Another day in paradise that I managed to survive. I feel good about that. I kicked things off with my Standard Saturday Solo Stroll through the streets of Barretto, a 6K endeavor.
My break in the walking action had a silver lining in that the old familiar felt almost new again. So, I did the photo every 1.6K thing to capture the feeling.
I grabbed a sandwich to go at SnB, and triked home.
And the new window blinds in my bedroom/office were installed while I was out walking.
After blogging and showering, it was time to have an old-fashioned date with Swan. I asked her to join me at the beach for dinner and drinks, and she accepted. I suggested we walk the 2K to the Kokomo’s floating bar, and she agreed.
I was a little surprised at how many passersby we encountered along the way that Swan knew. Then I remembered she worked at one of the resorts on Baloy for a while. When we hit the beach, I was relieved that it wasn’t low tide, so we could board the raft without wading through ankle-deep water.
It was Swan’s first visit to the floating bar and here is some of what she saw:
The girls all greeted me by name, but that doesn’t seem to bother Swan as long as they don’t leave lipstick marks on my neck (I still don’t know how that happened). I brought some brownies for the crew, and they went fast, and the gals seemed appreciative. One of the customers banged into our table and spilled my beer. He apologized profusely, and I told him it was no big deal (I’d recovered most of it). He bought me another one anyway, and I thanked him.
After we ate, we took a trike back to the house. I had missed my usual afternoon nap and was feeling sleepy, so I went to bed early.
As days go, yesterday was a good one overall.
The Sunday feeding at Hideaway is next on my agenda. We’ll see what happens after that.
It takes some big cajones to sail by yourself.
You’re close: cojones. No “a.”
I guess the guy never saw “All Is Lost.”
The Treasure Island selfie
Still with the puffed-out lips as if you were blowing a fart out through your mouth! Or have you been practicing pursed-lips breathing all these years? (And an Images search reveals that everyone has a different idea what the phrase “pursed lips” means.)
That’s the best I could find for today.
I assume you know the Radiohead song.
Improving health, a good date with your lady… keep playing the long game. It’s all gonna work out.
Re: tattoos
Saw a meme that said that anybody who has tattoos above the neck line probably never had a job that paid taxes. LOL
Sounds like a good day in paradise. Here’s to more of the same coming up.
Same thing with those nose rings and lip spikes. I might hire them for the circus, but not much else.
Kev, it takes big cojones to spell the way I do!
Nice to read the “All is Lost” review again. I saw a movie today from 2013 called “End of the World.” The characters were all so cliche, and the dialog so bad I wondered if it might be a comedy. Except it wasn’t funny.
Swan always tells me to smile for the picture. I guess pursed lips are my version of the fake smile.
Yeah, I’ve heard that creepy Radiohead song before. I’m not making the connection to what I posted, though. I’ll have to go back and read the lyrics again.
Here’s hoping I have enough time left to play the long game!
Yeah, I was hoping you’d watch the music video I linked to because it specifically shows the song’s lyrics, allowing you to see the connection to the “I’m a crepe” poster.
Yeah, I did watch the video but still failed to make that connection to “crepe.” Now I get it! 🙂