Like a Sunday should be. Here’s a taste of the flavors I experienced.
Swan consented to join me on my Sunday stroll.She looks happy to be here.Okay, that’s more like it!The path that path that lies before us.And then a cockfight broke out. “Mine’s bigger,” I thought to myself.A quiet Sunday morning in Marian HillsFor Swan, the best part of our hikes is handing out treats to the kids.The kids love it too.A little sugary energy to make the clothes washing more pleasant.I’d offered Swan a backpack to carry her goodies, but she preferred the bag. It’s a pain to remove the pack to do a handout, and she carries the bag on her shoulder like a purse between stops, so whatever works.Lots of customers along the way yesterday.A sweet shot of Easter Mountain.Rice drying on the road.Enjoy your treats!If it holds me, it will hold her.A housewares vendor had the right of way on Bridge #4 (he got there first).After a quick pee, I had to play catch-up.I love this two-level treehouse.Ben there, done that.A sweetie crossing Bridge #2.A tad over 7K, and Swan handled it like a champ.Swan stopped by the Puregold market in search of some cream cheese. I waited outside and saw a corndog stand someone had raved about on Facebook. So, we ordered a couple to go.Not exactly what I was expecting and really not to my liking, but sometimes you gotta step out of your comfort zone and try the local delicacies.Swan prepared a roast chicken supper for me to enjoy before I headed into town. It was delicious. I had the leftovers for breakfast this morning.Because Swan was using the oven, I couldn’t bake brownies for the Hideaway feeding. The girls seemed happy with the Dunkin’ Donuts.In keeping with my new Sunday traditions, I visited the Arizona floating bar after completing my duties at Hideaway.I arrived in time to enjoy another sunset.I’d never seen the floater this crowded before. Glad they are doing well.Busy beach, tooSwan joined me on boardWait for it……and done!
We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Aine and Irene were both missing in action. That saved me some money on lady drinks, so I decided to splurge on this:
Two of these pecan pies from Sit-n-Bull. It doesn’t get any sweeter than that!
A couple of commenters mentioned the lack of drama in my life now that I’m in a relationship. That’s true, but there are always potential landmines where you least expect to find them. At Wet Spot last night, I got up to go to the CR. That’s when I had the bright idea to grab some pecan pie next door at Sit-n-Bull. I used the side exit from Wet Spot and was gone for less than ten minutes. When I came back in through the front door with the pies, Swan had a weird expression on her face. She loves pecan pie, so I was expecting something more gleeful. Swan told me that when I didn’t come back right away from the CR, she assumed I was seeing another girl in the bar. She was happy the sweetness that distracted me was pie. So, everything was good after that, and it never reached the level of drama. I still need to watch my step, though.
Home early for pecan pie a la mode and a re-watch of the “Shameless” episode I’d slept through the night before. And now it’s Hash Monday, and the trail starts here in Alta Vista, so that will be convenient. In fact, my stroll yesterday covered a good bit of today’s trail, except for the climbing part. It’s alright; I’m up for it. (ahem)
How about some food puns today?
Okay, I’ll let it be for now. More of this banality tomorrow. Come back and see!
I had no idea this song originated in the 1920s.
I may have to travel back in time and look her up. Don’t tell Swan!
4 thoughts on “Good and sweet”
The path that path that lies before us.
If that’s a pun, I’m not getting it.
Swan told me that when I didn’t come back right away from the CR, she assumed I was seeing another girl in the bar.
On one hand, Swan could be seen as oversensitive and too quick to jump to conclusions (which she was in this case). On the other hand, your associations with these girls/women will always be fraught with danger precisely because they’re girls/women—a point I’ve made repeatedly at the risk of sounding prudish. Would you be going through all this effort to feed and entertain the female staff if they weren’t female? I think we both know the answer is no. So trying to deny sexual subtext by saying these associations are “meaningless” does nothing to improve the situation from Swan’s point of view, and because she seems like every other Filipina-in-a-relationship that you’ve described before, she’s super-prone to jealousy. So from my point of view, something has to give: either keep associating with your girls and potentially incur Swan’s wrath, or give up your associations and commit fully to Swan. (You know which alternative I think is healthier.)
All that heaviness aside, I enjoyed the pics of the walk.
Yer gettin better at that fake smile McCrarey, keep it up.
Cockfight? I’m in the flyweight division. Just once in my lifetime I want to see a vagina fight. Ringside, preferably.
“If it holds me, it will hold her”. Hold on their pardner. Maybe when you crossed the bridge you compromised the structural integrity of it. From now on, ladies first.
“After a quick pee, I had to play catch- up”. Hell, for a second there, I thought that was you laying in the grass.
Would have been funny if the sign said, Ben & Jerry’s Eatery.
My Korean sucks but i do know Unnie means older sister. Is that a korean-owned corndog stand?
If you were Dementia Joe, when you came through the front door of the bar after going to the rest room you would be forgiven for getting lost. Anyways, your main squeeze reaction made me think of this ole Elvis goody:
Suspicious Minds:
So if an old friend I know
Stops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I’ve been
We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Thank ya, thank ya very much. Soju has left the building.
Peace Out!
Soju, I heard only pussies go to a vagina fight. Just sayin’.
Structural integrity? What the hell is that? This is the Philippines, after all.
I have no idea if those were Korean-style corndogs. Nothing like I’d ever seen before.
Good song. But in Swan’s defense, when she told me what she was thinking, she did so apologetically. Hard to get upset about that.
Nope, no pun intended. Just sloppy writing that my muddled brain failed to detect.
Actually, I’ve been impressed with Swan’s comfort level around the females I know in the bars. Even when she made that comment in Wet Spot, she did so apologetically for thinking I might be up to no good. She doesn’t get upset if I buy lady drinks for my servers, either. I think she looks at it like I do–just a way to show kindness and generosity to someone who works hard at a tough job.
As for the feeding, I don’t see it any differently than handing out candy to the kids. It’s a small thing for me, and the girls look forward to it. I consider Joy a friend (I’ve known her for three years, the last two platonically). The other gals at Hideaway are not attractive to me in any way because of their shape and form. (ahem).
Swan knows about the feeding and has raised no concerns or objections. If she ever wants to attend, I would bring her. Anyway, I don’t expect this to be an issue with Swan, and I will certainly never engage in any behaviors that might be construed as cheating.
The path that path that lies before us.
If that’s a pun, I’m not getting it.
Swan told me that when I didn’t come back right away from the CR, she assumed I was seeing another girl in the bar.
On one hand, Swan could be seen as oversensitive and too quick to jump to conclusions (which she was in this case). On the other hand, your associations with these girls/women will always be fraught with danger precisely because they’re girls/women—a point I’ve made repeatedly at the risk of sounding prudish. Would you be going through all this effort to feed and entertain the female staff if they weren’t female? I think we both know the answer is no. So trying to deny sexual subtext by saying these associations are “meaningless” does nothing to improve the situation from Swan’s point of view, and because she seems like every other Filipina-in-a-relationship that you’ve described before, she’s super-prone to jealousy. So from my point of view, something has to give: either keep associating with your girls and potentially incur Swan’s wrath, or give up your associations and commit fully to Swan. (You know which alternative I think is healthier.)
All that heaviness aside, I enjoyed the pics of the walk.
Yer gettin better at that fake smile McCrarey, keep it up.
Cockfight? I’m in the flyweight division. Just once in my lifetime I want to see a vagina fight. Ringside, preferably.
“If it holds me, it will hold her”. Hold on their pardner. Maybe when you crossed the bridge you compromised the structural integrity of it. From now on, ladies first.
“After a quick pee, I had to play catch- up”. Hell, for a second there, I thought that was you laying in the grass.
Would have been funny if the sign said, Ben & Jerry’s Eatery.
My Korean sucks but i do know Unnie means older sister. Is that a korean-owned corndog stand?
If you were Dementia Joe, when you came through the front door of the bar after going to the rest room you would be forgiven for getting lost. Anyways, your main squeeze reaction made me think of this ole Elvis goody:
Suspicious Minds:
So if an old friend I know
Stops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I’ve been
We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Thank ya, thank ya very much. Soju has left the building.
Peace Out!
Soju, I heard only pussies go to a vagina fight. Just sayin’.
Structural integrity? What the hell is that? This is the Philippines, after all.
I have no idea if those were Korean-style corndogs. Nothing like I’d ever seen before.
Good song. But in Swan’s defense, when she told me what she was thinking, she did so apologetically. Hard to get upset about that.
Nope, no pun intended. Just sloppy writing that my muddled brain failed to detect.
Actually, I’ve been impressed with Swan’s comfort level around the females I know in the bars. Even when she made that comment in Wet Spot, she did so apologetically for thinking I might be up to no good. She doesn’t get upset if I buy lady drinks for my servers, either. I think she looks at it like I do–just a way to show kindness and generosity to someone who works hard at a tough job.
As for the feeding, I don’t see it any differently than handing out candy to the kids. It’s a small thing for me, and the girls look forward to it. I consider Joy a friend (I’ve known her for three years, the last two platonically). The other gals at Hideaway are not attractive to me in any way because of their shape and form. (ahem).
Swan knows about the feeding and has raised no concerns or objections. If she ever wants to attend, I would bring her. Anyway, I don’t expect this to be an issue with Swan, and I will certainly never engage in any behaviors that might be construed as cheating.