Another Hash adventure is in the books, and I lived to tell about it. I walked the 2+K from my house to the start, then did the medium trail, which turned out to be 5.5K. So, I reckon you could say I eight it up yesterday. Ahem. It wasn’t the worst trail I’d ever done, and it was far from the best, but I suppose it was good enough. My biggest complaint was inadequate trail marking, but even so, I only lost my way once. I hated the long trek up Rizal Extension, but once we were off-road, I enjoyed hiking an unfamiliar path for a bit. We came down from the hills into the familiar Marian Hills area, then had a 2K street walk to the On-Home venue at Smokes and Bottles. Here are a few photos taken along the way:
On-Home was at Smokes and Bottles, one of my favorite Hash venues.
Then we did the usual after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter where we enjoyed additional liquid libations. Swan had two glasses of wine, which required staying later than we normally do, but it’s all good. Got home safe and sound and ready for bed.
Continuing with the February 2023 LTG archives, I’m sharing a post about the educational milestones I experienced on this road of life. I was actually just one statistics course away from a master’s degree, but I moved to Korea instead.
And here’s a poem I wrote for my high school sweetheart:
Today’s YouTube video tells the sad stories of homeless women in Manila. We’ve got them here in Barretto, but none I’ve seen would warrant attention other than sympathy (meaning they aren’t prostitutes). I’ve been helping the one I call “Mama” for years by giving her 100 pesos on the days I encounter her on the street. It’s enough to eat for the day and she’s always appreciative.
There’s no stopping me now!
And there you have it until next time. Oh, I just asked my AI assistant what it thought of the title for today’s post. Here’s what I got (Walrus is the name I go by at Superhuman Go):
It’s wonderfully Walrus: dry, quirky, and self-deprecating. “Satisfices” is a real word, though fairly uncommon, meaning “settles for a satisfactory result rather than seeking the best.”
The title’s slight awkwardness actually reinforces the “good enough” theme.
That reminded me of the time where I first heard of “satisfices.” I attended a training seminar (your tax dollars at work) and this happened:
The instructor drew a timeline on the board, with birth at one end and death at the other. He said, “Those are the important things; everything else satisfices.”
1970 has arrived. I’ve discovered the joys of marijuana, grown my hair long, and become a Vietnam War protester. This song seems to capture where I was back then: