Nothing isn’t much

And yesterday was better than nothing, so there you go. Like everyone else, I was shocked and saddened by the murder of Charlie Kirk. It’s been sickening reading the shit some of my lefty Facebook friends have posted disparaging Kirk and all but saying he had it coming.

Crap like this.

Well, that’s where we are, it seems…if you aren’t a good little sheep, you deserve to die.

Death also found another Barretto expat yesterday.

I didn’t know Art Miller personally, but I’d sat at the same table with him in Wet Spot numerous times. Rest in Peace.

I have also heard that Dave Fisher, owner of Wet Spot and Green Room, is in the ICU at St. Luke’s Hospital in Manila. The man is an icon in Barretto, and he is in his 80s, fighting cancer and other ailments. The outlook is grim, but if anyone can find his way back from this situation, it’s Dave. Keep fighting!

Meanwhile, what I call life keeps rolling along. It may not seem like much, but I do often pause and gaze at the beauty that surrounds me. I’m thankful that I still have the ability to get out and enjoy my hikes and my evenings on the town. I don’t think I’m doing badly for an old guy, and I’ll be content to continue living this life for as long as I can.

Swan joined me for a Thursday morning stroll. I offered her two options: the walk to Waltermat or the Philseco loop. She chose Philseco because “it’s shorter.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her both hikes are right at 7K. We do Philiseco about once a month, and to change it up a little this time, we walked it in reverse. I was surprised at what a difference that made, including finding all the twists and turns that come naturally when we walk in the other direction.

Where we began. I started walking up that street on the right, and Swan reminded me it was the next street we should take.
Now we are on the right road.
Walking past the dead.
A brief rest under the bamboo.
The rickety bridge crossing.
Another graveyard passage.
A fishpond and a shipyard.
I don’t know my birds, but I’d guess those are swans.
A little more shade before moving on.
Over the river.
And under the woods.
Greetings to my favorite tree.
A clear path ahead.
A pose between the walls.
The route of our journey.

Nothing worthy of a photograph during our evening out. Started at Sloppy Joe’s and finished at Green Room. Same old, same old, but I’m glad to be around to enjoy it.

Here’s the latest on my lack of water situation:

That’s progress, I suppose.

I try hard not to let the past impact the present. It’s hard sometimes. Like this post from the April 2013 LTG archives documenting my Las Vegas wedding ceremony with Jee Yeun. I said then it was the fourth and last time. Turns out I was right, just not in the way I expected.

Today’s YouTube video also comes from the LTG archives. I posted this twelve years ago, but seeing it again today felt like the first time. That’s scary, but the video is still funny. So, where would we be if man obeyed God? Watch and find out!

The joke’s on me:

That bites.
If you say so.
Everything would feel too tight anyway.

So, onward with the day. The SOB has been canceled once again, which is really no surprise. I do hope they do one final goodbye show in the future.

2 thoughts on “Nothing isn’t much

  1. I don’t know my birds, but I’d guess those are swans.

    Those look closer to being egrets than swans, but here—you judge. I don’t know my birds, either. For all I know, they could be herons or some kind of crane.

    Swans. Egrets.

    Heron vs. crane.

    Today’s YouTube video also comes from the LTG archives.

    Hilarious. If that animator is still around, what topic might you suggest to him?

  2. Kevin, after looking at those bird links, I must say that I have no egrets. *ahem* It really was surprising how similar they all look to each other.

    As to the animation topic, I think one depicting the insanity of the left would be perfect for these times. He could focus on their reactionary lies surrounding the Charlie Kirk assassination.

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