Day one is done


“Human beings are remarkable – at what we can learn to live with. If we couldn’t get strong from what we lose, and what we miss, and what we want and can’t have, then we couldn’t ever get strong enough, could we? What else makes us strong?”
–John Irving

So much for the first day of the rest of my life, or at least 2021. Felt like shit most of the day and other than a 7K walk around Castillejos I didn’t do shit either.

Ten years ago I retired and moved to Columbia, South Carolina to start a new life. Regular readers know how that turned out. Let’s just say it didn’t end well. Then again, it led me to this moment in time so perhaps it was destiny.

Three years ago I completed my first ever Hash run and got initiated into the Kennel.

Fixin’ to lose my virginity. The gal to my left, Gem, turned out to be a scammer. Big disappointment for sure. I hope she enjoys the Karma I paid for…
Drink it down, down, down, down! As we say at the Hash, the beer-guzzling ritual is just like a blowjob because what doesn’t go in you, goes on you!

Speaking of the Hash, Scott (Pubic Head) did a photo collage of me doing my candy and cookies thing:

It’s a small thing that gives me big pleasure, as selfish as that sounds.

Speaking of Scott, he took a couple of photos on our hike yesterday morning:

I was moving slower than usual. Way too much beer and not enough sleep the night before will do that I suppose.
At least I’m not this guy. Yet.
This is the house of former President of the Philippines, Ramon Magsaysay. It’s a museum now. It inspired me to read his story and it is really quite interesting.

And as long as we are taking a historical detour, I bet you didn’t know that Texas was once called New Philippines. I sure didn’t. It’s good to learn something new, especially when you are an old dog like me.

Speaking of something new, I made meatballs in the slow cooker yesterday. Nothing new about that, but I tried a different recipe. Instead of cooking them in a spaghetti sauce base, I used barbeque sauce and, wait for it, grape jelly. I read about that somewhere online and thought to myself “no way”, but on a whim, I figured why not try it?

How they looked in the pot…
…and in my bowl.

I feared they were going to come out sickly sweet but that was not the case. They had an unusual tangy flavor but it wasn’t an unpleasant taste. I think I prefer the traditional tomato sauce but might go this route occasionally just to change things up some.

Late in the afternoon, I had Vels come by to give me a massage. It was the second time I’ve used her. She does a really nice job and gives a thorough two-hour rubdown. Well, she did miss a spot. She’s an older woman, mid to late 40s I reckon, but not unattractive. She ignored my hints about a happy ending and I didn’t press the issue. I did feel better physically when she finished the massage, so there’s that.

It was after six when Vels left and I decided to fuck off and stay home. I think that’s the first time in just about forever that I voluntarily didn’t go out for some evening beers. Now that I think about it, I haven’t had a beer since last year!

Alright then, let’s see what’s coming next!


I can’t walk through life facing backwards
I have tried
I tried more than once to just make sure
And I was denied the future I’d been searching for
But I spun around and hurt no more
By living in the moment
Living my life
Easy and breezy
With peace in my mind
With peace in my heart
Got peace in my soul
Wherever I’m going, I’m already home

2 thoughts on “Day one is done

  1. I keep marveling at the difference in climate between the PI and the ROK. We’re at sub-freezing temperatures here in Seoul. The Han hasn’t frozen over yet, but it won’t be long now. Seeing the pic of that guy lazing about on the ground (“At least I’m not this guy…”) simply reinforced the point about how warm it is where you are. Unreal.

  2. Oddly enough, this is the coolest time of year here–highs in the upper 20s and lows in the mid-20s. We get some nice breezes and lower humidity too. The other night at Cheap Charlies the gal I was drinking with complained of being cold! I laughed and said, “girl, you don’t know what cold is!” I guess it’s all relative. I know I don’t miss those cold-ass Korean winters much.

    Yeah, that guy was drunk on his ass (literally) on Red Horse (a strong local beer) at 10 a.m. I doubt he would have felt it if it was as cold as Seoul!

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