjoyed myself. One commenter on Facebook said I need a bra. Excuse me, jealous much?***

So, it was much more fun than I had on my solo hike on Tuesday afternoon. I took the familiar My Bitch trail but was looking for the turn-off path that leads back down into Marian Hills and onward to my home in the Alta Vista subdivision. But damn, that fuckin’ thatch grass was so thick and tall I couldn’t find the trail. Couldn’t see the path for the grass as it were. I mean, I knew I was at the junction (a stand of banana trees is my landmark) so I bravely dove into the wild thinking surely I’d find a way down, if not the way. I spent about 30 minutes at it and then got paranoid. Yeah, I was pretty much lost and thinking about all the bad things that could potentially happen to me, like stepping off a cliff. I realized that were I to get hurt, no one would find me. So, prudence prevailed and I carefully retreated. Once back up top, I continued on to Rizal Extension and the long-ass walk back to my house. What I thought would be a one hour walk turned out to be 2.5 hours long.

Anyway, this afternoon I’m going back. But this time I’m going to work my way up from the bottom. I’ll find that f’n trail or die trying! So, I guess this might be goodbye…

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I’ve been waiting so long
Somebody holds the key

But I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body alone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years
Somebody holds the key
But I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home
But I can’t find my way home
But I can’t find my way home
But I can’t find my way home
But I can’t find my way home
Still I can’t find my way home
And I ain’t done nothing wrong
But I can’t find my way home

The song that was in my head during my fruitless effort to find the path I was seeking…

Long Time Gone

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