I bailed on the group hike, but decided to see if I could walk off whatever was ailing my leg. Emmanuel, the recently deceased peanut vendor, lived with his wife and children in Calapacuan. I’d walked past his place in the past, so I knew where it was. His widow asked me for a donation towards funeral expenses, and I set out to deliver the funds personally. She wasn’t there when I arrived, so I left the money with Emmanuel’s sister. The trip there and back was almost 5K. As I had hoped, the pain dissipated while walking, but there was still some stiffness, especially when climbing steps.
Today I am pain-free, and the leg feels back to normal. I’m glad that whatever it was causing the problem didn’t stick around long.
At the appointed hour, Swan and I headed into Barretto. Our first stop was Jewel Cafe for dinner.
After our meal, we made our across the highway and spent some quality time at Red Bar.
We did our nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks and enjoyed the music selections as usual. Not many customers, but then, we are early birds. The live music started at eight, and the performers were the same duo who played at my birthday event.
I am enjoying my time as I near the inevitable end of my life. It doesn’t feel wasted or meaningless. I’m just doing as I please and appreciating the freedom to live as I choose.
Yesterday I shared the last LTG post from 2013. And today, I give you the first post from 2014. The big news was that I quit smoking (again). I gravitated to vaping for my nicotine addiction, but that was still better than further tar in my already damaged lungs. I eventually quit the vaping habit as well.
Today’s YouTube video features the Filipina Pea discussing the ten types of bad behavior foreigners should leave at home. I’m happy to report that none of those shoes fit me. Nope, not even the “barfly” category. I see barflies around town drinking to excess, and that’s not my style. I have a narrow window for beer drinking (5 pm-8 pm), and I’m not a drunken asshole prior to being done for the night. That’s just the way I roll.
I do have a fucked up sense of humor though:
Live it while you got it! Tonight we’ll be spending time with the neighbors on both sides of us at SBMA. Looking forward to a change of scenery!
I see barflies around town drinking to excess, and that’s not my style. I have a narrow window for beer drinking (5 pm-8 pm), and I’m not a drunken asshole prior to being done for the night. That’s just the way I roll.
Getting falling-down drunk, yelling at people, not remembering what had happened the night before… none of this rings a bell?
And didn’t you just call yourself a barfly recently?
I mean, you’re free to live your life however you want, but be honest.
Kevin, I was comparing myself to the “barfly” type that Pea described in her video. Yeah, I have had moments, but that is the exception, not the rule.
Kevin is right – you are in denial about your severe alcoholism. Go a month without drinking (and without pestering hookers at the bars) – I dare ya. Now let’s here the excuses….
Before I forget:
I bailed on the group hike, but decided to see if I could walk off whatever was ailing my leg.
Review BOE #21. See the problem?
Kevin, hmm. When I saw that lesson, I thought I was better at seeing comma splices than most other errors. Honestly, I’m not seeing it here. Are you saying a semicolon instead of a comma after the hike? Well, I guess those are two independent clauses, so that must be it. I stand corrected.
Or do I? Maybe the mistake is that I don’t need a comma OR a semicolon. Damn, now I need a beer.
Jürgen, not sure why you care. I drink beer when I’m out. I don’t drink beer at home. I don’t drink beer early in the day. I choose when I drink and how much. That’s not severe alcoholism.
Come on John let’s be real here – you can’t go a day without boozing. “I don’t drink at home” – of course you do! You’ve posted loads of pics of you doing so. Just admit you’re a drunk with an addiction you can’t control and people will stop laughing at and mocking you.
Go to BOE #21 and scroll down to the five sentences at the bottom that are introduced by the words: “In other words, don’t ever do this (these are all wrong):”
Now do you see the problem?
This is why we don’t say, Sheila sat down, and farted.
For your sentence, there are two ways to solve the problem. What are they? For further review, go all the way back to my blog and look at Commas, Part 1. Scroll down to the paragraph about compound predicates.
Sorry John but what do you call daily drinking and not being able to go a month without drinking if not an alcoholic? Pathetic?
You’re an alcoholic, dude. Man up and own it, but don’t do that “I control when I drink” nonsense because it sounds absolutely ridiculous. Alcohol ruins marriages and relationships, as I am sure you already know, hehehe.
Kevin, I did the review as instructed, and now I see the error of my ways. The proper way to write the sentence is without either a comma or a semicolon because I’ve created a compound predicate.
Will I remember this lesson tomorrow? Miracles do happen, I suppose.
Robert, thank you for your concern.
Maggot, thank you for being wrong about me. Not that I care either way.
Will I remember this lesson tomorrow? Miracles do happen, I suppose.
There’s no point to studying if you make no effort to remember. Whether you make that effort is up to you.
Kevin, these days it isn’t so much about making an effort to remember. It’s more about losing the ability to remember. When you are 70, you’ll know what I mean.