Nothing really matters

That’s why I waited until I was in my 50s. And here I am still going relatively strong in my 70s. Live it while you got it!

As long as you’re breathing, nothing is still something. I still enjoy days like yesterday, when everything is the same old, same old. Excitement isn’t a requirement for appreciating the gift of another day among the living.

Swan had business to attend to, so I took a boring Barretto street walk on my own. I brought my earbuds along and enjoyed listening to some of my old favorite songs as I got in my steps.

I saw this funeral banner along the way. I didn’t recognize the name, but she looked vaguely familiar. Forty-one is WAY too young to leave this world. Rest in peace, Mary Jane.

This is the only thing of interest that caught my eye during my walk:

I’m talking about those tree roots that are growing horizontally on top of the ground. I’m learning to ignore the litter.
And yet another reminder to embrace life while you have it. At least Alberto made it to 75. My goal is to make it ten years longer than that.
My 6K trek ended at Sit-n-Bull where I purchased a roast beef dip sandwich to bring home for lunch.

Swan was still busy with her day, so I headed out at beer o’clock on my own.

I made Cheap Charlies my first stop and had the place to myself. They were playing crap music when I arrived, but my friendly waitress rectified that at my request. I rewarded her with a lady drink.
Two beers later I was heading out. Here’s the view from the back of Cheap Charlies.

Next stop, It Doesn’t Matter, where I was scheduled to rendezvous with Swan. There was only one other customer on the outdoor patio.

The lonely view from my IDM perch.

Swan arrived thirty minutes later and we had some grub delivered from Foodies to satisfy our appetites. Then we moved on to Wet Spot for our nightcap.

The stage was decorated for Christmas, and featured a full crew of attractive dancers.

There were several other customers at Wet Spot, and one of them was particularly generous, giving each of the dancers a 100-peso tip. I’ve been known to do that in the past, and it’s a nice way to show appreciation for the hard work of performing in a bar. We enjoyed chatting with our regular waitresses, Beth and Irene, who both received two lady drinks. I was also gifted a free beer, so the good times rolled.

I’d had my fill by 8 p.m., so we headed out. Swan was craving ice cream, and we walked to the shop up the highway, only to discover that it was closed. Apparently, their machine was out of order. Who do they think they are, McDonald’s? So we grabbed a trike home, and I satiated Swan’s sweet tooth with a batch of sugar-free vanilla pudding with bananas and raisins. It served its purpose, and we went to sleep satisfied.

As anyone can see, nothing really matters to me.

Continuing with the July 2023 LTG archives, I’ve come to understand Swan’s need to grieve the passing of her longtime love, and I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll have to wait before we can explore a future relationship. I decided she was worth waiting for, and as it turned out, I was right.

For today’s YouTube video, I invite you to take a gander around my little town, including some of the places I frequent and mention here on the blog. The highway traffic does suck, but so far, at least, I’ve survived it. Fingers crossed.

Laughter is the best medicine, but doesn’t have FDA approval. Read on at your own risk:

A harvest of humor.
No, that’s not the do-over life I fantasize about.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.

And with that, we will lock up today’s post and throw away the key. Come back for visitors’ hours tomorrow!

It’s 1986, and the video for this song is one I’ve always enjoyed for some reason. Sad to see Palmer died in 2003 at only 54 years old.

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