Now I hope to see it all more clearly. I’m not experiencing any post-surgery discomfort, but my left eye vision, while better than it was, is still blurry. I suspect I just need to give it more time, but I have a follow-up appointment this afternoon with my ophthalmologist, so I’ll see what he says.
Picking up from where I left off yesterday, it was after 1 p.m. when we escaped the hospital, and I was ready for some grub. Texas Joe’s was only a kilometer away, and it’s been a while since I’ve had authentic American-style barbeque. On the other hand, there were lots of other places even closer.
We opted instead to visit The Lighthouse. I’d been there a few times and recalled the food was good, if a bit pricey.
The waiter kept trying to talk us into moving inside for the aircon. I prefer open air myself, and I suspect he just didn’t want to be bothered with going in and out to serve us. Too bad for you, we ain’t movin’!
When it came time to pay the bill, I was in for a shock. The food was reasonably priced (380 for my sandwich, 600 for the kare-kare), but I was charged 180 pesos per bottle for my San Mig Zero beer. That’s double the price of most places I visit in Barretto. I know when I buy a case from the local distributor, I pay around 50 pesos a bottle. So, I felt like I’d been ripped off. At least The Lighthouse will now be easy to avoid in the future.
We caught a taxi back to Barretto, and I got busy with blogging. My eye was a little itchy and felt like I had a bug in it, but that eased up some as time went on.
I decided that home is where I needed to stay last evening, so I set myself up for some quality time at The Right Spot On The Roof.
Swan made a batch of spaghetti for dinner, I fooled around on the laptop some, then decided to hit the hay at 8:30 so my eye could get some rest. Yeah, that’s my story!
Thursday’s report card: 9,308 steps, 7.15 kilometers walked, 2,830 calories burned.
From the LTG archives, a May 2009 post about picking up my new hire, Dennis McPeters, at the airport in Incheon. I had worked with Dennis back in my Postal Service days, and he was top-notch. We were also friends. When Dennis retired, he moved to Cambodia. I visited him there a couple of times. And sadly, he’s another person in my life who has seemingly disappeared. Dennis abhorred social media, so our contact was exclusively through email. And about a year ago, he stopped responding. Dennis was/is several years older than me and I fear he may have passed away. I’ve done some Google searches for his name (I know he has family in Florida), but I didn’t see any news or obituaries. Then again, if I died tomorrow, how would any of my old friends and acquaintances find out?
From my Facebook memories on this day in history:
Today’s YouTube video is an update on that crazy vlogger Vitaly, currently residing in a Philippine jail. Apparently, he claims to have found religion and wants to be forgiven and released from jail while awaiting trial. Somehow, I don’t think that is going to happen.
Let’s take a moment for Zen:
Always Try To Be Modest, And Be Proud Of It!
To the humor we must go!
There’s an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish who kept confessing to adultery. One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, “If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I’ll quit!”
Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who had committed adultery would say they had “fallen.”
This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until the priest died at a ripe old age. About a week after the new priest arrived, he visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.
The priest said, “You have to do something about the sidewalks in town. When people come into the confessional, they keep talking about having fallen.”
The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word.
Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at the mayor and said, “I don’t know what you’re laughing about, your wife fell three times this week.”
Have a good trip, see you next fall!
And there you have it. Time for me to fly, well, Jeepney, to my doctor’s visit on SBMA at the Baypointe Hospital. Adios, amigos! Hope to see you again.
Yo John! Now I know y’all be lovin’ this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
People in the house, put them hands in the air
‘Cause if you don’t care, then we don’t care
“Not in the mood for French food”
– eats burger and fries
Can see why you need to count calories lol
Mind ya own beeswax, Darryl. John is a conservative who only eats burgers and Americanized Mexican because the US is the best. All other foods and cuisines are like immigrants; inferior.
re: your eye
Better is better than not better.
re: French resto
“Le Soleil et la Lune” = the sun and the moon
When it came time to pay the bill, I was in for a shock. The food was reasonably priced (380 for my sandwich, 600 for the kare-kare), but I was charged 180 pesos per bottle for my San Mig Zero beer.
So it’s a good place to go for us non-drinkers. Awesome.
The Right Spot On The Roof
So we’ve changed the spelling from “The Rite Spot” to “The Right Spot,” eh? I hope your new signage reflects that change!
Dennis abhorred social media, so our contact was exclusively through email.
Can’t say that I blame him. Sorry to hear he might be gone.
Then again, if I died tomorrow, how would any of my old friends and acquaintances find out?
You write a letter to Swan, for her to find soon after you die: “Open when I’m dead.” In it, you leave step-by-step instructions for Swan to follow re: how to log on to your blog to make a death-announcement post. Be sure, in your instructions, to tell her to list whatever information you deem important re: the circumstances of your death (what day, what time, how it happened, etc.). Give her instructions as to what should be done with the blog after you’re gone: leave it up for a year? Leave it up as long as it’ll stay up? Also: have her contact people in the PI (friends), Korea (like your wife), and people in the States (like your estranged family) to let them know of your passing. Swan doesn’t have to do more than send a terse email, then the living, those close to you, can fight over how to take care of your remains: will you be buried/cremated in the PI? Buried/cremated in the States? You said you have a will, right? Maybe those specifics are already laid out in that. Or does the will need updating?
Good luck with eyeball follow-up.