It is what it was

My second journey through the seventies approaches.

Will the circle be unbroken? It’s doubtful. In this life of routines I’m living, what you see is what you get. And not to be a drama queen about it, but the introspection I’m experiencing as I approach my seventieth year has been keeping me awake at night. So many doors get slammed shut as we journey through life, and now, as I approach the final chapter, I’ve come to realize I’ve run out of doors to the future. This life I’m living may well be my best option, but more and more I’m seeing it as the only option. I’m blessed to be living comfortably in my dotage with a woman who seems to genuinely care for me, so I’ve got nothing to complain about. If I have truly learned any life lesson, it would be to live in the moment and truly appreciate the life you have. Looking back at what you had and lost is pointless. It’s easier not to look ahead now that all I have to look forward to is the end. So, here we are. Live it and love it!

My Saturday routine includes the Candy Walk, which I recently moved from Sunday, so as not to upset the church Karen, who disapproves of gifting sweet treats to children. Even without the Sunday School kids, we emptied our satchels containing 270 candy bags on our trek yesterday.

The goodies we carried in our two shoes. Well, in our backpacks while wearing two shoes, but you get my meaning.
A wet day, either a light rain or a heavy sprinkle for a good portion of the walk.
Swan wore her sandals, thereby avoiding the wet shoes dilemma.
A usually busy stop seemed deserted. Eventually, one kid ventured out to collect candy to share with her lazy friends.
It’s always quiet in Marian Hills.
Swan spotted some ribbon in a tree. Not sure if that’s an old Hash trail marking or for the one coming up. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.
Come and get it.
Maybe lakeside living isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
This tree had broken down since we passed by here last week.
Leaving offerings to the God of Litter at the foot of Easter Mountain.

I’m always mocking the litter culture here in the Philippines. Yesterday, it seemed like it was mocking me back.

The spoon was a nice touch.
Forgive me, Jesus, for not accepting the Grace found in litter. I see someone left a Coke bottle as an offering.
Calling the kids from Bridge #2.
My tracker said we were exactly 6.0 kilometers start to finish.

When the time came to mosey into town for some Saturday evening enjoyment, we kicked things off at Sloppy Joe’s. When the urge to eat came upon me, I told Swan she ought to try the birria tacos at Myleen’s. She was up for that, so off we went.

The Myleen’s take on birria that I judged better than John’s place. Swan said they were good, but she likes John’s best. I think the difference for her might be that she gets guacamole at John’s.
I found my beef enchiladas to be muy bien.

During dinner, an old friend of Swan’s contacted her and advised that she was back in town from Manila for a visit. We invited her to join us at Green Room.

Nice to see you again!

Does she look familiar?

That’s me and my ex-girlfriend, Marissa.

The woman with us last night is Marissa’s identical twin sister, Marilyn. It was funny when Chu, our waitress at Green Room, saw Marilyn because she thought it was Marissa, who had worked at Green Room for a while. Good times!

I’m getting out of my lane posting about punctuation, but here goes anyway:

An English professor wrote the sentence:
“A woman without her man is nothing”
on the chalkboard and asked the class to punctuate it properly.
The men in the class punctuated it as:
“A woman, without her man, is nothing.”
The women in the class punctuated it as:
“A woman: without her, man is nothing.”
Moral of the story: Punctuation is incredibly powerful.

Today’s entry from the March 2012 LTG archives tells the story of how I acquired a treadmill in Korea. The interesting part was about getting it home. As an added bonus, you can see one of Jee Yeun’s specialties, the eggaburger. That’s what she called it anyway.

Facebook reminds me that twelve years ago, I designed this logo for the dart association I founded. After I departed for good, the name of the group was changed to SODA CITY DARTS ASSOCIATION (Columbia is known locally as “Cola-town”) and is still going strong.

Next up, let’s tune in as The Filipina Pea brings you some unique news insights from the Philippines. The adultery law doesn’t apply to me because my wife is a Korean.

Speaking of laws, I read today that the US Congress has proposed legislation that, if passed, would limit overseas call centers. That’s a big industry here in the Philippines. A Filipino formerly employed in the industry weighs in on the matter here.

Alrighty, now we get to the funny business:

Is that a selfie?
Glad I gave up driving.
Ran dumbly speaking, of course.

And that’s all I’ve got for today.

2 thoughts on “It is what it was

  1. re: call centers
    On the surface, seems like a good idea, but there are always unintended consequences. Would US workers flock to do these types of jobs? Our president keeps reminding us that the economy is great, unemployment is low, etc. Will the net result be higher wait times? On the positive side, communication would be much better when you did talk with a person. I would guess that if this passes, companies will invest even more in AI chat/voice bots.

  2. Brian, I’m more concerned about America’s manufacturing being offshored than I am about call centers, but I understand the concept of MAEA (making Americans employed again). Sorry, couldn’t resist. As you say though, in the USA call center jobs would be near the minimum-wage level, while here in the PI they are relatively well-paying sought after positions. And yeah, AI will sooner or later put everyone out of work…

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