I was alone in the morning because Swan had a family event to attend. In the evening, Swan joined me on the Arizona floating bar with her friend Mercy. And in between I did a Hideaway feeding. Here’s what the day looked like:
The beginning of my Sunday Solo Stroll featured this Alta Vista street scene.1.6 kilometers provided an Easter Mountain view.3.2 kilometers found me on Sawmill Road in San Isidro.4.8 kilometers had me facing Black Rock Mountain.6.4 kilometers, and I was on the streets of the Sierra Hills subdivision.Eight kilometers, and I was done. I had to sit down for a few minutes during the hike to refresh and reenergize. That’s unusual for me on a street walk like this one.I rode a trike from Baloy Road back up to Alta Vista, although that is not unusual for me to do.Not a bad way to start the day.
And then the time came to head into town for my feeding chore. I stopped at Jewel Cafe and ordered some meals for delivery to Hideaway, then delivered myself there as well.
Crispy chicken wingsGarlic prawnsChicken quesadillaPork sisigAnd I baked a dozen chocolate cupcakes for dessert. (I brought the frosting separate for self-application)Three of the happy dinner recipientsAnd a Joyful fourth
A few beers and lady drinks later, it was time to hit the beach, conveniently located right behind Hideaway.
Lots of Sunday afternoon beachgoers enjoying the sand and water.My timing was in sync with my love of sundowns.A decent crowd of folks enjoying time on the floating bar.The view from here.Here comes the raft with more customers.Hey, I recognize those two!Mercy had a birthday on Saturday, so this was a belated celebration.We had some food delivered from the Arizona Resort kitchen. This chicken enchilada was wonderful.And the girls enjoyed their chicken cordon bleu.A passing banka boat“Don’t let the sun go down on me…““…Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see…”“…I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free“When the sun was gone, the moon came out to smile upon us.Everybody’s so different……I haven’t changed. Well, it’s only been fifty years.
Mercy needed to head back home to feed her husband, and as Swan and I were walking down the highway, a trike driver called out to me by name: “Going home, Sir John?” It seemed like fate, so we decided to screw the nightcap and make it an early night. I cuddled up on the couch with Swan and some “Shameless,” which was a nice way to say goodbye to Sunday.
Now it’s another Hash Monday. The trail begins on Rizal Extension, which is a pain in the ass to get to. I’m going to go over the mountain on my own to get there. Wish me luck! Assuming I survive, I’ll be back with a full report tomorrow.
Take a deep breathDouble your pleasure, double your puns…
8 thoughts on “Day is done”
You’ve blessed us with many food pics. Nice.
I haven’t changed. Well, it’s only been fifty years.
Giving off a park-ranger vibe in that photo. My ex-military dad would’ve said, “Cut that hair, boy! High and tight!”
re: a wife named Mercy
I’m guessing “Mercy” is a Catholic name rooted in the concept of God’s mercy (French miséricorde, Spanish misericordia).
re: unwonted tiredness while walking
Sometimes, we just have down days. I had one yesterday, but today, I’m doing better. Dips in performance happen. (That’s what she said.)
All in all, a good day. Cant ask for much more.
Yes, that’s the blessing, Brian—Same-same, but almost always good.
My dad used to give me shit about my hair growing up, but I moved out after high school and lived life my way. Not always for the better, but still…
I would have spelled her name “Merci,” but yeah, it is likely religious in nature. Mary is a common name here–I know at least three gals named Mary Joy.
I am going to see Dr. Jo today. BP is high, and I have had some shortness of breath issues lately.
I guess a name pronounced “mercy” could be spelled “Merci,” but anyone reading the name would assume it’s French and pronounce it “meyr-SEE,” which means “thank you,” not “mercy.” Aside from miséricorde (Lord’s mercy), another way to say “mercy” is pitié, which you might shout if someone is about to kill you with a sledgehammer, gun, dildo, or other implement.
miséricorde = divine mercy (refraining from soul-damning) pitié = refraining from hurting/killing/abandoning/punishing
Good luck at the doc’s. May you discover what ails you and experience la miséricorde divine, or at least the sweet mercy of science.
(That linked video clip is from “The Boys,” Season 3. Great series.)
Hmm, merci for that explanation. It’s a pity I didn’t remember that.
Damn, I’m going to have to add “The Boys” to the queue. I’ll be fucked if I get killed by a dildo!
“Going home, Sir John?” I’ve noticed a lot of these trike drivers call you Sir John. So apparently you’ve been Knighted by the Queen and failed to disclose this, “I’m better than you now”, bogus Knight title(Sir John) to your readers. Anyway, first it was Elton John who was Knighted and now you McCrarey. Where have the standards gone to become a Knight? Probably lowered in the name of DEI or LGBTQ+++++++++++ in the case of Sir Elton John.
I was looking at that pic of you from 50 years back. Look like a roady for Marshall Tucker Band(MTB) Were you? Spartanburg not that far from Columbia.
Hey McCrarey. Those guys that operate the floater from shore to bar. That looks like a shitty job, as in floater. I hope you throw them boys a couple coins.
Soju, I only ride trikes after dark, so I guess that makes me a Night of sorts.
I was still in California back then. But I did grow up to become a Marshall Tucker Band fan when I lived in South Carolina.
Yes, I always give the raft boys a sweet tip. Hard job, indeed!
You’ve blessed us with many food pics. Nice.
I haven’t changed. Well, it’s only been fifty years.
Giving off a park-ranger vibe in that photo. My ex-military dad would’ve said, “Cut that hair, boy! High and tight!”
re: a wife named Mercy
I’m guessing “Mercy” is a Catholic name rooted in the concept of God’s mercy (French miséricorde, Spanish misericordia).
re: unwonted tiredness while walking
Sometimes, we just have down days. I had one yesterday, but today, I’m doing better. Dips in performance happen. (That’s what she said.)
All in all, a good day. Cant ask for much more.
Yes, that’s the blessing, Brian—Same-same, but almost always good.
My dad used to give me shit about my hair growing up, but I moved out after high school and lived life my way. Not always for the better, but still…
I would have spelled her name “Merci,” but yeah, it is likely religious in nature. Mary is a common name here–I know at least three gals named Mary Joy.
I am going to see Dr. Jo today. BP is high, and I have had some shortness of breath issues lately.
I guess a name pronounced “mercy” could be spelled “Merci,” but anyone reading the name would assume it’s French and pronounce it “meyr-SEE,” which means “thank you,” not “mercy.” Aside from miséricorde (Lord’s mercy), another way to say “mercy” is pitié, which you might shout if someone is about to kill you with a sledgehammer, gun, dildo, or other implement.
miséricorde = divine mercy (refraining from soul-damning)
pitié = refraining from hurting/killing/abandoning/punishing
Good luck at the doc’s. May you discover what ails you and experience la miséricorde divine, or at least the sweet mercy of science.
(That linked video clip is from “The Boys,” Season 3. Great series.)
Hmm, merci for that explanation. It’s a pity I didn’t remember that.
Damn, I’m going to have to add “The Boys” to the queue. I’ll be fucked if I get killed by a dildo!
“Going home, Sir John?” I’ve noticed a lot of these trike drivers call you Sir John. So apparently you’ve been Knighted by the Queen and failed to disclose this, “I’m better than you now”, bogus Knight title(Sir John) to your readers. Anyway, first it was Elton John who was Knighted and now you McCrarey. Where have the standards gone to become a Knight? Probably lowered in the name of DEI or LGBTQ+++++++++++ in the case of Sir Elton John.
I was looking at that pic of you from 50 years back. Look like a roady for Marshall Tucker Band(MTB) Were you? Spartanburg not that far from Columbia.
Hey McCrarey. Those guys that operate the floater from shore to bar. That looks like a shitty job, as in floater. I hope you throw them boys a couple coins.
Soju, I only ride trikes after dark, so I guess that makes me a Night of sorts.
I was still in California back then. But I did grow up to become a Marshall Tucker Band fan when I lived in South Carolina.
Yes, I always give the raft boys a sweet tip. Hard job, indeed!