Picking up from where I left off yesterday, I successfully made the crosstown trek from my place to Hideaway. I felt some weakness in the leg but no pain or instability. That’s what makes this ailment tough to decipher. To my untrained mind, I think the nerve or muscle damage symptoms would be constant. Maybe it makes sense that it only occurs when I exert myself. Or perhaps I’m getting better through self-healing. Regardless, I’ve decided not to attempt today’s Hash trail. Even the short version requires a hill climb, and I’m paranoid about the weak knee causing a fall in the wrong place and putting me in a whole other world of hurt. Better to take it slow until I’ve recovered some stamina. Instead, I’ll walk to the On-Home venue (around 3K from my place) and see how I feel from there.
Last night’s bar crawl was kind of blah…I was just in one of those moods, I suppose. The Hideaway feeding was its usual success. I forgot to bring a dessert for the second week in a row, so I had to substitute Dunkin’ Donuts again. I guess the gals like that as much as the treats I usually bring, so no big deal.
When I left Hideaway, I headed up the highway with no real destination in mind. As I passed, I noticed from across the road that It Doesn’t Matter appeared to be busy, and I wasn’t in the mood for a crowd. The Annex needed some business though, so I stopped in there for a beer.
I wound up at Sloppy Joe’s next and watched the people on the street pass by. In a weird kind of way, I prefer that to watching bored dancers swaying on stage. Three beers later I was at Wet Spot, a place featuring some of those dancers. Had a beer and decided to go next door to The Green Room. I guess word got out because no one accosted me for lady drinks. Two beers by myself and then homeward bound.
Yes, my night was as boring as it sounds. Made me sleepy just writing about it. Hopefully, I’ll have more fun tonight.
My distance walking buddy Kevin Kim was lamenting how quickly the soles of his Skecher hiking shoes have down. I’ve had the same problem with all three pair of mine:
In addition to walking, Kevin is big on the importance of proper punctuation. Sometimes bad punctuation can be fatal:
And while we are on the subject of comprehension, I pity the folks who believe what they hear without question.
Meanwhile, prepare yourself for the devalued dollar. They look like this:
I found this insect loitering on my front porch this morning:
That’s all for now. Back tomorrow with more goodness.
Glad to see that you are taking precautions and not exarcebating your injury. Even minimal medical intervention is still good to mitigate the damage.
Wow… that picture of the ladies enjoying their meal. Jayzus, that is a lot . Not to body-shame them, but shame. They are all rather on the fat -to-obese side. Maybe you could slow down on the weekly feeding, or at least buy a rack of cut-up cucumbers and carrots. I have been told that fruit in the Philippines is quite cheap; maybe that could be good for your wallet and good for their health.
To repeat ; wow they are chunky ladies. I guess congratulations are in order.
Of course we only get an uplclose picture of Joy’ s face in the throes of ecstacy. Not that I know anything about it, but I am told that is what an O-face looks like. And you being so close, and the cause for Joy’s face; well some women may get jealous of that. But I digress.
I would like to commend you for trying to work out your current dilemma out of the public eye , for once. If you had a close male friend in town, perhaps it would also be prudent to discuss the matter at hand in detail. But we both know that’s not how you roll.
Keep on keeping on and enjoy the -ber months . This one is called O-ctober. But you and Joy already knew that 🙂 wink wink nudge nudge
Sounds like you jarred a nerve when you clumsily started into running motion without the necessary 5 minute stretch and warm up. Those babies have the memories of Scotsmen owed a shilling and so the symptomatics may persist into yuletide. Please, do loyal readers a favor and do not Google your symptoms again. The fucker knows only how to reference terminal organ-related or neurological conditions.
James of Sutherland rather ungallantly points out the happy girth on show around the carb fest. But it does make me wonder, is diabetes a major thing in The Philippines?
I assume this was a post about Sunday, hence no mention of a doctor visit. I hope you went to your docs today.
re: blindfolded chick
Did you notice how her eyelashes are poking out from under the blindfold? I think she’s peeking.
re: headless George
You can still see the ghost of George’s head in that picture. The Photoshopper should have used the “stamp” tool, followed by the “blur” tool, to eliminate that.
I have to admire the even wear on your shoes, there. Nice.
Re: Media. It obviously has gotten worse with the explosion of the internet. I believe that one of the biggest problems is that the search algorithms push a person further and further down a silo that shows only a particular viewpoint.
A lot of people have fallen into that “trap”.
So, if a person generally read only views that skew to the right, eventually all that person sees are right wing viewpoints, and that becomes their baseline. Eventually, anything even a bit outside those guardrails seems to be extreme. Radicalization theory and all.
Anyway, enough of that. LOL
Re: weight of the girls. The richer a country is, the fatter they become. I have spent a lot of time in various Asian countries over the years and have seen the average weight creep up. We, as US citizens, have nothing to talk about. Pretty large % of the population is overweight.
(Same goes for if a person focuses exclusively on left wing media. They believe that extreme views propagated by the left are the norm.)
In the meantime, you might try the ol’ Ace Bandage, those clothe things you wrap around a knee like a mummy.
And stop feeding the hippos!
Just kidding. Your pera, your choice.
DS, It felt somewhat better yesterday, so that’s progress.
For the record, they were big when I met them. I consider it a maintenance program!
Brian, yes, getting your news from one source, be it CNN or Fox, you will not likely see the whole story. And Google limits search results, or at least buries, stories that challenge the narrative. Luckily, there are still some blogs out there, like Instapundit, that provide links and information thinking people can use to better understand current events.
There are some skinny girls in Hideaway; I wanted to be clear on that. I guess they were off eating elsewhere so the fat gals could have the table to themselves. Old timers here say fast food prominence has changed the average Filipina’s body shape immensely.
Dr. Jo is out of town right now but will schedule me once she returns. The leg seems to be doing better, so I don’t have a sense of urgency.
“I think she’s peeking.”
Resistance! Stick it to the man!
Oh, that dollar was photoshopped? George Washington owned slaves; I just assumed the left had offed his head in the name of woke justice.
Dan, maybe it is nerve damage. Yesterday’s walk to the Hash went better. There was still some pain, but it didn’t feel like it would collapse. Yes, it can be scary to self-diagnose on the internet. The benefit is that it facilitates the conversation with your doctor. I’m going to seek reassurance that this isn’t an MS symptom.
To be fair, that photo wasn’t flattering. Even plus-size girls can be attractive. The other Hideaway gals are skinnier, so there’s something for everyone’s tastes. I haven’t heard much talk of diabetes among the locals, so I’m guessing not.
James, I personally prefer skinny girls, but the ones in that photo all have nice personalities. And a couple of them aren’t as large as the picture makes them appear. I take no responsibility for size; my two meals a week is only a maintenance program!
Joy is actually a very sweet young woman. I hope she meets a nice guy someday so they can take care of each other–she’s a natural at that. Joy is firmly in my friend zone, so no “Os” from me!
Yeah, I take my diary style of blogging a little too far on occasion, but I also get some of the best advice available from my readers. It is a fine line between respecting privacy and sharing what’s in my heart. I don’t really have the kind of friend who would want to listen to my sad stories. So, the blog fills that void.