Half a trail is better than none, I suppose. And while I avoided a couple of hills, my trail, including the distance gained when I walked to the start from my house, was a respectable 8K.
When the Hash was over, I walked back to Barretto and stopped at Snackbar for my nightcap. It was nice to visit with one of my old favorites there, Heidee, again. During our conversation, she asked me how my girlfriend was doing. I was surprised and told her I didn’t have a girlfriend, then asked what made her think I did. Heidee said to me that Lydell and another Snackbar waitress saw a girl on the Jeepney, and she had a keychain with my picture on it.
A friend had gifted me several of those key chains, and I gave them away to some young women I know. I’m unsure who it was on the Jeepney, but she wasn’t my girlfriend. This is just another example of how everyone *thinks* they know your business in this little town. Kinda scary, in a way.
This provides a good segway to me telling about some edits to yesterday’s post. I had revealed some private and personal information about someone I know, and a regular reader commented that I was wrong to do so. When I took a step back and looked at it again, I realized he was right to call me out on it. It was not my intention to cause anyone pain or shame, but if the information that I shared came back to her, she would likely be devastated. No excuses; I just wasn’t thinking about the potential repercussions. I appreciate that thanks to this reader, I was able to make the edits shortly after publishing the post, and hopefully, no damage was done.
I tend to forget that this blog isn’t a personal diary and that what I share has a potentially larger audience than I imagine. Perhaps some with bad intentions. Like that Dick who tried to use my sketchy history with love (i.e., four marriages) to undermine my relationship with a woman I cared about. You’d think I’d have learned by now.
Anyway, I’ll try and do better in the future. I have taken to changing the names of some of the people I write about here. Going forward, I’ll keep in mind that some things may be best left unsaid. But don’t worry, dear readers; I’m quite sure that I’ll continue to serve as a bad example.
This provides a good segway
That right there is the power of marketing. The personal transport’s brand name is “Segway,” but that brand name is a pun based on the original word: segue (a smooth transition). Sometimes, it’s easier to remember the brand name than the proper term.
Great-looking hike, and I’m glad to see Scott up and about. He made it through the walk okay, I gather.
You don’t need to keep flagellating yourself about yesterday’s post. Just hone your moral sense so that your conscience resides on the inside. You don’t want to be in a situation where your conscience is an externalized Greek chorus. Alcohol (for example) can block that chorus out. So can a woman’s warm lips around the old probe thermometer.
Kev, re: segway–It didn’t look right when I wrote it, but then spellcheck didn’t object, so lazy me let it be. I scootered that up for sure!
Scott did fine, a little slower than usual, perhaps. He said the only time he felt pain was coming down the steps near the end of our hike. Glad to have him back on trail!
Hmm, alcohol and warm lips…I’ll take some of that!