…to post about the nothingness of yesterday before getting on with today’s meaninglessness. Don’t worry, I’ll make it as short and painless as possible. Promise!
Grocery shopping in the morning went without incident. I decided to walk the highway home, and I survived. Here are some photos of what I saw along the way:
as a passing lane.
Tuesday afternoon is our Baloy Beach time.
So, the highlights of the Baloy excursion were chatting with Kokomo’s owner, Steve, and later, Treasure Island’s owner, Bret. Bret shared photos of the work taking place at Sloppy Joe’s, and I’m looking forward to visiting when it reopens.
That brings you up-to-date on my so-called life.
I don’t know what was going on with me in the summer of 2008. I had two one-line posts in July, one photo posted in August, and only one post in September, aptly titled “This post’s for you!” I wrote that one from Washington, DC, where I was attending work-related meetings. I mention having just returned from a twelve-day trip in the Philippines, where I had been sick half the time (that used to happen to me a lot as a tourist, I think I eventually learned not to brush my teeth with the tap water). So, I promised to post more regularly, but nothing else was posted in October. Reading the comments from my disappointed (former readers) was both sad and amusing. But this one is worthy of quoting in full here:
or not check back would seem to be the appropriate choice, I’m thinkin at this point….!?!
u would appear, at bottom, to be just another narcissistic dude with a fairly serious drinking problem, seems pretty sure. to actually suggest that ur too busy to check in for an occasional post is both ridiculous and absurd – surely you’ve set aside spare time daily to find a bottle or five to suck on, good money bet on that. makes one wonder what your whole purpose was with this blog thing…..? and just maybe is a clue to your ability to finish or otherwise stick to things you’ve started in life…… and before you knee-jerk some response, you should maybe just check six and think about it…… most of your stuff is just innane foolishness anyway…… an idle curiosity at best.
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I wonder what he would say now that I blog every day? Somehow, methinks he still wouldn’t appreciate it.
In today’s YouTube video, Reekay expounds on what it takes to have a great expat experience. I certainly wouldn’t want to try living on $1200 a month here, but I’d probably be okay with $2500. I’m blessed to bring home twice that much, so I live large and try to share the blessings with those less fortunate around me.
Today’s moment of Zen:
I Just Got Lost In Thought. It Wasn’t Familiar Territory.
And humor me these:
And so it went.
A nice but somewhat hazardous walk, what with little to no shoulder along the National Highway. Reminds me of my walk along the South Korean east coast. Lots of traffic, and lots of potential to be love-tapped by passing cars.
The new road down to the Bantay Bayan village is now open.
The road itself looks nice. Too bad no one thought to put in a walking path alongside.
I found it mildly amusing that my hike from Royal to Sit-n-Bull was exactly five kilometers.
5 km with a time of about 1.167 hours = a pace of about 4.3 kph. That’s about my pace, these days, when I’m starting on a long walk. By the end of 25-35 km, my pace slows significantly to under 4 kph, sometimes as low as 3.2.
u would appear, at bottom, to be just another narcissistic dude with a fairly serious drinking problem, seems pretty sure.
As a blogging Zen-teacher acquaintance of mine says, blogging requires a bit of narcissism, and I see the diagnosis of “a fairly serious drinking problem” hasn’t changed over the years, however much you might want to deny/rationalize it. But hey—if you think your liver and kidneys can handle the constant abuse, and you’re okay with the visceral fat twisting its way around your guts (not that I have any moral high ground on that score), then keep right on a-drinking. Only Mother Nature can teach any lessons, and if she’s chosen not to teach you anything, I hope you make it to 85 problem-free. My own experience, though, tells me that no one stays invincible forever, not even people who are still 30 in their own minds.
I wonder what he would say now that I blog every day?
Spot the error!
A Tolkien of my appreciation.
That was a minefield of bad puns.
Still no word from my buddy in Fredericksburg about his wife. He may just be waking up. I expect he’ll write to me once he’s at his office.