Back in the Tuesday groove: shopping, a walk through the hood, and a Baloy Beach outing.
I took note of the fact that I’m now spending over a hundred bucks a week on candies and cookies. Yeah, that money could be spent in a more productive charitable fashion, but we’re filling our niche, and the smiles we get in return make it feel like a worthwhile cause. So, dispensing sweetness will continue unabated for the foreseeable future.
Back home, groceries unloaded, I set about my neighborhood stroll.



At the appropriate hour, we headed for the beach.









We changed things up a bit and went to DaKudos after departing the floating bar. An acquaintance of mine, Norman, is working there and asked us to pay him a visit. So, promise kept. There was a time when DaKudos was a popular spot on Baloy. The new owner set about changing that and had a great deal of success. There used to be pool league teams, horseshoe tourneys, Zumba dancing, and Hash On-Homes there. The owner put a stop to all those. Last night, Norman was the bartender and only waiter. So, the only other customers during our visit (a large table of Filipinos) were not getting the kind of service I would expect, through no fault of Norman’s. There is only so much two hands can handle. Back when Mango’s owned DaKudos, we enjoyed the pork chop dinner, so we tried it again last night.

We stopped by Treasure Island after our meal, mostly because we’ve been bringing cookies and lollipops for the worker bees there, and I figured they’d be expecting to see us. I was right about that! I recognized some new faces at TI. Owner Bert recently purchased Sloppy Joe’s bar, and while it completes renovation, he brought the staff members he’s retaining to work at TI in the interim. One of the gals informed me that June 6 is D-Day (sorry, couldn’t resist), that Sloppy’s will reopen.

The trike dropped me off at home around 8 p.m., and Swan continued on to visit a friend celebrating her birthday (Marissa’s twin sister). I was sound asleep by the time she returned. And that’s how the weakest day of my week, Tuesday, went down. Yeah, if that’s the worst, I’m doing pretty damn good!
Tuesday’s report card: 13,533 steps, 10.41 kilometers, 3,345 calories burned.
There was a time when playing darts was my main passion and a big part of my life. This post from March 2009 recounts my performance in a big tournament with the Seoul International Dart League. Even though I’ve retired from the game, it was nice to look back on this aspect of the story of my life.
Facebook memories from this date in my history:


Eleven years ago, I shared a link to this post on Facebook (something I no longer do). Anyway, it’s a bird’s-eye view of some cultural aspects of life in Seoul, as seen from my apartment balcony.
Today’s YouTube video features Reekay talking about self-healing and past forgetting. Those are things that each individual must accomplish on their own. Simply leaving it all behind and moving to the PI won’t get you there. I can relate. Truth be told, my wounds didn’t (and haven’t) healed through the miracle of beautiful surroundings and kind-hearted people. That said, when I look back at what was, I see the happiness I missed by not embracing my blessings and failing to live in the moment and appreciate them. These days, I often take a step back, look around me, and think, damn, I’m a lucky SOB. The past is history, the future a mystery, and today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.
That Zen thing I’ve been doing:
He Who Laughs Last, Thinks Slowest.
And the humor attempts:



That’s it for today’s dose of LTG.