It doesn’t matter

So, I’m stumped about what to post. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Here I go!

I’m not sure what’s going on but my dreams lately have more intense than usual. I wake up and think to myself “that was weird” but then I fall back to sleep and the dream is mostly forgotten. Last night/early this morning was like that, except I remember the rather bizarre ending–a woman handed me a scrap of paper with the words “don’t ask for what you can’t give” written on it.

It sounds simple enough but maybe there is a deeper meaning for me to consider. It just seems weird to have my subconscious deliver a message to me in this fashion. I’ll contemplate the potential ramifications of the words, but in the meantime, I will probably refrain from asking for a blowjob!

I’ve probably posted this before, but it still rings true. At least it is what I keep telling myself.

But enough about me. HaHa, just kidding! Here are some photos from the hike yesterday:

It was kind of an urban walk, although we did do a couple of wooded hills. Just under 10K for me.
Our first up for the day…
I don’t always hand out candy. These folks got some cookies!
How else is grandma going to spend a hot day in the Philippines?
We didn’t go over Black Rock mountain, we went around it…
Back on the pavement in Calapadayan…
I don’t know, I’ve seen better.
This is one of the Hash Ön-Home locations. It’s closed under quarantine now, but the owner let us for a quick beer.
The last 40 minutes were hiking down the national highway…
Took advantage of the wet market to stock up on some bananas…
And finally leaving Subic for the friendly confines of Barretto…

And so concluded our hike. To cleanse your palate, here are the boys enjoying the cool morning air today:

They are not barking up the wrong tree because I ain’t got any!

And finally, I have steadfastly refused to get drawn into all this race-baiting crap. I certainly know racism when I see (or hear it) though.

Every time you tell me to check my privilege or judge me by the color of my skin rather than the content of my character.

Sometimes I fear for my country.


Lonely and winsome
Calling for someone
Living right now

Something is shallow
Ugly and hollow
Doesn’t even allow
You to want to know how you might
Live for the living and
Give for the giving. Living
Moment by moment
One day at a time
It doesn’t matter
It’s nothin’ but dreamin’ any how

6 thoughts on “It doesn’t matter

  1. “This is one of the Hash Ön-Home locations.”

    By putting an umlaut over the “O” in “On-Home,” you’ve created a new brand of ice cream. Congratulations!

    As for “Bestank,” my reading was black slang: “Dat be stank, yo!”

    Your just-under-10K urban walk looks good. Do you trust those wet markets? I have to say that the phrase “wet market,” which I’d never heard before the pandemic, sounds quite unappetizing.

  2. That’s irksome. I was going to put “on-home” in quotation marks, but if I don’t hit the spacebar after the quote it defaults to the umlaut. I see I didn’t close out the quote either, so there you see two typos in one! I love ice cream though!.

    You are the second person to see it as Be stank (I’d also posted the pic on FB). I just guess my mind’s eye won’t engage in cultural appropriation like that! 🙂

    Well, I’ll buy fruit like bananas at the market, but never meat. The flies were swarming on that “fresh” fish.

  3. “…but if I don’t hit the spacebar after the quote it defaults to the umlaut.”

    What the hell sort of freakish keyboard are you using?

  4. The one that came with this piece of shit Dell laptop I bought after my other computer was stolen. I can’t get used to having to do two keystrokes per quotation mark. On the other hand, I can at least spell Günter’s name right now…

  5. You guys make my head hurt. I’m lucky to get to five letter words. What is punctuation? Meanwhile the US is mired in stupidity and headed to a new form of Mafia for a government. Expect the new terrorists will want to destroy the Washington Monument, the Jefferson Memorial, and Mount Rushmore. Cities, schools, and roads named after the 12 Presidents who owned slaves are the next target. Happy to be old enough that I won’t witness it.

    All this is has the CCP laughing their asses off.

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