Don’t close your eyes

I just returned from this morning’s charity hike in Olongapo and have a doctor’s appointment in a couple of hours. And I really need a nap. So, today’s post will be brief.

Swan joined me for dinner last night. When she accepted my invitation a few days ago, she told me she would spend the night. That got me excited! She had a tutoring client in the early evening, so she didn’t arrive until almost seven p.m. Still, my preparation timing was on point, and the meal came together shortly after her arrival.

Steaks off the grill and onto the plate. Due to Swan’s late arrival, I was grilling in the dart, with only my phone “torch” to see by. So, an almost blind man can cook a steak if he is lucky!
Dinner is served. Ribeye steak, baked potato, broccoli-cauliflower, corn-on-the-cob, and garlic bread. I had a San Miguel Light to wash it down; Swan drank water.

After dinner, we sat in the living room, and I played music from my YouTube playlists on the TV. Swan was finalizing orders for her meat distribution business, so she had her eye on the phone a lot. I asked if she wanted to watch something on Netflix, and she responded that she was enjoying the music. Good enough for me. One of the songs that played was “Don’t Close Your Eyes” by Keith Whitley. It resonated with me, but I couldn’t tell how closely Swan was listening. Naturally, I was looking forward to bedtime until Swan casually mentioned she was on her menstruation. Damn, that was disappointing news. I asked her later if she knew she’d be having her period when she volunteered to spend the night with me. She denied it. Oh well, I teased her some about other orifices, but I wasn’t serious. And honestly, the way I’ve been feeling lately, it may have been a blessing that I didn’t exert myself with lovemaking. But damn, I would have been glad to give it a go. Oh, well.

We did have a nice night of cuddling and that’s something I miss almost as much as sex, so I’m grateful for that. Swan left early this morning to get her niece ready for school and I set about preparing for my charity hike and presentation ceremony in Olongapo.

The school our group of hikers helped out.
The setting for the event
The recipients of the school supplies and their benefactors.
Recognition for the donors
It was my honor and privilege to participate in this effort.

All told, our group donated around 35,000 pesos ($700) so the impoverished students would have needed school supplies. It’s nice to help make a difference!

I’ve got to hit the shower and the sheets now, so I’ll post pictures from today’s hike here tomorrow, along with an update on what lies ahead for me health-wise.

I know you loved him
A long time ago
Even now in my arms
You still want him I know
But darling this time
Let your memories die
When you hold me tonight
Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes
Let it be me
Don't pretend it's him
In some fantasy
Darling just once
Let yesterday go
You'll find more love
Than you've ever known
Just hold me tight
When you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes

Maybe I've been a fool
Holding on all this time
Lyin' here in your arms
Knowing he's in your mind
But I keep hoping some day
That you'll see the light
Let it be me tonight
Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes
Let it be me
Don't pretend it's him
In some fantasy
Darling just once
Let yesterday go
You'll find more love
Than you've ever known
Just hold me tight
When you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes

5 thoughts on “Don’t close your eyes

  1. Dinner is served. Ribeye steak, baked potato, broccoli-cauliflower, corn-on-the-cob, and garlic bread.

    Tiny veggies in a sea of carbs (bread, corn, taters). I love it. I’ve been taking a break from my own regime this week. Gonna start back on the discipline next week, after my birthday. You own birthday’s in a day or so, yes? Well, a Happy Pre-birthday to you, then.

    I asked if she wanted to watch something on Netflix, and she responded that she was enjoying the music.

    The old “Netflix and chill” move, eh? Ruined by Aunt Flo, apparently.

    It was my honor and privilege to participate in this effort.

    And they spelled your name correctly!

    Good to see the charity work. I look forward to reading about what the doc has to say. Good luck with that.

  2. Anticipa-a-tion…
    In the immortal words of Pepe Le Pew: Getting there is half the fun!

  3. Kev, my birthday is tomorrow.

    I wasn’t familiar with the “Netflix and chill” saying, but it’s funny. I’ll have to add it to my repertoire. Yeah, I didn’t invite that bitch Aunt Flo–she can go back to Redlands and stay there!

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