Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Yesterday afternoon found me at Bar Celona. I thought perhaps I would rendevous with J. there but alas, she was a no show. Other commitments ran late then the curfew loomed, and so it was not to be. Another time perhaps.
So I sat and drank in the beer and the view.
A restless night because I couldn’t get my damn brain to shut the fuck up. Oh well, it happens like that sometimes.
Here’s an update on our COVID numbers:
This mornings perusal of the internet revealed this madness:
Apparently this is a new series on Netflix featuring young girls being sexualized. Guess they are going for the pedophile market. I canceled my Netflix account when they hired the lying bitch Susan Rice to their Board of Directors. Not sure if she had anything to do with approving this travesty but damn, are pedos the next oppressed group the libtards are going to get woke about?
I needed a nice long walk after seeing those “cuties”, so I took one with fellow Friday hikers Troy, Jim, and Anne. Scott couldn’t make it so picking the trail was my job today. I had us start out across the river in Matain, then head out past Black Rock mountain, around Easter mountain, back across the river in San Isidro, then over to my house for beers and chicken nuggets. Around 12K all told, mostly flat. It did rain like a motherfucker about halfway through, but nothing you can do about that except suck it up and keep plodding along.
And that’s how things are here in these parts.
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way
But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away
I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all
I admire your fortitude when it comes to inclement weather. And I’m surprised you never report getting blisters and other irritations from all the mud- and muck-tromping you guys do.
Oh, and that “Cuties” poster? Ick. For once, the original French poster was less sexual than the American version. Third girl from the left (white girl with one hand in the air) reminds me of Dominic Monaghan. In case the name doesn’t ring a bell, he’s the actor who played the hobbit “Merry” Meriadoc Brandybuck in Peter Jackson’s “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy.
Yeah, I’ve been lucky in that regard. So far at least. Some cuts and bruises from the falls I take on occasion but nothing serious. Yet
I never looked at Merry that way. Maybe it’s his daughter.
More of a rhetorical question, but wondering what some of the COVID numbers mean:
161K positive tests
112K recovered
3K dead
So what about the other 45K who did not die, but did not recover? I wonder what that means – continuing medical problems? That would be a fairly high %; 25% of the people who catch it have continuing problems.
Well, these are Filipino stats and they do raise as many questions as they answer. My assumption is that the 45K are still getting treated but will eventually recover. Who knows though?
I don’t deny the severity of COVID and I hope I don’t have to deal with it. My argument is that the government imposed restrictions are ineffective and counterproductive. At best, they delay the inevitable–COVID is going to run its course. It’s as simple as that. Meanwhile, people are literally starving to death and otherwise having their lives destroyed because of bureaucratic madness.