Dirty water

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None for me, thanks!

Been there, done that, got the memories. No need to go down that road again here in the final chapter of my life. In the meantime, I’ll keep filling the hours in my usual fashion, and that works just fine for me.

Here’s a peek in the rearview mirror at my yesterday, starting with a very nice riverside stroll with Swan.

That would be her.
We crossed this bridge when we came to it.
Over the river.
As we were walking on the embankment, some guy came out of his yard and tossed this bag of trash into the river. I’ll never get used to seeing that kind of selfish ignorance.
The bag floated downstream, heading for the bay and then later onto a beach. Bastard.
Riverside dwellings.
That green algae slime is encroaching on our path. One false step and you’d slide off the side.
A nice tree amongst the graves.
Living a simple life.
Boats on the water.
Leaving the river behind.
Over a rickety bridge.
Exploring a new path that led to a dead end.
So, wade we must.
Pond scum.
The lola we occasionally help out is always happy to see us.
That’s her shanty on the left, and she is with the deceased daughter’s kids she is raising.
The way we went.

Our evening agenda took us to Baloy Beach. Kicked it off at Kokomo’s. They didn’t have red wine for Swan, so she ordered a rum and Coke. Finished half of it while I downed two beers.

The view from my stool.
That girl by my side.

We decided to move on, and my tab was 300 pesos. I handed the bartender a 500-peso note, and she said she couldn’t make change. Seriously? Well, I was able to scrape together two hundreds and two fifties, but it depleted my wallet of small bills, including the trike fare I would need later. What kind of business doesn’t maintain a change drawer? Well, they’ve lost my business. It’s off my list of places to go.

Swan is enjoying her toes in the sand time.

We moved down the beach to Tropical Zone, the Hash On-Home venue from last week. They had both wine and change! Woo-hoo, we have found our replacement for Kokomo’s! After an enjoyable visit, we headed over to Treasure Island for some grub. After our meal, we triked it back home and called it a day.

Continuing the July 2020 LTG archives. I noticed I’d screwed up yesterday’s post and didn’t share the link about meeting Mary. Here it is. So, today that story continues, and it keeps getting weirder. Stay tuned; it’s gonna get weirder yet.

That girl I met six years ago, as she was walking on the highway while I was stumbling home from the bars. She told me she was looking for work, so I brought her home for an interview.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a video showing the street scene in Barretto. Today I have rectified that omission. Not all that impressive unless you are looking at hotel options, but it’s only eight minutes long. If I can sit through it, so can you!

You knew this was coming:

It’s harder to score when you are married unless you cheat.
Sounds like checkmate for you, dude. Enjoy hell!
But I’m left-handed…

Had enough? I don’t blame you. I’ll try again tomorrow.

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