“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.” 
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

Some days just don’t amount to much, even by my low standards. Throw in some inclement weather, and you have a good excuse for being lazy. Swan had some errands to attend to in Olongapo, so she couldn’t join me for a Thursday walk. I could have done a boring solo street walk again, but instead, I said “fuck it” and did nothing. So yeah, that’s how I didn’t roll.

The Lord, being a loving God, paused the rain at beer o’clock, facilitating an umbrella-free walk into town.

Then we moved on to Cheap Charlies for a change of scenery and some dinner from Foodies.

The rain forced us to move from our street-view perch to a stool at the bar. I haven’t sat there since the last time the skies opened up their wrath.

And then we headed back downstairs and hailed a trike to take us home in the pouring rain. And that’s all there was to the day.

Facebook memories are the closest thing I’ve found to time travel:

From the August 2019 LTG archives, it is my 64th birthday, and there’s no one who needs me and no one to feed me. But I was healthy and active and still making the best of my time here on Earth. And of course, there was a Swan to come in my future.

Today’s YouTube video is from a vlogger who is lovin’ life in the Philippines with only his monthly Social Security for income. Apparently, he moved from San Diego, where he lived in a van. He made a good point in comparing those who live in poverty here to the poverty he witnessed back home. I live large on my government pension, but I noticed the video showed a walking view of Alona Beach in Panglao, Bohol, which made it worth watching for me.

The jokes are falling like the rain:

There’s an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish who kept confessing to adultery. One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, “If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I’ll quit!”

Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who had committed adultery would say they had “fallen.”

This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until the priest died at a ripe old age. About a week after the new priest arrived, he visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.

The priest said, “You have to do something about the sidewalks in town. When people come into the confessional, they keep talking about having fallen.”

The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word.

Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at the mayor and said, “I don’t know what you’re laughing about; your wife fell three times this week.”

FAFO.

Yep, still raining, but it didn’t stop me today. I’m just gonna keep on keepin’ on and be glad for it. Better wet than dead!