Dust to dust

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I don’t write much about my female relationships here, such as they are. I guess in part because I keep repeating the same mistakes over and over. That gets embarrassing after a while. So, I’ve been seeing this gal off and on for more than a year. I guess I enjoy her company, at least to the extent that I found her better than being alone. Dogs love her like crazy, so there’s that.

Anyway, I never let myself get too close and kept my guard up so as to avoid the whole falling in love thing. It was what it was and that was good enough. For me, anyway. I took care of her, at least materially and I thought she would appreciate the comfort I provided her. I gave her whatever she needed and all I asked for in return was a little respect and some appreciation. At the end that proved to be too much, I guess.

So, another failure. I don’t have a broken heart because I never put my heart at risk. But I’ll admit to being very disappointed and somewhat hurt. I had settled into a comfortable routine with her and now I feel out of sorts and floundering a bit. And I’ll be fine, I know. Under the current circumstances, this truly is her loss. No job and now no allowance from the generous foreigner. Oh well, life goes on.


Maybe if I develop feelings for COVID-19 it will leave

Here’s the “interesting” photo from yesterday’s hike. Like a message from the love Gods:

A heart of stone.

So, about yesterday’s walk. It was a long one. Over 10K from where we started, and I had a 4K hike to get to and from the starting point. We climbed the “big mountain”, then walked the ridgeline almost all the way to Tralala. I’ll tell the story through the photos:

My fellow hikers: Scott, Jim, and Anne.
The climb to the top begins…
…and goes on and on. The stairs maybe took us 1/4 of the way to the top. The rest was a pretty steep trail. There ain’t no easy way up that mountain, but there are harder ways than the one we chose. Ask Günter.
It was a hot day and later on, I’d be chastising myself for coming so unprepared for such a long hike. I opted not to bring my backpack which meant I was only carrying two bottles of water. Despite my rationing and bumming some of Jim’s, I ran out before we were back in town.
Taking a breather after the climb.
Met this family group as we walked the ridgeline. Kept a safe social distance of course.
The road gave out and our path took a turn for the worse.
I guess these lasses were stealing harvesting some things to eat.
And still, onward we marched.
As black as my ex-girlfriend’s heart. That’s definitely the biggest burn I’ve seen yet. I have to believe it went out of control.
Amazing views from the top though.
“See that ridge over there? That’s where we are going.” Are you fucking serious? He was.
Our destination is under those trees.
Now we are at the spot Jim was pointing to earlier. Quite a hike, but I made it!
And this is what we found under those trees on top of the mountain. I never cease to be amazed at how people can live in such isolation. They are a good hard walk from any civilization and anything they bring in, they carry on their backs. Beautiful views from there, but no way I could live like that.
Scott had met the patriarch of the family the last time he hiked this trail–seven years ago! And the old man remembered him too.
Both the old man and the wife are in their seventies. That is quite a bit beyond life expectancy in this country of hard lives. Must be the mountain air…
After a brief rest, we said our goodbyes and headed back home.
It was a hard days hike, but this made it (almost) worth it…
It’s been a LONG time since I broke the 30,000 step barrier. The total includes my dog walking and going into town for beer steps too.

Today I went to the DiviMart store and picked up some supplies:

A bag of rice, some canned sardines and tuna, noodles, cookies, crackers, and candy.
Stuffed them into my backpack (it was f’n heavy!) and carried them up to the top of My Bitch.

I knew the mountain folk who call me by name now were probably hurting for food. I also know there is no way the barangay is bringing supplies all the way up here. It was good to help out some friends in need!

Oh, and commenter Kevin Kim asked me how the pork chops with pineapple came out:

Not bad. Not bad at all. Actually, you could hardly taste the pineapple (unless you got a chunk in your bite). Just a slight sweetness to the overall flavor. Would I try it again? Probably not, it’s just as good without pineapple.

And that’s it for today. I’ve got a walk to get in yet, then I’ll go drown my sorrows at the Speakeasy.

5 thoughts on “Dust to dust”

  2. I suppose your pork chops tasted better than they looked. We are under a stay at home order, but wife wanted pizza from our favorite place 35 miles. Brought 2 home. It’s was worth the trip
    Not many cars on the road through our beautiful foothills.

  3. Haha, well in my defense, those were the leftover version of the chops. Sounds like 35 miles through the Rockies and coming home with pizza is a pretty damn good day, especially in these troubling times…

  4. John, your faithful readers are always ready to offer advice and help especially in the Love Department. Have you considered a life-size love doll? Now hear me out on this. After your initial investment, ranging from approximately $800 to $16,000, depending on how real you want your woman to be, the dividends on this investment will come rolling in. She never nags, She always listens, She never complains, She doesn’t eat much so a dinner-date is cheap, She doesn’t cheat and the best part is She is always ready to have sex. Your Welcome. Peace Out!

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