Or more precisely, carabao in water.

I had a bad time last night and feel like shit today. And yes, it’s female problems. Again. I’m an f’n idiot who seems incapable of learning. My cowardice has not proven effective in protecting my wounded heart. I just need to find the strength to be content with being alone.

Maybe it was a sign, but this morning I found what I’ve been dreaming of, right on the sidewalk as I passed by:

This too shall pass.

Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie
Thinking ’bout a life of crime
‘Cause that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you

Such as it was. Whilst walking yesterday afternoon I noticed some black ash raining down on me. I’m like WTF? I didn’t see anything, but once I removed my headphones, I heard the snap, crackle, and pop of a brush fire. Looked through the trees and saw this:

Anyway, that was my “excitement” for the day. Well, I did manage a third-place finish in darts last night. I threw decently and given that my partner was pretty weak, it wasn’t a bad showing.

There seems to be more controversy and fallout from Wednesday’s Sampaloc craziness. The guy I mentioned who declined to give a statement in support of the Barangay complaint has been kicked out of the bar owned by the guy who filed the complaint. Hoo boy. Most of those on the trip are Hashers and I fear there may be some negative impact there as well. Not so coincidentally, I received a Facebook friend request from the complainant today. No doubt he’s seeking my statement as well, but I’m just not going to get involved in this mess.

Not much else to report. Well, I did like this:

Speaking of impeachment, I made some pithy reply to a question on the subject in a Quora forum. It elicited this response:

Liberals share news and views with the rest of planet earth and it all corroborates. Conservatives hide in echo chambers where they can make up their own little world with its own little truths. The entire planet Earth agrees with Mr. Weir except for a small group of mostly older, male, white, religious, rural, poorly educated but well armed Americans who believe they know better than everyone else.

This is where you reply “wait until the election and then you’ll see” because you have nothing else to stand on, no truth, no foundation, nothing, just another lame prediction of the future based on the usual, which is your own echo chamber on your own planet.

Enjoy your little planet but Earth is leaving you behind, and you’re trying to hurt the rest of us because you know it’s true.

I think this captures the liberal “head in the sand” mentality as well as anything I’ve seen. Also the tendency to project their own biases and lack of intellectual rigor on others. It’s both sad and funny and explains why we have Trump. Ah well. I have lots of time on my hands but none that I’m willing to waste in responding to this kind of ignorance.

Let me leave you with a little something to cleanse the palate of the political bullshit residue:

A man came home and saw his wife watching a cooking show on TV. “What’s the point of watching a cooking show?” he asked. “You don’t know how to cook?” The wife shot back, “But you watch porn!”

Or as normal as it gets around here anyway. The biggest drama I encountered yesterday was a lack of San Miguel Zero in two different bars. Yeah, life is hard sometimes but we just have to learn to deal with the inevitable disappointments.

Fifteen years ago today I woke up for the first time in The Land of the Morning Calm. I certainly had no idea back then that my life would never be the same again. It’s been a rollercoaster ride but I will never regret my decision to leave my cocoon of security in the USA for a life of comparative adventure in Asia. Here’s the post I did on my first day at work for United States Forces Korea. Highlights included being welcomed by a 3-star General and finding out I was subject to a peninsula-wide curfew for all USFK military and civilians. My reaction back then made me laugh today:

Anyway, I have no problem with the curfew. I’m not big on the bar scene and I don’t see midnight that often anyway.

Well, things change I suppose but I still don’t see midnight that often these days.

Speaking of bars, I popped into Bar Celona last night and encountered a couple of folks from the ill-fated Sampaloc Cove adventure. One of them being the woman who is a former cop and physically restrained an out of control Reza. She showed me the big bite marks on both her arms. I’m no dentist, but I’d say Reza has a healthy set of choppers, that’s for sure. Her boyfriend Joe was holding their dog during the incident and came out unscathed. We quaffed some beers together and revisited the crazy from the perspective of 24 hours distance. I was a little surprised to learn from Joe that this is not the first time that a drunken Hana and Reza had gone psycho. The big news though was that two of the victims have filed complaints with the police and the Barangay office. Joe and his gal have been asked to provide witness statements and they agreed to do so. Another member of our party has declined to get involved in the probe. I haven’t been asked, but I would also not make a statement. What’s done is done and my takeaway is to stay away from crazy folks like Hana and Reza.

Speaking of crazy, yesterday I had the bright idea to follow a part of Günter’s trail from Monday’s Hash in reverse. I had seen where it entered my subdivision and was curious about the path that I had never taken. I was hoping it might be the new way to access My Bitch I’ve been looking to find. Alas, it was not be. You might even say that Günter got some revenge for my having previously avoided his trail. The part I took yesterday led down through a creekbed and required climbing and jumping over rocks and boulders. Granted, the trail as laid by the Hare was going up the creek, but it was still fucked up. I honestly don’t think any of the Hashers did this part of the trail; everyone had taken a short-cut long before reaching the end of an ill-advised 12-kilometer hike. Even the notorious Leech My Nuggets told me he had come back after doing “only” 9K. Ironic that I found myself out there in harms way after all. Well, I made it but I was not pleased with my decision. Lesson learned.

Yep, me bitchin’ and moanin’ about shit is a sure sign that things are back to normal around here. You are welcome!

Sampaloc Cove is a lush, but forbidding, land. Located at the southernmost tip of Subic’s Redondo Peninsula where the tranquility of Subic Bay meets the turmoil of the open sea, Sampaloc Cove is at once a hidden paradise of sprawling white-gray beaches stroked by the foaming turquoise sea and a remote habitat that tests the very survival of the indigenous Ayta people.

Yesterday saw me make a return visit to the lovely Sampaloc Cove. I blogged about the trip last May here. It’s nice to change things up and get out of the normal routines now and then. But I wound up getting a bit more than I bargained for in that regard. That comes later in the story, let’s go to the pictures:

We had a very pleasant day at the beach. Most of the menfolk were enjoying some beers. And the women kept pouring Emperador shots. I had a couple to be polite, but I know better than to mix my alcohol. I was amazed at the capacity of these Filipinas to drink shot after shot. When they opened the FOURTH bottle, I admit to feeling a little concerned. Resa was doing the pouring and she was relentless.

I’m not exactly sure when things started going wrong, but I noticed Resa was out in the water being assisted, then carried back to shore. They laid her on a bench in the Nipa hut and someone told me she has been upset that she found out her boyfriend was cheating on her. The implication I gathered was that she had either tried to drown herself or was being a drama queen. I was leaning to the latter, although clearly she wasn’t faking being drunk.

I went on about doing my thing and then noticed later that all the women-folk, including Resa, were gone. Apparently they went hiking to some nearby waterfalls. Given the amount of rum they had ingested I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but who am I to say? A while later I see one of the boat crew carrying Resa back to the beach. I guess she never made it to the falls, but most of the other gals did. Anyway, once everyone had returned from the hike it was time to starting loading up and heading home.

Now, I was feeling no pain at this point, but I wasn’t drunk-drunk either. So I was really surprised when Steve fell down on the beach and couldn’t get back up. Hell, it took like three of us to get him back on his feet and help him board the boat. He must have had a lot more shots than I had noticed.

As the boat begins pulling out, Resa makes for the bow and from my perspective, it looked like she was fixing to jump off into the water. Someone grabbed her and pulled her back into the boat, then forced her to sit down on the floor. She struggled mightily to escape, so someone tackled her and held her down. Well, Hana is Resa’s best friend and she went nuts, attacking the person who was holding Resa. I guess Steve said something to Hana (his live-in girlfriend) because she went after him, actually punching him in the face and drawing blood.

While this was going on, Resa made another escape attempt and a female member of the group (a former cop I’m told) pinned her down again. Resa wound up biting her and the cop responded with some blows that also drew blood. They got separated, and Resa wound up sitting down on the floor near me. I put my arms around her, trying to comfort her and calm her down. She continued to struggle some and with my arms otherwise occupied, my hat blew off and into the water. I really liked that hat, had it for years.

Meanwhile, Hana has gone wild throwing shit at those she considered culprits in Resa’s abuse. Some of it went overboard, including that nice grill grate we used to cook my meat on a stick. I was really worried she was going to grab my backpack and throw it in the water. I would have been screwed if she had, it held my wallet and phone. It didn’t come to that, the crewmember not driving had seen enough and he gruffly barked in Tagalog and Hana backed down.

I was still holding Resa, stroking her head and telling her it would all be fine. I guess she didn’t agree because she pinched my finger so hard it broke the skin. I let her go at that point and was thinking “fine bitch, kill yourself if you want. I’m done with this shit”. Resa didn’t jump though, instead, she sat next to Hana and sulked for the remainder of our journey.

Suffice to say, once we docked at Arizona no one left the boat in a happy mood. It was a pretty fucked up way to end an otherwise nice day, that’s for sure.

Without a doubt, it was the most insane time I’ve experienced here in the Philippines. The most surprising thing was seeing how crazy Resa and Hana are. I’ve been acquainted with both for a while and never saw any behavior that would lead me to believe they were psychopaths. But then again, I never saw them drinking Emperador before either. The sad thing is I had been quite attracted to Resa in the past, but our timing was never in sync. And now I’m just thanking the Gods of Love for protecting me. Another reminder of just how bad I am at judging the true nature and character of the human female.

And life goes on!

*I’ve decided to not use actual names in this post. I don’t think anyone local reads my blog, but I don’t want to risk being called to the Barangay office or deported. The libel laws in the Philippines are not foreigner friendly I’m told.

Or at least the way I saw them yesterday afternoon.

I finished the night at Cheap Charlies watching the “two-week millionaires” (aka tourists) ringing the bell repeatedly at P1000 a pop. All the girls get a watered-down shot and the guys get to feel like big shots. More power to them. They appeared to be having fun and if they are buying lady drinks I don’t have to. It creates a different vibe in the bar I suppose, but I’m mostly just there for the beer anyway.

Well, more of an acquaintance and a bit of a bitch. That’s right, this morning I found the motivation to hike the length of My Bitch, from Rizal Extension to Alta Vista subdivision. It had been months since I’ve done so, what with being both sick and lazy. It went pretty well, in fact, the path was marked with chalk and powder as it had been incorporated into last week’s Hash trail. The part I missed when I lost the trail. So it was in a sense like closing the loop.

One big change since my last visit was this:

So, I guess I’m getting back to normal in my routines and health. In the realm of the abnormal, I actually practiced darts yesterday afternoon. It was a pretty good workout too. I was anxious to see if it would carry over into last night’s tournament.

Well, I drew Derby, a fellow Hasher and an average caliber darter. Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, drew Alan. Steve is the best expat player in town (there are some Filipinos who play pro-level darts, but they are not welcome in our amateur tourneys). Alan is in the top five, and throws a game similar in quality to me. So from the get-go, I was thinking the best I could hope for was a second-place finish. And that’s how it turned out. Steve and Alan dominated throughout the tourney but we managed to take one leg from them before we were dispatched to the losers bracket. We beat Billie and Gerlie, two strong players, twice. That was pretty much the highlight of the night for us. Steve and Alan kicked our ass with no trouble in the finals. The practice didn’t hurt, but all the practice in the world won’t overcome superior darters.

But at least Alley Cats had stocked up on San Miguel Zero. It was good drinking with my old friend again.

On my afternoon walk yesterday I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

Not much else newsworthy to report. The Taal volcano down south continues to spew its venom and there have been some local evacuations, but no residual impacts in my area. At least not yet. Oh, and Cheap Charlies has Zero in stock again. On the other hand, Alaska bar advised me that I drank their last Zero last night but that they’d get more soon. Promises, promises.

How about some photos from my walk this morning?

Did 16,000 steps, took a nap, had a tuna sandwich for lunch, and now I’m ready to do an afternoon hike.

And that’s about all there is. It’s enough for now.

My eyes adored you
Though I never laid a hand on you
My eyes adored you
Like a million miles away from me
You couldn’t see how I adored you
So close, so close and yet so far away

Life here in the Philippines is, for the most part, pleasant and comfortable. This is not to say that there are not frustrations and inconveniences. These exist wherever you might choose to live in the world. The key to maintaining a happy or at least a healthy state of mind is learning to deal with the bullshit you will inevitably encounter in a positive way. If that’s not possible you hopefully can avoid letting irritations become powerful enough to impact your day-to-day level of satisfaction. I’m probably still a work in progress in that regard, but I do have my mantra: Deep breath, relax, accept the Filpino way. It helps!

One peeve I encounter quite frequently is the “out of stock” syndrome. I just don’t get how the stores can consistently fail to order goods and products before they run out. The larger stores here do have computerized point of sale systems. Back in the States, this triggers an “oh, we’ve sold half our stock of X, time to re-order. Here that never seems to happen. I bought an electric toothbrush last year. Finding replacement brush heads is a nightmare. I mean, it makes sense that if you sell the one you would carry the other. “Out of stock, sir” is the only response I get. My big grocery store has been out of staples I use frequently, like shredded cheese and tortillas, for weeks now. No point in asking when or if ever they’ll appear on the shelves again. It’s like playing the lottery I guess.

Anyway, this rant was triggered by the absence of something that hits particularly close to home for me–my beloved San Miguel Zero beer. I got the “out of stock” BS at Queen Victoria a couple of weeks ago. Fine, you don’t want my business I’ll go somewhere else. And then it happened at Cheap Charlies last weekend. What the hell? If Zero is so popular you are selling out, order more and in larger quantities. Again, I just told them I’d drink somewhere else. And then last night I go to Alley Cats to play darts and you guessed it, no Zero! Well, fuck. I stuck around and played, drinking San Mig Light, but wasn’t happy about it. I couldn’t get a clear answer on whether the problem is with the brewery or the distributor. I do believe the Alley Cats folks when they say it was not a lack of effort on their part, it’s just not available.

Oh well. I’ll survive. SML is what I used to drink back in Korea. It’s higher in calories and higher in alcohol so I have to pace myself when I drink it in order to avoid getting drunker than I want to be. Yeah, life is tough, I know.

Funny thing is, as much as I like to drink I really don’t like being around drunks. I’m talking about the slurring words, unsteady on your feet, loud and boisterous, kind of drunk. I am very rarely in that state and always admonish myself the following day if I go too far. That maybe happens twice a year or so. I like catching a nice beer buzz, but I’m good at knowing when to say when it’s enough. I see guys in the bar who get close to falling down drunk nearly every night. I do my best to avoid them because I find them very annoying.

Take Pierre for example. A Swede who spends a few months a year here. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him sober, and I’ve seen him pretty early in the day (my policy is not to drink before 5:00, with rare exceptions). Anyway, I have no idea why a drunk man who can barely stand would sign up for a dart tourney. And only the Gods can say why it was my fate to draw him as my partner. I was not happy about it, but that’s the luck of the draw for you.

So, I resolved to do my best, try to have fun, and take comfort in the fact that it would be an early night. Pierre, as expected, was all over the board (and frequently off the board) but he occasionally had some lucky shots too. I actually played surprisingly well for a guy who never practices (and was forced to drink SML instead of Zero). We actually made it to the winner’s bracket finals before being dispatched by Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, and his partner Jo. We lost the next match in the loser’s bracket as well and went home with third place money. Not bad considering.

Now if I could just find some motivation to practice some. Ah, motivation is out of stock you say? Never mind then. It’s all good.

I’m too low for zero
I’m on a losing streak
I got myself in a bad patch lately
I can’t seem to get much sleep
I’m too low for zero
I wind up counting sheep
Nothing seems to make much sense
It’s all just Greek to me

Something a little different this morning, breakfast at the Central Park Reef hotel. It’s the newest and finest lodging establishment in Barretto, probably worthy of at least a 4-star rating. The hotel has actually been open for a few months now, but the rooftop restaurant/bar/pool was not completed and ready for customers until last weekend.

The breakfast itself was a bit disappointing. Service was average at best and the food took an inordinately long time to arrive from the kitchen. I had a ham and cheese omelet and it was lukewarm when I got it. I’m going to chalk it up to growing pains/learning curve and give them another try before passing final judgment. But the ambiance was really quite special.

What else? Well, Facebook memories reminded me that four years ago I was enjoying spending time in Cambodia.

Where does the time go? I’ve drunk a lot of beers since then, that’s for sure.

It’s kind of funny, but my Grammarly app doesn’t like the title to this post. It underlined “Up on” in red and suggests I change it to “Upon”. Fuck that!

I had intended to title this post “Up on the roof”, but I checked and saw that I had used that heading way back in 2005. That post was about the view from the rooftop of my apartment building in Hannam-dong, Seoul. Oddly enough I had totally forgotten ever spending time on my roof back then. Damn, maybe my brain’s capacity for memory has maxed out. Good thing I have the LTG archives around!

Well, I’ll be damned. I was going to post the video of that Christmas classic song “Up on the Rooftop” here as a fuck you to Grammarly. Turns out the actual title is “Up on the Housetop”. I honestly don’t recall ever singing it that way, but as I’ve said before, you can’t trust my memory these days.

This will have to do:

Yesterday’s Hare was a Hasher from Angeles City, Two Bottles. I wrote about him in a post last July called “Worst trail ever”. So, I should have known what was in store. In fact, last July I vowed to never do one of his trails again, but there I was. Actually, because it was such a shitty trail I inadvertently missed the worst part of it. Oh well, maybe I learned my lesson this time.

We began things by overloading the truck. This time of year we have more than our usual number of Hashers and the Hashmobile lacks the capacity to transport all those wanting to participate to the trailhead. When I Hare, I will always do a “walk-out” trail. Sure, it limits your options, but to me riding in the back of the truck is always the worst part of the Hash.

The trail started from Rizal Extension and went up the big mountain. Getting to the top is always a tough climb and I don’t blame the Hare for that. There are certainly worse ways to go than the one he chose. The good news for me was my breathing and stamina was much better than it was last week, so there’s that.

So, I get to the top of the mountain and was pissed to see a checkpoint. I ranted about these in the “worst trail ever” post linked above:

Another thing I don’t personally like are checkpoints. This is where at an intersection of paths, the Hare requires you to pursue all possibilities until you find the “true trail”. Now, you might get lucky and guess right the first time. Otherwise you’ll have to walk a hundred yards or so looking for trail marks. If you don’t find any you have to retreat and try the next alternative. If you are in a group you can send one person off in each direction and when (if) they find the trail mark they yell “on-on” and everyone goes that way. It just seems like a pointless waste of time to me, but some Hares and Hashers seem to think it makes for a more interesting trail.

Well, I’m alone at this point but I guessed the trail would go left, so I headed off in that direction. Seeing no trail markings, I turned around and headed in the opposite direction. Nothing that way either. So, in addition to the bullshit checkpoint, it was also poorly marked. At this point, I just said “fuck it” and kept going. I knew a way back down so I made my own trail.

Anyway, I made it down on my own safe and sound. The stories I heard about the trail I missed made me feel like I made the right decision. Very steep and slippery descent, fraught with hazards like barbed wire. I would have been a very unhappy camper had I gone that way. As it was, the last group who took the right trail didn’t get back on-home until a little after 6:00 and in the dark. And I was behind them! No excuse for laying a trail like that. I’m done with you, Two Bottles.

It’s all good.

No, sadly not this cutie:

Things that keep things interesting here in the Philippines besides the women include typhoons, earthquakes, and volcanos. Yesterday, Mount Taal, about 35 miles south of Metro Manila erupted like a horny old retired guy.

Luckily, this is actually one of the smaller volcanos around. Still, it’s impact was felt far and wide.

So, no falling ash for us. But we did experience a definite dilution of air quality.

Anyway, so far no reports of casualties, just a royal pain in the ass for lots of folks. I’m not sure if my scratchy throat and cough are related to the dirty air or not. Could make today’s Hash a bit more challenging though.

UPDATE: Well, I’ll be damned. I’ve used the “Thar she blows” title twice previously. Once in September 2018 about a typhoon blowing through town, and again in October 2012 about a Korean cop blowing his whistle on me for jaywalking. Good times!

I’m not one to brag, but I haven’t lost a darts match since last year. That’s right, I’m undefeated in 2020! Okay, I’ve only played once this year, but still. Perhaps I should quit while I’m ahead.

In another first, I learned that Vincent hails from New Caledonia. I actually had to look that up to learn more about the place. Vincent didn’t really have an accent, but I assume now that he speaks French. Anyway, seemed to be a nice guy and it was an enjoyable evening.

My cupcakes sucked. Almost didn’t bring them because they were so dry. I guess the girls couldn’t deal with the frosting, because they put them in the freezer without even tasting them. I guess to “firm up” the topping. I don’t know. They sat in the freezer all night. Someone finally pulled them out just before I left. Can’t imagine eating a cupcake from the freezer, but whatever. I won’t be baking them again anytime soon, that’s for sure.

And that was my night!

…but I did let go with a SOB. The Sons of Baccus dance competition that is. It had been several months since I last attended one of these weekly events and I was pretty bored with my usual bar routine, so why not? I used to play darts on Friday night at Alley Cats. In fact, I started out there with an intent to play for the first time this year. But it is tourist season and the place was jam-packed and loud. It’s a very small bar and really can’t accommodate that kind of crowd. I was more than willing to depart and make room for the interlopers.

Last night’s SOB was hosted by the Man Cave bar which is a nice enough venue. I got there in plenty of time to score a good seat. The way the SOB works is you pay an entrance fee of P600 ($12.) and drink for free from 6 until 8. They also provide finger food which is nothing to write home about. Of course, the main attraction is the dancers so let’s get on with some pictures, shall we?

After the SOB I went next door to Rum Jungle for the Aftermath party. More raffles there but I didn’t win any prizes. I was drunk enough to take a trike home rather than risk walking down the highway.

I’m going to give darts a try again tonight. And I baked up a batch of cupcakes for the Alley Cats girls. That’s just the way I roll!

Sometimes you just have to accept that the darkness won’t go away. Even when it causes you to lose your biggest fan.

So, at 0500 today I get up to pee. Came back to bed and then *pop* off goes the electricity. I looked outside and all the other houses were dark as well. So, that makes it what they call in these parts a “brownout”. Looks just like a blackout though. Given that it began right on the hour I suspect it was a scheduled brownout. Zamelco (Zambales Electric Coop) says they hope to have power restored late this afternoon. Me too!

In the meantime, I’m operating on battery power for the laptop and relying on my phone in mobile hotspot mode to stay connected with the world. I guess that makes me a survivor, right? Anyway, let me take full advantage of this opportunity to share the pain some tidbits from my so-called life with you my faithful readers.

You can’t help everyone or everything here. And you can’t let that fact overwhelm or discourage you. There are so many in need. All you can do is your best to make things a little better for some. This little guy above was wearing a collar, so I presume he has (or had) an owner. For all the good it did him. He’s obviously not eating right and has lost all his fur to those mites that seem to infest so many neglected dogs around here. I’ve got Buddy and Lucky and that’s all I can handle now. There are two strays that I give scraps to occasionally, it doesn’t make a difference overall, but they seem to appreciate it regardless. I work hard at not letting this shit depress me.

So, let’s take a humor break here, shall we?

Okay, that’s better. What else have I got? Well, this is an “only in the Philippines” kind of thing I think:

The police department responsible for the above said they were attempting to avoid the “victim shaming” paradigm and speak directly to potential rapists. I’d deem it a major fail and at least one women’s organization here called them out for it. I’m still shaking my head.

In more current news, I decided to cook a big dinner yesterday. It had been quite a while since I bothered with firing up the grill. And since I still had leftover fixin’s this was going to be a special occasion I decided to make a batch of Aunt Pat’s Recipe World Famous Fruit Salad.

What did I throw on the grill?

I’d sprinkled on some meat tenderizer and let them marinade in an herb and garlic sauce for two days prior to cooking them up. Also on the menu was a baked potato, some mixed veggies, garlic bread, and the aforementioned fruit salad.

And then I went out for some beers at Cheap Charlies and avoided any bargirl drama. On the way back home I helped a beggar out and bought some treats to share with the stray dogs. Making a little difference, one step at a time.

Maybe I’m feeling better. My sleep score was 75 last night (it was in the 50s last week). And even though I’m powerless right now, I do have a song to keep me in the right frame of mind:

Now some they do and some they don’t
And some you just can’t tell
And some they will and some they won’t
With some it’s just as well

You can laugh at my behaviour
And that’ll never bother me
Say the devil is my saviour
But I don’t pay no heed

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

Goodbye, stranger, it’s been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye, Mary, goodbye, Jane
Will we ever meet again?
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain

Sweet devotion (Goodbye, Mary)
It’s not for me (Goodbye, Jane)
Just give me motion (Will we ever)
To set me free (Meet again?)
In the land and the ocean (Feel no sorrow)
Far away (Feel no shame)
It’s the life I’ve chosen (Come tomorrow)
Every day (Feel no pain)

Today I decided not to do something. Later on I didn’t do something else. Tomorrow I may not do one of a selection of other things.

Ah, the freedom to not do whatever you want that is implicit in retired life! But yesterday I did decide to do some things and now I’ve decided to write about them. I apologize in advance, but you are here anyway, so why not fill the time?

The day started in typical fashion, up before the sun. Grab a cup of coffee and plop down at the desk to see what is going on in the rest of the world. In my email was a message from Kevin Kim passing along some helpful advice on both preventing and dealing with a home invasion. Good stuff and worth sharing here:

In one of those quirky coincidences I also came across this “security advice” I’d posted on Facebook several years ago:

On a more serious note, also in my email was a message from DoD Human Resources asking me to provide an affidavit for an EEO investigation currently being conducted. No, it’s not about me, just something I may have witnessed. And due to confidentially requirements, that’s about all I can say. So I spent some time completing that paperwork. I’m hoping my printer/scanner is working as I need to sign and send it back by Monday.

Back to Facebook, which wanted to remind me of this event in my life:

Did my usual internet trolling around and kind of liked this:

Scott from the Hash (also an early riser) messaged me about sponsoring a hole for an upcoming VFW fundraising event. I of course agreed. This is what my banner will look like on my hole. (That sounds a little sick, doesn’t it?)

Ányway, enough of the internet. Time to feed and walk the dogs. With that chore out of the way, I enjoyed a bowl of cereal and some bacon for breakfast. Afterward, I loaded some pork chops into the slow cooker, seasoned them up, slathered them in cream of mushroom soup, then poured on some ranch dressing. Set the timer for low and let dinner cook itself for the rest of the day.

It being Tuesday meant it was grocery shopping day. My driver arrived in due course and I successfully (with the assistance of my two helpers) restocked the larders. Just about the time I arrived back home I remembered I needed to get my final rabies shot. Damn it, we had driven right past the hospital on base coming back from the grocery store. Ah well, I’d just go later in the afternoon.

Took a nap, wrote about Monday’s Hash on the blog, then hit the streets. I’m giving myself a breather on the 20,000+ step goal for now. Still, I want to do as much as my tired old lungs are comfortable with. I wound up walking to the other end of Barretto (about 2K) and catching a Jeepney back to the old Navy base from there.

A short walk to Baypointe Hospital and went through this procedure for what I hope is the final time:

1. Upstairs to the Outpatient Center. A few minutes in line, then hand my shot record to the nurse. She then has me take a seat in the waiting area.
2. After a while, she hands me three pieces of paper–one for the pharmacy, one for the supply center, and one for the cashier. I’m an old hand at this now so I knew the proper order in which to visit.
3. Pharmacy (downstairs and end of the hall) pulls the meds, annotates my paper, tells me to pay cashier and return.
4. Supply (halfway up the hall and off to the left near the emergency room) pulls the hypodermic needle, annotates my paper, and sends me to the cashier.
5. Cashier (near the stairs back up to Outpatient) thankfully has no line. Processes my paperwork and asks for P2100 (about $42). I pay and get annotated receipts.
6. Back to pharmacy to pick up the now paid for meds.
7. Back to supply to pick up the now paid for needle.
8. Back upstairs to Outpatient and hand the nurse the stuff and the receipts.
9. Nurse takes me to a treatment room, stabs me in the arm, and sends me on my way.
10. Me, walking out with a smile and shaking my head at the wonder of it all here in the Philippines.

Hoof it back to the highway and catch a Jeepney bound for Barretto. It’s a bit after 4:00 p.m. at this point so I have the driver drop me off at Arizona with a hearty shout of “para po!” (stop here, please). Let the drinking commence!

Well, naturally I went out to the Arizona floating bar. Who wouldn’t?

Speaking of the view, I didn’t see my favorite bargirl, Jovie, on board. Oh well, I generously let my waitress have a refreshing drink on my tab instead. After a bit, Jovie and Susan, another gal I met at Queen Victoria, came aboard. And of course, they joined me at my table and naturally, I bought a round of drinks. It seems yesterday was Susan’s birthday and I hadn’t been there to help her celebrate. The implication being that more drinks were in order. What’s a man to do? Accommodate of course! I did have the good sense to bill out (as paying the tab is called here) and catch the raft back to shore. How much did all that fun cost? Just under $40, including tip. And that makes me a big spender. I love this country!

Heading back up the highway towards home I passed Roseanne, who “runs” Queen Victoria, on the street. She asked me where I’d been and I said the Arizona floater, and kept on walking. I had high hopes that Queen Victoria would live up to its potential but alas, it was not to be. Roseanne is a big part of the problem. She is very cute and pretty sweet but otherwise clueless. Her boyfriend owns the bar, but he’s back in the UK. He’d hired Fei, a Hash friend, to manage the place in his absence and she was making some progress in making the bar viable. But apparently, Roseanne didn’t like not being the top dog and ran Fei off. Now, why is any of that my business? It’s not, my business as a customer is drinking beer. And I was a pretty regular customer for Queen Victoria. Last Thursday night they ran out of my preferred beverage, San Miguel Zero (a low carb, low alcohol blend). I popped in Friday night and they were still out, so I went somewhere else. When I came back Saturday and they still had zero Zero, I asked what the problem was and Roseanne just shrugged and said “out of stock”. I told her that was bullshit, every other bar in town has it. And made a point of saying I’d be going to one of those other bars from now on.

And so I have. Apparently, without Fei around no one can be bothered to order supplies. Oh, at the Hash on Monday I asked the Secretary if we’d be going back to Queen Victoria for our on-home. He said we were scheduled to go back next month. I told him good luck without Fei there. He was surprised by that news and said, nope we won’t be back in that case.

Anyway, as I passed by Cheap Charlies I decided to head on up for some more liquid refreshment. I got a good seat with the highway view I prefer and ordered up. Maya, one of my longtime favorites, came over and said she was sorry again. I told her there was nothing to be sorry about, I was just done with buying her drinks. Shocking? Well, you know I understand how it all works. The girls are good at making you feel special, but in reality, you are just another customer. I get that. But I’ve known Maya for over a year and have gotten to feel somewhat close to her. Even helped her out once financially (a very small amount) and we are Facebook friends, for whatever that’s worth. It’s not worth much apparently.

I’m in the bar alone on New Year’s Eve. That’s kind of depressing. The place was packed and the girls were all busy with customers. That’s fine by me, I’m very content having someone else pay for drinks. A couple of my regulars came by to greet me, which I appreciated. Just before I was finishing my last beer, Lovely came and sat with me which was sweet of her. I asked if Maya was off and got a funny look, and she nodded towards the bar. Where Maya was sitting directly behind me. I turned around and Maya just shrugged. So. At that moment I realized what a farce our “friendship” had been. No greeting, no Happy New Year, no nothing. I wasn’t mad or anything, I just felt like a sucker. Hurt my feelings a little too.

So, I’m just not playing the game with her anymore. No big deal. No hard feelings, in fact, no feelings towards her whatsoever. She needs to up her game to keep guys like me on the hook.

Do those last two stories make me seem petty and mean? I hope not. I’m all about having a good time. And when something spoils my good time (no Zero or no kindness) I look for a good time elsewhere. It’s that simple.

But back to last night at Cheap Charlies. I wasn’t buying lady drinks, but I did see Rica, an old friend from dart league on the other side of the bar and I gave her a wave. She came over and joined me and brought her friend along. Her friend was Heidi. Wow! I wrote about her just one year ago. One of those rare women who just trip my triggers on a first meeting. I had high hopes but alas, they were dashed as those feelings were not mutual.

So, it’s not like I wasn’t aware of what Heidi had been up to, at least peripherally. You see not long after my hopes were crushed I heard through the rumor mill that she was dating Graham, the owner of Cheap Charlies. Of course, I thought of her after hearing about Graham’s massive stroke. By all accounts she was a devoted angel, staying right by his side during his hospitalization. Just confirmed what my instincts back when I met her had told me. She’s a good woman. Well, Graham is back in Scotland now and I don’t think anyone expects he’ll be back. I offered to buy Heidi a beer last night but she politely declined. In an odd quirk, I saw her again this morning when I was walking Baloy Beach. She smiled and hurried on her way. Oh well, I wish her nothing but the best of course.

That was enough of Cheap Charlies for one night. Caught a trike and headed on home. Cooked up some Brussel sprouts and toasted some garlic bread to go with my mushroom pork chops. They were as tender as can be and quite tasty. Some rocky road ice cream for dessert and in bed by 9:00 p.m.

And that’s how I was filling in time yesterday. I know I apologized in advance, but after re-reading this, I should probably say sorry again. I’ve often thought the primary value of this blog is reassuring readers that life could always be worse! I’m not complaining though, I’m doing what I please even if it doesn’t always please me!

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange–my youth.
–Sara Teasdale

Survived another Hash which these days isn’t necessarily a foregone conclusion. The run was way out in Calapadayan and Leech My Nuggets was the Hare. That could have been an especially bad combination. I was on the fence about doing the trail but in the end decided “fuck it, let’s go”.

The trail itself was almost moderate by Leech standards. There was a long and steady climb up, but it was only somewhat steep in places. The trail itself was not too long, only 5K or so. I did alright on the flats and downhill portions but was panting like a dog in heat all the way up. And moving almost painfully slow, even by my standards. Still, a couple of the older guys were struggling too so I wasn’t alone on the mountain which gave me some confidence or at least reassurance that I wouldn’t be dying alone up there.

After our after-Hash rituals, I took a Jeepney ride back to Barretto and called it an early night. I was exhausted. Not too exhausted to wake up a 0300 for a coughing fit though.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
And I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

UPDATE: Well, I’ve been doing better at not recycling post titles, but I see I used “I’m still standing” way back in February 2019. That was about an earthquake though.