Life in these United States

Still not sleeping right, but what are you going to do? I’ve been staying up later and later thinking I might actually sleep through the night. Nope, 3:00 a.m. rolls around and my brain says “wake up so you can listen to me think about shit you can’t change anyway!”. I threw in the towel tonight and went to bed at 7:30 p.m. because I had a long day and I was tired and drunk. Woke up at 10:30 p.m. and here I am. Maybe I’ll stay up and go to bed at 3:00 just to see what my brain thinks about that.

So, besides not sleeping what have I been up to? Well, I’ve done some shopping and I’m steadily filling that empty suitcase I brought with me.

More stuff on the way from Amazon. Still some things to pick up at the brick and mortar stores as well. Maybe should have brought a bigger suitcase!

In shopping related news, I purchased some new Levi’s jeans. And I bought them with a 34″ waist. And they fit! Three years ago I was wearing 42″‘s. Now, I haven’t been getting my steps in thus far this trip and my dietary discipline has been non-existent. If I’m gonna continue to wear my new jeans comfortably I’m going to have to get up off my lazy ass and get back on the program. Motivation!

Dinner with daughter Renee and grandson Alex last night.

Then I had my daughter drop me off at a nearby redneck dive bar to get drunk relax and watch the game. I seemed to fit right in, don’t you think?

As I mentioned above, I’m up every morning at o’dark thirty and it being Sunday morning everyone in the house was sleeping in. So I went out in search of some breakfast and found it here:

Hard to go wrong with Cracker Barrel!

Not exactly low-carb but delicious. I was also impressed with the friendly and attentive service. I guess I must have looked lonely sitting there eating all alone.

Once the daughter woke up we headed out to the grocery store to purchase the ingredients to make a batch of my Aunt Pat’s World Famous Recipe Fruit Salad. What was the occasion? We were attending a Barn Party this afternoon! What’s a Barn Party you may be asking? Well I didn’t know either. But it seems to be a staple of the horse show crowd, and granddaughter Gracyn runs with that crowd.

The barn…

A show horse…

Exercise ring…

Pumpkins the kids would be carving up later…

Some of the fellow Barn Party goers…

…and some uninvited intruders flew in…

That’s Gracyn’s trainer with her dog who can jump like he has springs for legs.

“let me outta here!” Alright, you asked for it….

The horses got dressed up for Halloween. This one didn’t look too happy in his Mickey Mouse garb.

Anyway, it was a nice afternoon with the granddaughter…

After the party, we met up with the son and his family for some dinner.

And no, sweet Sydney was not on the menu! This little girl really makes me laugh…

My pulled pork plate was most excellent!

After dinner a young man approached me and said “how’s it going John?”. I was taken aback because I really didn’t recognize him. He told me “I remember you for the Kwagga [the now defunct local dart bar] days”. Then I remembered and said nice to see you again Shaun. And it was.

Okay, that brings y’all up to date and me to just a little past one in the morning. Can I make it until 3? The adventure continues!

3 thoughts on “Life in these United States

  1. A great snapshot of family life. Sydney is hilarious, and good luck to Gracyn if she has any upcoming competitions.

    As for you, sir, being already drunk by 7:30 p.m., hmmm…

    Good luck with the fruit salad. Will there be pictures?

  2. “Drink” it all in John.
    Nothing much different in PI, at least my part of it.
    Would kill for that pulled pork plate!

  3. Kev, well in my defense I was drinking beer all afternoon at the barn party and then more with dinner, so…

    Sydney is a hoot. I tried a dad joke on her: why do cemeteries have fences around them? She rolled her eyes and said “because people are dying to get in…” Six years old!

    Greg, this trip has reinforced for me the correctness of my decision to spend my remaining years overseas. I’m probably going to be unhappy where ever I am, but I’m unhappy in a more satisfying way in the Philippines. I don’t know how else to explain it…

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