And I was pleasantly surprised when the children from downstairs (Swan’s family) presented me with this collection of homemade Father’s Day cards:
I also got a sweet message from my daughter, Renee. Being a father was a special time in my life, and I have no regrets. That’s why my “do-over” fantasy won’t work. I don’t want a world without my kids and grandkids.
As far as yesterday goes, it went better than the day before. Even had a 75 sleep score! Maybe that morning Decay Dance helped:
Later in the day, when it was time for liquid refreshment, we made our way to Cheap Charlies.
One of the attractions of Cheap Charlies for me these days is ordering something to eat from the Foodies restaurant downstairs. They have the best quesadillas in town IMO. Alas, neither of us got hungry during our visit. I can attest that those Ozempic shots have definitely suppressed my appetite. As often as not lately, I skip dinner.
When it was time for a change of scenery, we crossed the highway and plopped ourselves down at Sloppy Joe’s. More beer and wine, but a change of view. We wound up staying there until it was time to head back home.
Speaking of home, I found this on the kitchen table:
Courtesy of Facebook memories, here’s an old Father’s Day card my daughter sent me:
From the February 2020 LTG archives is the follow-up post about my Barangay testimony regarding the crazies on the Sampaloc Cove trip. As I understand it, the matter was eventually resolved with the crazy instigator being held liable, not the man she accused of attacking her.
In a kinda related moment, last night I dreamed about that incident for some reason. I was at an Angeles City Hash event, and this guy I didn’t recognize said the crazy instigator was his former girlfriend. When I asked what happened to her, he told me she was placed in “Hash Nauseum” as punishment. Whatever the hell that is. And yes, lately I have the strangest dreams, most of which I forget about in five minutes.
Today’s YouTube video features a vlogger talking about a two-week visit to the USA and what he missed about the Philippines while he was gone. I can relate. My last trip back home was going on 8 years ago now. I couldn’t get over how vanilla life seemed like in America. Chain restaurants, chain bars, and nothing of interest except my painful memories. I don’t know if I’ll ever go back.
Time out for our humor break:
A man and a woman are riding next to each other in first class on a plane. The woman sneezes, then takes a tissue and gently wipes it between her legs. The man isn’t sure he saw what she did, and decides he is probably hallucinating.
A few minutes pass. The woman sneezes again. She takes a tissue and gently wipes it between her legs. The man is about to go nuts. He can’t believe that he’s seeing what she’s doing.
A few more minutes pass. The woman sneezes yet again. She takes a tissue and gently wipes it between her legs yet again. The man has finally had all he can handle.
He turns to the woman and says, “Three times you’ve sneezed, and three times you’ve taken a tissue and wiped it between your legs! What kind of signals are you sending me, or are you just trying to drive me crazy?”
The woman replies, ” I am sorry to have disturbed you, sir. I have a rare condition such that when I sneeze, I have an orgasm.”
The man, now feeling bad, says, “Oh, I’m sorry. What are you taking for it?”
“Pepper,” she replies.
Some gals have all the luck.
And that’s all I’ve got for today. I’m one of the Hares for tomorrow’s Hash, and against the advice of my co-Hare, we marked the trail this morning. And then this afternoon, the rains descended. Which means I’ll be going back out in the morning to replace the trail marks that likely washed away. And so it goes.
Maybe we're just shooting stars
Needing something to hold on to
But each thing we touch seems to vanish
Like candles and friends
They burn at both ends
Dance, they said
Life is only for the moment
The light is brief
Don't waste it
The taste is sweet, so taste it
So I said I understand
I'm dancing as fast as I can