After two straight days we caught a break in the rain this morning. So after grocery shopping and walking Buddy, I headed out for my first long walk of the week. I opted to avoid the mountains but got in a pleasant enough 1.5 hours on the backstreets of Barretto. Well, the last ten minutes was in a deluge, but whatever. It still was good to be out walking again.
I need to be mindful about not letting my motivation for walking be sapped by bad moods or bad weather. I noted yesterday that my weight had crept back up to 204 pounds. I need to get busy and work that back down under my threshold goal of 200. Some discipline in my diet would help as well.
Speaking of moods, I came across this on Facebook and found myself nodding in agreement:
In the memory feature of Facebook was this photo of the McCrarey family back when we were whole:
What else? Well, how about a brief interlude into politics? Had to love this RNC ad featuring “the Squad”. The President nails them with their own words:
Still, there is disturbing evidence that Trump is racist:
Okay, that’s enough fun for one day. Oh wait, there was this. The ex-wife posted that bullshit from MSNBC about there being “no evidence” that Trump had visited ground zero after 9/11. Of course, that fake news has already been debunked by, wait for it, an NBC news clip of Trump on the scene. I honestly don’t even like delving into politics much these days, but damn, shit like this just can’t go unanswered. Well, Carol hasn’t answered yet, but given the time difference that’s probably understandable. She won’t accept it I’m sure. “You gonna believe what a ‘journalist’ says or are you gonna believe your lyin’ eyes?”
I’m gonna play darts, drink some beer, and forget about all this crap for awhile. I’m in the mood.
UPDATE: Well, apparently I was “in the mood” back in May of 2016 as well. Go figure.
The owner of the FBO where I used to fly back in Sparta, Illinois told me if it flies, floats, or fucks you are better off renting. Perhaps that is applicable in your current situation. Keep the blog posts coming, you are on my daily must read list.
Wow, Scott. Thanks! I appreciate your being a reader.
The FBO owner may have been on to something. A guy once told me “I don’t pay the girls for sex. I pay them to leave in the morning”.
Good to know you’re out and about (or “oat’n a boat,” as the Canadians would say) again. And your enchiladas look quite purple.
Trump and Sharpton ought to settle their current differences by having some sort of weird-hair contest. I can imagine some strange, alternate-universe scenario in which their hairdos come alive and start screaming racist imprecations at each other.
Ah yeah, miss those Canuck accents. The Aussie accents are toughest, I’m always saying “I down under stand”…