Phoning it in

I led the group hike yesterday and we did about 7K up and over Black Rock, then roundabout back to Barretto. I was excited about doing the Black Rock hike because it has just about the best views from up top in the area and I wanted to give my new phone camera a tryout. The hike was great and the views were awesome on a sunny clear day. I took a shitload of photos but I won’t be posting any of them here. Here’s the convoluted story of why:

I mentioned that I bought a new phone. It’s a Samsung Galaxy A53. My old phone is an A50. I’d gone online to research which Samsung phone features the best camera. Of course, the best cameras are on the S-series phones, but they cost a thousand bucks. The review I read said the A52 had the best camera in the mid-price range. I went to the Samsung store at the mall and the salesman showed me an A52, but then pointed out that the A53 was this year’s upgrade of that model and it was on sale. Sold!

After the purchase, they helped me do the transfer of all my data, photos, and apps to the new phone. That went smoothly. Of course, the real pain in the ass was opening up my apps and programs on the new phone. Everything required a password and in a lot of cases it had been years and I couldn’t remember what some of those passwords might be. Well, the fix for that is the app will email me a code to insert in lieu of a password. I remembered my Google password, but not the one for my AOL account, so that upped the level of being a pain in the ass. But I eventually got everything functioning again on the new phone and I was good to go.

So, I did the hike, took my photos, came home. I’m going to donate my old phone to someone in need here, but first I had to delete all the data, apps, and photos there. Someone had shown me how to do the factory reset, and I set about doing it. The hitch came because Samsung required that I log in to my Samsung account before I could implement the delete function. Well, I didn’t even know that I had a Samsung account and none of the usual old passwords I tried were working. And when I tried the email recovery option, the emails from Samsung were in Hanguel–making them virtually unreadable to an ignoramus like me. So, I’m going back between my new and old phones–trying to respond to the emails on the one, and trying to implement the delete function on the other. And then somehow I finally got the delete function to work! And almost instantly noticed that I had mixed up the phones, both being the same size and feel, and had started the delete process on my new phone. And there was no way to stop it. Yeah, I’m that stupid. Probably karma for my mocking our demented President.

I was able to re-initiate the data transfer process from the old phone to the new one, just like I had done the day before. But alas, all those photos I had taken on the new phone were lost forever. This morning I successfully completed the deletion of data from the old phone and hopefully, that marks the end of the transition trauma.

You’ll have to Relive the hike without photos.

https://www.relive.cc/view/v8qkBjPek36
Nothing to see here, move along.

Going through all that crap with my phone put me behind schedule, so I didn’t bother with darts last evening. Instead, I went to It Doesn’t Matter and had a few cold ones to help me forget about my recent ordeal with the phone. My friend “Jenny” is heading down to Manila for her new job and I had promised her dinner before she departs. We agreed to meet at John Kim’s new place, so I moved my ass up the highway, climbed to the third floor, and waited for her there.

And here it is, the first picture from my new phone camera to be shared here at LTG:

Too much clutter, but the photo seems crisp enough. Especially considering the level of lighting available.

Jenny and I had a nice meal (can’t remember what she ate now, I had fish and chips), shared some banter (she gets my sense of humor!), and had a pleasant evening together. I drank beer, she had soju. I was crushing on her when we first met, but she has convinced me to back off, at least for now. I’m back in my living for the moment mode, so I’m comfortable saying we have no future. Still, nothing wrong with sharing some platonic time and a few laughs when circumstances allow.

The photo of my fish and chips didn’t come out well. Not sure if the blame is with the camera or the photographer. I still need to learn the various functions and settings on the phone cam. I know there is a food setting that maybe I should use more often. My guess is this didn’t come out though because I moved before the camera was done taking the shot in poor lighting.

Jenny and I left John’s place together and went home and went to bed. Well, she went to her home and I went to mine, but you know what I mean.

Up this morning and took care of the usual business. I did a street hike through Barretto and listened to music on my headphones. Not much worthy of a photograph anyway. Well, I did take a leaving the neighborhood shot:

That one came out alright I think.

I had ordered some stuff on Lazada (the Philippines version of Amazon) and for some reason had the foresight to leave some money with the helper “just in case”. And sure enough, when I got back from my hike, two of the items had arrived:

This is the one I’ve been waiting for. My old Fitbit Charge 4 was giving up the ghost. The battery wouldn’t hold a charge for 24 hours (supposed to last 3+ days) so it was getting to be a pain in the ass.

Best of all, I was able to set it up, sync it to my phone, and get it fully functioning without incident. Hey, let’s see Joe Biden do that!

And that’s pretty much all there is to say for now. Let me leave you with these important facts of life I came across on the internet (so you know they must be true!)

Until tomorrow then. Assuming tomorrow comes.

The ebb and flow of daily life

Sorry for the lack of posting yesterday. My good intentions were overridden by laziness unforeseen events. Anyway, here’s what’s been happening.

The construction behind my place continues. As far as I know, no one has died yet. Yes, that guy is standing on top the crane. The other is crawling across the beam. Neither has a safety harness. I guess OSHA doesn’t translate into Tagalog.

Started my Wednesday in the usual fashion, including a pleasant hike with the Wednesday Walkers group. Photos from that event later in this post. Home in time for a shower and a quick post here, but no nap. Then it was off to the dart league match being played at Queen Victoria.

It’s actually a pretty nice darts venue.
I did find one of the opposing players to be quite distracting. Sexy legs. I wonder what they lead to?

The lady in red told me her name is Cristina and that it was her twenty-first birthday. I asked one of the other waitresses if they were going to have a celebration later for her. Nope, nothing was planned, she responded. So, that didn’t seem right to me. After all, you are only 21 once. I sent one gal off to pick up a birthday cake and had another order a pizza. They partied while I played darts.

And now I have a new Facebook friend. Don’t worry, I’m not going there.

We wound up winning the dart match 9-4, although we should have done much better than that. Too many distractions–that’s my excuse! After darts I did a bit of a bar crawl, seeing Samantha at BarCelona and sharing a couple of drinks with her. I don’t expect that is going anywhere either. Popped into It Doesn’t Matter for a bit, then finished my night at Cheap Charlies. It was a long day for this old man.

This pretty well illustrates where things stand with me relationship-wise.
Oh, when I got home my helper told me a package had come in the mail for me.
Kevin Kim’s new book! Signed by the author and everything! Thanks again, Kevin! The rest of y’all can got to Amazon and buy your own damn copy!

And then it was Thursday. I didn’t do a hike. I took the morning off to prepare for my appointment with an Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist. The plan was for my helper to get there an hour before the doctor’s scheduled arrival at 2:00. She’d get me all signed up thereby reducing my wait time by having me near the front of the queue. Since my driver was picking us up at 12:30, I figured I’d spend some time at the mall. Why the mall? Well, my friend Joy needed a new phone and I was the sucker nice guy expected to provide it. Okay, I don’t mind helping a gal in need and I agreed, so no big deal. To her credit, she was happy with the cheapest decent phone available, about $150. And since we were there anyway, I did some shopping too.

I was looking to upgrade my camera and from the reviews I read, this phone has the best camera for a mid-range priced phone ($500.)

The shopping excursion took a little longer than planned and we had to rush back to Baypointe hospital so I didn’t miss my place in line to see the doctor. I wound up waiting about 30 minutes anyway. I scheduled the visit with ENT doc because I’ve had head congestion for the past three or four months and over-the-counter meds were having little to no effect. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the doctor’s office was that she was pretty damn hot. I like that in a physician! Makes the exam much less stressful. The first thing she asked me was “what brings you here today?” I responded, “I came in a car.” Yeah, I know. She laughed politely though, and then we got down to business. I described my symptoms and she had me move to an examination chair. She put on her face shield, grabbed a tube-like instrument, and stuck it up my nose. I guess it was some kind of microscope. Then she did the other nostril. She did a tsk, tsk, and said that’s the problem–Grade II nasal polyps. Now what, doc? She explained that once you reach the Grade II level, surgery may be required. In my case, since I have to take meds for high blood pressure and an enlarged prostate, she couldn’t give me the stronger drugs she would normally prescribe (steroid-like if I understood correctly). So, we are trying a two-week regimine of lower dose meds and if that doesn’t work I’ll need to schedule surgery. Out patient? No, it requires general anesthesia. Damn it! Lets hope the meds work. As pretty as she is, I don’t want her poking around in my nose with a scapel.

After the doctor’s visit, I took my driver, helper, and Joy out to lunch at the nearby Seoul restaurant.

Samgyeopsal…
…and bulgogi stew.

By the time we got back to Barretto it was already beer o’clock. Had my driver drop Joy off at her house and had him take me out to Baloy Beach. I started and ended my evening at McCoy’s.

The bar area was packed with Filipinos singing karaoke loudly and poorly, so my manager friend graciously offered me use of this nearby nipa hut. The folks in the hut next door were also singing, but oddly enough, having bad music on both sides seemed to cancel each other out. Or maybe I just went to my happy place in my mind.
The view from inside…
Watching the sun set.
How I filled the lonely hours.

And so ended another day in paradise. I had some more adventures today, but I’ll share those tomorrow. I need to head out for darts now.

Here’s the pics I promised from the Wednesday hike:

The path we walked. The white line shows the deviations some in our group took.
The said group of Wednesday Walkers.
Starting out in Alta Vista.
Into the wild.
Scott was our fearless leader for the day.
Yours truly trying to make his way.
An early view.
Yeah, I got some cookies in here.
Mountain top.
Looks like ANTIFA passed through here.
Scott in the grass.
The compound of my favorite mountain family. Chickens and goats galore, but no electricity.
Mountain mama Olivia and her granddaughter.
Some more cookie recipients.
Scott getting down.
And back on his feet.
More mountain dwellers.
Jim in view of Easter mountain.
On the trail.
Them too.
Mountain home.
Mountain view.
And now I am (finally!) done with this long ass post!

When one door closes…

…another door opens. Or so it has been said. I’d like to see the scientific data supporting that proposition though.

Anyway, on the way to do my grocery shopping yesterday, I had my driver drop my weekend guest off at the bus station so she could return to her life in Angeles City. She has subsequently been messaging things like she misses me and wants to come see me again. I haven’t been brutal in my responses, but I think I’ve made it clear those feelings are not mutual. Again, I think she is a good-hearted woman, just someone who is completely wrong for me. I made her cry her last night here with my bluntness, I wasn’t even angry, okay, maybe a tad rude and impatient, but nothing like my worst behavior. Anyway, trying to have a relationship with her would be a disaster for us both. Not sure what lessons I can take away from the experience, maybe something to do with selectivity.

I did share my insights on caring about someone who doesn’t care for you with “Jenny”. I told her I understood better how she must have felt with me trying to worm my way into her heart when she had no reciprocal feelings for me. She told me she was sorry I felt that way and that I misunderstood her. She said she thinks I’m a nice and caring man with a good sense of humor and that she enjoys my company. She just does not want to be in a relationship with a “white man” right now. Yeah, that’s how she put it. She explained that she has some personal goals she is working hard to achieve and it is important to her that she achieve them on her own. Having a white boyfriend would diminish whatever she accomplishes because people would assume I made it happen for her through financial support (all us foreigners are considered rich in the eyes of the Filipino community apparently). Whatever her reasons, I’m not gonna chase or beg for her time and attention. Maybe I’ll be here when she’s ready for a relationship, maybe I won’t.

I was surprised to hear from another former love of mine yesterday. Her engagement to a foreigner has ended (she didn’t say why, and I didn’t ask) and she inquired about me providing a work reference. I did and it appears she will indeed be hired. Happy about that. And yes, the thought did cross my mind about trying to rekindle that old flame. I’ve regretted maybe giving up too soon during our first go-round and with the benefit of hindsight and getting to know her better during our ensuing years of friendship, perhaps we could make a go of it this time. Way, way too soon for me to even consider acting on that possibility. I need to stand back and give her some space and time to make the transition back to singleness. I can think about it though and let my imagination run wild.

Am I asking too much?

Played darts last night and got knocked out early. First time in a long time we’ve had enough players for a doubles tournament. I’m not going to blame my partner for our poor performance though. Wait a minute, yes I am! Not that I cared. The blessing of an early defeat was that I had more time to do a bar crawl. I started at BarCelona and visited my new favorite waitress there, Samantha. Her only off-day is Wednesday and since my Wednesdays are whacked with hiking and dart league, I’m not sure what we are going to do to get to know one another better. We talked about doing a hike and perhaps we will next week. She works too late (midnight or later) to get together after quitting time. Maybe a lunch date prior to work would be possible. We’ll see.

After BarCelona, I dropped by The Green Room, hoping to see my friend Novi. She wasn’t around (I found out later she quit) so it was one beer and out for me.

Next stop was Alaska. I greeted the owner, Jerry, then took a seat. Three gals up on stage and not much else happening. Music is always good with Jerry as DJ though, so there was that. Still, no one I knew to talk to, so a couple of beers and I said my goodnight.

That’s how I was looking and feeling at Alaska.

It was nearly my bedtime (9 p.m.) but I decided to have one more for the road so I headed down to Queen Victoria.

The bar was featuring some drink specials. I’m sitting at the bar when another customer comes up and asks the bartender “what comes inside a wet pussy?”. He asked this in all seriousness and without irony. I’m thinking, dude, if you don’t know what to put in a wet pussy…

Queen Vic had a live band and they sounded surprisingly good. Also, some pretty hot waitresses who looked very thirsty, but I just wasn’t in the mood to engage. A couple of more beers and I called it a night.

Just before I went to bed, I got a message from the schoolteacher. I hadn’t heard from her in several days. As you may recall she got pissed because I didn’t respond to her messages fast enough. Anyway, I was too tired and drunk to deal with her last night. I’ll keep her in the queue notwithstanding some red flags she’s displayed.

That was my Tuesday. Did a nice hike this morning, and now it is time for dart league. I’m really tired, but I’ve got no choice, my teammates are relying on me. I’ve already announced that I’m not playing next season.

Finally, Facebook reminded me that today is the third anniversary of me acquiring my dog Lucky. Here’s how he looked when I brought him home that day:

Skinny and mangy he was back then.
And here is just now. He’s my Lucky boy!

It’s all good.

A country Hash

We did the Hash On-Home way out at the end of Rizal Extension. Almoranus has a lot up there, so we had a bit of an end-of-hike campout. Since I wasn’t sure what the food situation would be, I decided to chow down at Sit-n-Bull before we started the hike.

The Salisbury steak was on the specials menu…came with two sides. Of course, I went with beans and coleslaw...
And then it was time to Hash. Our “sane” group shortcutted the first 2K or so by riding the truck out to the valley. Then we did a pleasant enough walk on that flat and rarely dry ground, before beginning a moderately difficult climb up to the ridgeline. It was hot out which didn’t make life any easier.
Off we go!
Easy peasy so far.
The lowdown. Most of the rice fields were dry, thankfully.
Girls on trail.
Heading towards Easter mountain. Turned off before we got there though.
We took no off fence.
Not my kind of hangout, but at least it was shady.
Hup, two, three, four!
Leaving the flatness behind.
What an ass! Rumored to be 18 Kilos…
For the most part, it was a well-marked trail.
The first runner to overtake us head-starting, shortcutting, sane Hashers was Leech My Nuggetts. As usual.
The only water hazard we encountered.
On up!
A house in the wild. The kids here were too shy to accept my cookie offer. I guess they don’t see many white folks in these parts.
It wasn’t a steep up, just a meandering continuous climb.
More runners passing us slowsters by.
It was a woodsy trail for the most part which was a relief on a hot and sunny day.
The end is near for this weary Hasher.
Our campsite, courtesy of Almoranus (in the white pants).
Chillin’ out in the shade.
Grillin’ up some dogs.
My weekend guest, Sweet Hash Hole, hanging out with Black And Dick Her.
It ain’t camping without a fire, right?
Returning Hashers on the ice. It had been twenty years or so for Sweet Hash Hole.
I didn’t eat at the Hash, but did enjoy a nice bowl of chili when I returned home.

And that was pretty much how my Hash Monday went down. Said goodbye to my weekend guest this morning. More thoughts on that in tomorrow’s post. Got darts on tap for tonight.

Take it as it comes

It’s Hash Monday, so just a quick update before I hid out to hit the trail.

Day 2 of my entertaining an out-of-town guest. Nothing has changed, although I do think my post yesterday may have sounded harsher than I intended. She seems to be a kind and good-hearted woman, just not the one for me. My epiphany I suppose was coming to understand that “Jenny” probably feels about me the way I feel about my guest. Doesn’t matter how good the other person may be, if they aren’t connecting with you on an emotional level it ain’t gonna happen. That’s just the way it goes sometimes.

Anyway, my guest didn’t want to join me for my Sunday hike because it was “too hot”. Well, I’m used to walking alone, but here is some of what she missed:

The Matain river is loaded up with garbage just waiting for the first big rain to come and wash it all into the bay.
It had been quite some time since I walked through the Santa Monica subdivision. Not much had changed.
I passed through Easter mountain’s neighborhood too.
And finally, a shot from my street in Alta Vista just before arriving back home.

You can Relive it here if you have a hankering to do so.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vAOZDxW4Myq

Once back home, I had some time to kill before beer o’clock rolled around, so opened up my Netflix. She picked a movie called “Black Crab”. I guess it was okay and somewhat entertaining. Not sure I’ve watched a Swedish-made film before. Anyway, it killed a couple of hours so it served its purpose. Here’s the trailer if you want a taste:

For one of those “too much time on my hands” kind of days.

So, it was finally time to head out and I decided we’d walk to John’s place for food and beers.

The enchiladas are excellent but damn, spicy enough to leave a tingle in my mouth. I’m not criticizing, that’s probably authentic. Most places serve them so bland you wouldn’t know it’s supposed to be Mexican.
You can never go wrong with John’s bulgogi. I’d add some of those string mushrooms they use in Korea, but that’s just me. No complaints.
The bar portion of John’s is on the third floor. I enjoyed the view of watching the sun go down while downing my beers from up there.

Wound up staying at John’s until it was time to head back home for my 9 p.m. bedtime.

Up early this morning as usual. My guest did join me for the dog walk.

One of the morning views I always enjoy.

Came home and put together the ingredients for some chili in the crockpot.

Should make for a nice after-Hash meal this evening, along with the cornbread muffins I baked.

And there’s a snapshot of my life here in the Philippines. Don’t be too jealous! Facebook sent me a reminder of how life was four years ago in Pyeongtaek.

Perhaps I’m just as lonely but I have a better attitude about it now.

I really am making progress. This weekend was a good reminder to not settle for less than what I want. I’ll be just fine alone if that is what it comes down to.

Nope, ain’t gonna happen.

Not a single trigger was tripped by my out-of-town visitor. Unless getting frustrated and irritated counts. She really doesn’t look anything like her pictures either, not that looks are the most important feature. Communication is a crapshoot as well. She doesn’t get my humor and I can’t understand what she is saying half the time. Even the sex was disappointing. Now, I have two days to fill with my new “friend” before she returns home. Wish me luck!

We had dinner beachside at Mango’s. This random young woman I watched from my perch reminded me of what I had been hoping for. Thanks for noting Date in Asia!
Some roads wind up leading nowhere. But until you explore them, you never know.

In a rather bizarre turn of events, the schoolteacher I’ve been chatting with got pissed because I didn’t promptly respond to her messages last night. I had told her I was going to be busy this weekend, but I guess I’m supposed to be at her beck and call 24/7. Glad she showed me this side of who she is before I wasted more time.

Looks like I’m on a roll. There’s a word we say here in the Philippines when you encounter this kind of situation. “Next!”

It’s been as hot as I can remember these past few days. I came across a picture that illustrates why:

Well, it will be rainy season soon enough. Then I’ll have something else to complain about.

Anyway, wish me luck getting through the next couple of days. Another example of “there are worse things than being alone.”

There comes a time

Comes a time
when you're driftin'
Comes a time
when you settle down
Comes a light
feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby
right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

A time for what, I’m not so sure about. But does it even matter? I’m enjoying the ride as best I can and I reckon that’s good enough for as long as this ride of life might last.

I never sausage a hike like we had yesterday up in the mountains of Cawag, a remote barangay of Subic. Hiked up there once before a year or so ago but this time our group had a sausage cookout after the hike. And a refreshing swim mid-hike. I’d call that a good start to the day. Pictures to follow later in this post.

I skipped out on darts last night and had some beers at BarCelona instead.

Where I watched the full moon rising up over the Kalaklan ridge.

Kira, my favorite BarCelona waitress, was looking particularly stunning last night. Alas, nothing has changed her mind regarding her lack of interest in me since my last visit. I was a little surprised though when she brought over another waitress and introduced her by saying, “she needs a boyfriend”. Alright then. Nice to meet you too, Samantha.

I did get a chance to chat a bit with Sam. She is 30 years old, widowed for three, with two kids. She started working at BarCelona a couple of weeks ago. Said it was her first time waitressing but she needed the money to support her kids. She is cute enough but I didn’t feel a strong physical attraction right away. Maybe that’s a good thing. What’s inside is much more important anyway. Still, I was ambivalent towards her until she approached me later and invited me to go on a hike with her near where she lives in Subic. Now, that’s showing initiative! So, we are connected on messenger now and I’m looking forward to arranging a date with her soon

My weekend date hasn’t arrived from Angeles yet, but I’m hoping we’ll hit it off. I’m actually looking forward to bringing her to the Hash for her first appearance in 20 years or so. Welcome back, Sweet Hash Hole!

The other gal I’m regularly chatting with these days is the school teacher from Olongapo. I’m not sure what, if anything, we may have in common but I suppose I’ll try and find out. We have tentative plans for meeting up next weekend.

Whew! Not bad for an old fucker, eh?

That’s me at 21 trying to calculate all the women I would spend quality time with over the course of a lifetime. Four marriages and fifteen loves. So far!

Speaking of the Hash, I came across this Venn diagram that does a good job explaining what we are all about:

Yep, that’s the sweet spot!

Alrighty then, to those photos from yesterday’s hike/cookout:

A goodly long ride out to Cawag, home to the defunct, but recently purchased Hanjin shipyard. Our trails were there and back again type. The green, longer and steeper and 10K, the pink a more moderate 7K hike.
Getting loaded. We had a much bigger than expected turnout. Several folks drove their own vehicles to provide additional capacity.
En route.
Heading out and up.
Shyrel hands out school supplies for the kiddies.
Max on the “easy” trail.
Ed on the high trail.
Getting there is half the fun. Or all of it, depending on your outlook.
A view.
Enjoying the view. Oh yeah, I forgot to bring my trekking stick (Let’s Go, Brandon!) so had to improvise. The bamboo worked well enough to get me through the day.
We came, we saw, we took photos!
Martin in the mud.
The water hole.
Crossing the water hole.
A mid-hike swim in the water hole was a nice change of pace.
Mountain views.
A waterfall.
Onward they march!
I had the biggest tits there!
Headed back to camp.
Time to chill out.
Brats on the grill.
The neighborhood kids were intrigued by the foreigner invasion. We placated them with cookies and candy.
Hanging out at the campsite.
Heading out after a good day in the countryside.

Sometimes when you are living in the best of times you need to not take all the good for granted. I’m a lucky man!

Yeah, he’s a leftist cunt. I like the music, not the man.

Pair a dice

I guess I’m on a roll. But anyway, I’m more accepting lately of the way things are and I’m willing to just make the best of what may well prove to be a loveless life. Looking at things from a more positive perspective it might just be that I’m in for a lot of fun to come. Maybe starting tomorrow when Thalia comes to visit from Angeles. A few days ago I had mixed feelings about hooking up with a virtual stranger, now I am all “bring it on, and let’s see what happens.” Since I have no real expectations it’s gonna be damned hard to disappoint me, right?

I posted this a couple of days ago here and also on Facebook.

Most of the commenters there gave a one-word response and the majority said “freedom”. My friend Jeremy (yeah, the guy who was recently released after serving six years in a Korean prison) had this to say:

I'd call it too much time on your hands to think about the wrong kind of stupid ass philosophical questions that are causing you to feel sorry for yourself and force you into a state of self-induced misery.

When you hang out with twenty-year old women, you can't expect true intimate companionship. You can buy it, and the more money that you have, the more they'll pretend that they love you. A woman's age and a man's wealth are inversely proportional and conducive to the happiness of the other.

If you call it freedom, you'll feel liberated. If you call it loneliness, you'll feel depressed. That's how the mind works. You have to send positive thoughts into your mind so that you can have positive emotions. In doing so, others will sense those positive vibes. However, the reverse is also true.

It's also important to have a good group of friends. If youre always talking about the good ole days and times gone by, then all that'll do is cause you to feel depressed because nostalgia is a motherfucker. It's not your friend. It always paints the prettiest picture of even the shittiest situations because the mind doesnt like negativity. The body doesnt like it, either. It doesnt perform its functions as well when it's in a negative state - mental, physical, spiritual, or emotional.

If you want companionship, John, then you need to find somebody your own age. If you want somebody to fuck, then youre going to have to pay for it, especially in the Philippines. Of course, you could always try the traditional courting methods of the Filipinos to see if they started showing interest or the family would accept the relationship.

With love ❤

That bitch-slap had a familiar ring to it, as commenters here have told me the same thing more than once. Some have even given up, considering me a lost cause. Well, as long as I am breathing there is still hope I’ll wise up I suppose. And as I said above, I really am trying to embrace a new “I don’t give a shit, let’s see what happens” attitude. And two of the women in my dating queue are also in their 40s, so we’ll see if I can erect something of substance with one of them.

Oh, and Jeremy also provided this link to courtship customs in the Philippines. Maybe this old dog needs new tricks!

Otherwise, it is just more of the same around here. I did one of my standard street walks yesterday. Nothing really special, but you can Relive it if you choose.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vrqDA4mBMLv

Highlights on the walk did include my favorite view from my street here in Alta Vista:

Paradise indeed!

I also ran into “mama” taking a nap in front of a closed business:

A big smile and an “I love you, papa”. Does it get any better than that?

And near the end of my hike I popped into Sit-n-Bull for a quick lunch:

Hard to go wrong with the French dip.

Last night I watched the sun go down from my perch at Cheap Charlies:

Am I lucky or what?

And my company was bought and paid for with the price of a couple of lady drinks.

No need to be lonely in this town. Embrace the meaninglessness!

So yeah, I’m going to be just fine. Can’t wait to find out what happens next.

Let there be light

Or more importantly, let there be fans!

A power outage at oh-dark-thirty. I woke up a sweaty mess with no way to escape the heat. Best I could do was open the patio door and catch what breeze I could by laying on the couch. Power was finally restored at 0300 but by then any hope for a sound sleep was dashed. Oh well, that’s the way it goes sometimes.

I was also pretty much powerless earlier in the afternoon, contributing my fair share to an embarrassing 10-3 loss in dart league. Yeah, we were playing the first-place team but we’re in second and thought we might have a chance to move up. Nope, not this time.

After darts, I walked down the beach to McCoy’s and did some more beer drinking. Ran into a female Hasher I know there and she asked when I was going to take her home with me. Hmm. Not tonight, I told her. I was more in the mood to drink than I was to fuck, which tells you all you need to know about my state of mind. Later on, I did meet up with another gal I’m friends with. We sang some songs together at videoke and she professed to have had a good time. See, I may be lonely, but I’m not alone. Trying to get better at embracing the positives in my life.

Speaking of which, I always try to check that I haven’t used a post title previously. When doing so, sometimes I look at an old post to see what I was up to back in the day. I saw this one today from June 2005 and I was thinking “damn, not much has changed.” Still, got to re-read an Easter meditation from Kevin Kim that was one of the triggers that made me a devoted reader of his blog for all these years. And even if I haven’t “put it down” all that successfully, my life has been an interesting journey since that time. I really do believe I’m going to get back in the flow of things here soon. It may not always be the life I wanted, but it’s the life I’ve got and I ought to be glad to have it.

That’s as good a lead-in for yesterday’s Wednesday Walkers group gathering as any I suppose. We took a Jeepney into Olongapo, climbed up to the ridgeline, took some seldom used paths, and made a fine morning of it. Pictures tell the story better than I can, so here you go:

Up, over, across, and down again.
Our group.
Let the climbing begin.
On up.
And up some more.
Almost to the top.
At least she has a roof over her head. Such as it is.
Cookie time!
Catching our breath up top.
Hiking the ridgeline…
Olongapo City on one side…
And a bay view on the other.
Taking in the view.
Crossing the hillside diagonally was tougher than I expected.
Always felt out of kilter somehow.
But we finally made it to the Great Wall of Barretto!
Jim standing tall on the wall.
Time to head back down to our little town.
It was a steep motherfucker.
There’s your Easter mountain shot…
Standing around on the way down.
It was thirsty work on a hot day.
Kids climbing trees. I’m impressed.
Jim petting a carabao. I don’t know, it looks pretty horny to me.
Almost to the bottom…
The climb down was pretty tiring.

And that was my Wednesday. I’ve had worse. I’ll have better.

Magnetism

Although in my case, it seems to repel rather than attract. It appears my efforts to entice “Jenny” into getting to know me better have been fruitless. Well, if she ain’t interested there’s nothing I can do except keep moving on. Disappointing though, she was someone I would have enjoyed spending time with.

Why do memes always seem to have such bad punctuation? But the point still comes through. If you don’t want me, go away. I’m not going to chase you.

I’m not sure what happens next. The gal I invited to the Hash didn’t show and hasn’t responded to my messages, so fuck her. Er, I guess I won’t be fucking her, but you know what I mean. Last night I was teasing the gal at Alley Cats I was jonesing for last summer, but it seems clear that I am just a customer to her. That’s fine. Then there is a school teacher from Olongapo I got introduced to last week. She’s been chatting me up some on messenger, but I’m just not feeling any real attraction from my end. I guess the biggest potential thing on the horizon is this gal I “met” on the Date in Asia site. She lives in Angeles (works in a call center, not a bar). In her early 40s with two grown kids. The most interesting thing about her so far is that 20 years ago or so she used to Hash here in Subic. Her Hash name is Sweet Hash Hole. Anyway, she wants to come back for a Hash and may do so this weekend. Of course, she plans on staying with me. I’m not totally comfortable with that since we’ve never met in person, but damn, I’ve been on such a losing streak lately I didn’t want to say no. I’m thinking if we don’t click I’ll just rent her a hotel room for the weekend.

She sounds just like Whitney Houston. Oh, wait.

We’ll see what happens.

I may not be winning in the game of love, but my darts are flying okay. At least they did last night.

Filling in the hours, however comfortably and well.

Speaking of magnets, I received some in the mail from my friend, Maria, who created the designs from photos she found on the blog. Yep, she’s a regular reader here and comments as BW.

Nicely done, aren’t they?
This one of the boys is my favorite.

And then there is this haunting photo underscoring the pain and loss that comes with a failed relationship:

Ouch. Yep, that’s me and the ex. Damn, I miss her.

Good job, Maria. Thank you again.

Good hard hike this morning, now it’s time to get ready for dart league. See you back here tomorrow!

Hareless Hash

Well, technically we had Hares, just not the one who was scheduled to be here. Slimey Limey (aka Wild Wolf) is probably one of the best-known Hashers in the PI, if not all of Asia. He was doing a Hash in Angeles on Sunday and then coming here to do our trail yesterday. Apparently, the Bureau of Immigration had other ideas. The Corona Hash circle was raided and Slimey was taken away in handcuffs. I don’t envy him, I heard the lockup where they keep immigration violators is a real hellhole. God only knows how long they will hold him there before actually processing his deportation. And no, I don’t have the details about how he ran afoul of the law. He had talked about losing a court case in a property dispute and that deportation proceedings were taking place a year or so ago, but it seems the resolution was not in his favor. Really a shame because he’s a great guy. I wish him good luck in a future that will not include his beloved Philippines.

When the news reached Barretto, two of our Hashers (Demolition Derby and Blow My Pipe) stepped up and went out Monday morning to lay a trail. Given the circumstances, they did a great job. A lot of the turf has been frequently Hashed, but they did manage to add a couple of twists and turns that were unusual. Well done, gents.

The improvised trail. The white lines are the modifications unilaterally imposed by us sane Hashers (basically eliminating a down and up and taking a less steep path down near the end).
Gathering up at the VFW.
And we are On-On!
The back alleys of Barretto.
Marching through the ‘hood.
Beginning the first climb of the day.
The climb was somewhat tiring…
I’ve hiked this path before so I guess that makes it a retread.
A hole-in-the-wall kind of place.
A respite up top.
Greetings, Hashers!
What goes up must come down.
And so we did.
Look out below!
And we all came down.
Watch your step!
We had a lot of visiting Hashers this week. That sweet young thing in front of me is from Puerto Galera.
We came. We saw. We Hashed.
Marching across this rice paddy was one of the unusual twists on our trail. There’s only a couple of months out the year you can cross here with dry feet.
A moment of solitude.
No rice is nice!
Back On-Home at Da’Kudos
Circle Up!
Gash on ice.
And the sun goes down on another Hash Monday.

I had invited a lady friend to join us at the Hash but she was a no-show. When the Hash ended, I walked up the beach to McCoy’s and got drunk(er) alone. Even sang “Crazy” by Patsy Cline on the videoke machine. Yeah, that’s how bad off I was. I really need to get my shit together and not let these Filipinas continue to disappoint me. Hey, it’s their loss, right?

Sunday no Funday

Yep, one of those kind of days. Things got off to a crappy start around 1 a.m. when I woke up with a toothache. Well, not exactly a toothache–the pain seemed to be emanating from the hole left behind when I had a tooth pulled a couple of years ago. Got up and took some aspirin and was eventually able to fall back to sleep.

Then, a little after 3 a.m. I was again awakened; this time by my window blinds tapping against the glass. It seems my fan was positioned in such a way that the wind it generated was hitting the blinds and creating enough noise to be irksome.

The culprit fan.

So, to eliminate the noise I sleepily reached out intending to turn the fan away from the window. It didn’t end well.

Somehow, my pinky finger went through the fan cover screen and whacked my intruding appendage. Hurt a lot worse than it looks. Bled a lot too.

Needless to say, there was no more sleep for me that night. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but I felt like shit all day yesterday. After doing my dog walk, I didn’t have the energy to do my regular walk. I decided I’d walk in the afternoon instead, so I took a nap. The afternoon came and went and all I accomplished was another nap. I had promised a friend I’d take her to see the Central Park Reef hotel rooftop restaurant/pool area. I maybe should have canceled but didn’t want to disappoint her. She also needed some gas money (yeah, gasoline prices have gone through the roof here too) so I felt obligated to show up.

I got there a little early so snapped a couple of photos.

Another beautiful afternoon on the bay.
I even managed to catch a glimpse of Easter mountain off in the distance.

My guest arrived and was very delighted with the views from the rooftop. We had some beers and I ordered a couple of appetizers. She had forewarned me that because she has work early in the morning she wouldn’t be spending the night with me. That was fine with me, I wasn’t in the mood for sex anyway. See? I told you I wasn’t feeling well! And actually, I’d like to stay focused on getting Jenny to give me a try. My friend last night is not a long-term option.

And then the band started playing. Maybe because it was Sunday it wasn’t that loud ass out-of-tune rock music, instead, they played a set of folk songs. Even more surprisingly, they played well and the vocal harmonies were outstanding. I rarely enjoy live performances by amateur groups, but these guys were quite pleasant. After their first set, they left the stage and came around to the individual tables to play. When they got to ours I told them they reminded me of Peter, Paul, and Mary (even though they were all guys). Without further prompting they broke into Puff the Magic Dragon, and did a nice job with it.

Enjoyed it, guys!

I was fading fast so I said it was time to go. My guest insisted on driving me home. As we were leaving, “Jenny” came walking in with some guy. That was weird on many levels. I think she was just as surprised as I was. Anyway, we chatted later and it’s all cool. I hope.

A good night’s sleep and I am feeling 82% better this morning. That’s a good thing because it is Hash Monday. Hope I’m up for it.

As seen on my morning dog walk. It looks like it is going to be a fine day.
I treated myself to breakfast at Sit-n-Bull this morning. As usual, it was excellent. I was also pleasantly surprised when Jenny agreed to join me. Progress!

And that brings y’all up to date on my so-called life. Boring as it may be to read about, I’m not complaining. Much.

I have the freedom to be lonely!

Best of all possible worlds

Spent a very nice day yesterday at the lovely Sampaloc Cove. I went with my old Treasure Island friends and also invited “Jenny” along with us. This was my third visit to Sampaloc, but the first time I did the relatively easy hike up to some very nice waterfalls. We had a nice lunch on the beach, the girls all swam, and it was a relaxing chill-out afternoon.

The boat ride was longer than I remembered, about an hour and a half. Our destination is outside the bay around that point of land at the top left of this photo.
A sure-footed crew member.
Jenny’s perch.
Passing by Baloy Beach.
A rocky coastline.
Around that bend, we will be in the South China Sea and near our destination.
Our boat and all passengers have now safely anchored at Sampaloc Cove.
Looking up the beach…
...and down the beach.
Our nipa hut for the day. 1300 pesos ($26.) including the entry fee. The Aeta natives support themselves with revenue generated by tourist visits like ours. Glad to be of help.
The girls all wanted buko (coconut) juice when we arrived.
Grilling up some meat for lunch…
My pal Kat (Katrina), one of the waitresses I met at Treasure Island when I moved here almost four years ago.
And Jessa, another TI girl. We had a failed romance back in 2020, but have maintained a friendship since then. She is happily engaged now.
Jessa, Roann, and Mylene.
Kat posing on the beach.
Me posing on the beach…
A room in the trees. I guess some folks stay overnight here, but with no electricity and no internet, I’d probably not enjoy it.
This restroom was real pigsty…
Hiking out to the falls…
The lower falls.
The upper falls featured this nice swimming hole.
Lounging by the waterside.
Jenny in the water.
Jenny on the beach.
Our Aeta tour guide.
Loaded up for the trip back to Barretto.
On the water near the end of a pleasant day.
It was nice spending some quality time with this woman.
Homeward bound.

Perhaps I’m living in the best of all possible worlds after all.

Cause there's still a lotta drinks that I ain't drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk, oh yeah
Lord there's still so many lonely girls 
In this best of all possible worlds

After the falls

Another early morning post here because I’ve got big plans for the day–I’ve hired a boat to take me and a group of friends out to Sempoloc cove, a secluded area accessible only by water outside the bay. More on that tomorrow.

Yesterday’s big event was a hike out to Balon Falls, on the far side of Subic town. Hadn’t been out that way for well over a year, so it felt almost new again. Let’s tell the story through pictures, shall we?

The falls, around the mountain, and through an Aeta (native people) village.
We used the Hashmobile as our mode of transport. Uncomfortable, but convenient.
Let’s roll!
Only in the Philippines…we had to detour around the rice dryer (aka paved road) to reach our destination.
Parked, off-loaded, and ready to hit the trail!
The first of several water crossings. Yep, more wet feet. You could technically dance across on rocks, but one misstep, and you are soaked. Why risk it?
Let’s march single file!
Jesus, look at that belly. Me loves the beer a bit too much these days.
On the rocks.
Um, yeah. Those are these famous Balon Falls behind Shyrel.
It’s dry season, so not much water to “fall” down the rocks.
We came, we saw, we marched on!
I guess I’m not woke enough to know what they mean by a “diversified farm”, but at least we were welcome.
He wasn’t real friendly.
Some farm folk.
Another water crossing.
Much better to walk around than over this hilltop.
Taking in the view.
Some of the locals we encountered. Shyrel is handing out school supplies to the kids.
Another remote farmhouse.
A group shot.
Cookie time!
Yeah, way out there in the back Easter mountain is hiding in the haze.
More water to maneuver over.
Keep on walkin’!
“Jenny” in the jungle.
Jenny in the woods.
Jenny on the road. Yes, I’m growing rather fond of her.
Village life.
A gathering of like-minded individuals.
Road work.
Walking the carabao.
This guy popped out of the woods carrying two just-harvested papayas. The girls promptly purchased them from him, making all involved happy..
Laundry day.
I hadn’t been here in over a year, but I apparently made some kind of impression. Good or bad I can’t tell from this rendering.
Headed back to the truck.
Loaded up and heading back to Barretto.

That was the best part of the day. I felt like shit later in the afternoon but went to darts anyway. Played like shit, got eliminated, came home, and went to bed at 8:00 p.m.!

Better this morning, up at 3:30 and preparing for my big day on the ocean.

Brownies and blueberry muffins baked and ready to go. Also bringing sausages to grill up for lunch.

Looking forward to a nice change of pace. See y’all here tomorrow!

It’s electric!

I’ve got the power. At least until 0800 when a scheduled shutdown of the electricity in this neck of the woods kicks off. Supposed to last until 4 p.m. so I reckon I’d best get this post done while I can. Oh, and when I don’t have power I don’t have water. Unlike my previous residence, my water here is pumped up from a storage tank in the basement. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get a shower in sometime after this morning’s hike and before darts this evening. Isn’t my life a thrill a minute?

Here’s a quick recap of my yesterday.

I baked up a batch of banana walnut muffins for breakfast. I shared some with “Jenny” and she was impressed that I could bake. I didn’t want to disappoint her by admitting Betty Crocker gave me an assist.
Speaking of Jenny, here she is waiting for me to arrive on the highway so we could commence with our hike together.
But first, we popped into 7/11 so she could have her morning coffee as we hiked.
Flowers on the trail. Oh, in case you are wondering, Jenny is 4’11” tall.
This little piggie went to market… Well, not so little.
Was surprised to see this newly constructed barbershop smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
On the backside of our hike.
Jenny talked some about joining the annual Hash climb of Easter mountain.
Heading to my house for a burrito lunch.
One of my standard walks, just done in reverse. Also, that time is about 30 minutes long–I forgot to turn off the tracker when I got home.

Relive the hike here if you want.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vXOdYZoQLk6

Jenny will be joining this morning’s group hike as well. Looking forward to that.

The other “big” happening in my day was the “introduction” to Ruchilyn, a school teacher looking for a boyfriend. Suffice to say, she is still looking. We had a nice dinner (pork chops and roast chicken) but not much chemistry. She seems nice enough and we are Facebook friends now, but I don’t expect it will go any further than that.

Home early and in bed by 9 p.m. again. What a life!

So many beaches, so little time

I was once again tasked with leading the Wednesday Walkers group hike yesterday. Honestly, it is challenging to think of a trail we all haven’t done recently. That’s one of the downsides of group hikes three days a week I suppose. I’m not familiar enough with the out-of-town areas to try and get that creative, so I settled on doing a beach walk to the old Navy base, then a climb up the Kalaklan ridgeline, and coming back down into Barretto. It had been over a year since I’d personally tried the beach walk and some things have changed. Twice we had to wade across small rivers where they emptied into the bay, and once we had to go into the water to get around a recently constructed fence. Other than that it was rather pleasant to see the beaches outside of Barretto. Then ridgeline is always a pain in the ass to climb, but we took the path that is easiest among difficult choices. All in, we did 8K and my hike mates seemed to have enjoyed it. Mission accomplished. Pictures later in this post.

The remainder of the day was also filled with fun and a dash of excitement. Well, maybe fun is an overstatement, but the hours got filled and that’s what it is all about, right? Started with our dart league match against Blue Butterfly bar. We won 12-1 but I wasn’t happy with my performance. I was involved in our one defeat and it is ridiculous how poorly I threw. I take full responsibility. We are playing the #1 team in the league next week and all of us are going to have to throw a hell of a lot better than we did yesterday.

“Jenny” didn’t show up to watch me play, which was disappointing. She was drinking with her neighbors at a resort hotel on Baloy and invited me to join in but after an afternoon of beers, I just wasn’t feeling it. No problem though, she joined me this morning for a very nice walk, then came over to my place for a burrito lunch. She really is a special woman, but we are taking things very slowly and that’s fine too.

Then I got a surprise message from Novi, a gal I had met last year when she worked at BarCelona. Actually, she quit the day after we met and although we remained Facebook friends, we never interacted. Last night she said she had started working again at a bar called The Green Room (located on the ground floor under BarCelona) and hoped I’d come to visit. Having nothing else to do, I popped in. It was good to see her again and I remembered why I had liked her that night I had met her long ago. We shared some drinks and laughs, and pizza. It was a good time. Oh, and she wants to go to the Hash on Monday. I guess we’ll see how serious she is about that soon enough.

She’s cuter in real life…

One of my former friends with benefits wanted to come over this afternoon to give me a “massage”, but I told her I wasn’t interested. I’m really not wanting to get back in that mode where I pay for intimacy.

I previously agreed to meet with an acquaintance who wants to introduce me to her schoolteacher friend. I’m kind of regretting it now because I’m a little bit uncomfortable with the idea of crushing someone’s expectations. Yeah, I don’t currently have a girlfriend and unless this new woman (I’m not sure of her age, but her kids are grown) is an angel sent to rescue my lost soul and heal my broken heart, I’m probably going to take a pass. I made it clear in my message to her friend that this is a “meet, greet, and eat” event, nothing more.

I don’t know, maybe it’s good to have options. It’s hard to go all-in with Jenny when she’s been pretty adamant that she’s not willing yet to take the plunge with me. Still, I enjoy her company and don’t want to fuck up a budding friendship by getting distracted with other women.

Yeah, look at me. Suddenly, I’m seemingly popular with the ladies. I’m going to take it slow and easy and just wait to see what happens next.

To the Wednesday Walkers photos then:

This week’s iteration of our group.
Standing on the beach.
We are heading all the way around to where the ridge exits the picture frame on the right.
On the beach.
Where the river meets the bay resulted in our first wet feet of the day. No other option but to wade across.
Life’s a beach.
Sunny beaches.
Then things got a little rocky.
But we overcame the obstacle.
No more beach and more wet feet.
Leaving the beach behind us.
Making our way up to Kalaklan ridge.
One of the finer homes in this village.
Looking back at the beach we traveled.
Hello, Olongapo City!
“Are you down taking pictures now? We came to hike, not wait on you!” Sorry, guys!
Heading back down to Barretto.
Rehydration at Dynamite Dick’s. That’s Dick in the middle.

Feel free to Relive it here:

https://www.relive.cc/view/vNOPoBWzWYv

All in all it was a good day. Better than most in fact. More about today, tomorrow.

Girlfriend shopping

Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then—
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.
It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains;
It is the things we have that go.”
–Sara Teasdale

Yeah, I’m still missing my ex-girlfriend. I think about her all the time and hope she is happy. Meanwhile, life goes on and I need to make the best of it. “Jenny” went grocery shopping at Royal with me yesterday. I was prepared to let her fill a basket at my expense, but she just picked up a couple of things and didn’t want me to pay for them. I insisted though. I really do enjoy her company, but she’s made it clear that she is not looking for a relationship right now, always emphasizing that we are just friends. Okay. I can always use a friend.

Jenny did come home with me after shopping and made a drink that consists of coffee and vanilla ice cream. Can’t remember what it is called, but sounds like avocado. Might be French. We sat out on the back deck and enjoyed the view while we had our drink. She’s just accepted a new job as an online recruiter so had to cancel her planned trip to Germany. Said she might take an alternative vacation in Thailand. “Alone?”, I asked. She said she almost always travels alone and talked about backpacking in Cambodia by herself. I admit I was quite impressed and told her I respected her courage in doing so. She shrugged like it was no big deal. Good for her!

I told Jenny again that I’m out every night and I would love for her to join me anytime she wants. She said she might, but next time it was her turn to pay. I told her that wasn’t necessary but she said wanted to repay my kindness. I looked at her and smiled and she said, “It is still too soon for that.” I burst out laughing and said, “oh shit, you can read my mind!”. She laughed too and said it was pretty obvious what I was thinking. Still, I’m glad we are on the same wavelength even if she is unwilling to take it to the next level. Yet.

We finished our drinks and I walked Jenny out of the neighborhood. I told her I have dart league this afternoon and she said she might come by and cheer for me. I hope she does, I’d love that. This may be going nowhere, but at least it helps me stop thinking about my last love. We’ll see what happens next. If anything.

Speaking of darts, I was shit in the tourney last night. Once I was eliminated I decided to change my venue. So I made my way down to Wet Spot. Was surprised to see a large crowd on a Tuesday night, it looks like the tourists have indeed returned. And maybe not so coincidentally, the girls were dancing on stage again. First time I’d seen that since the scamdemic started. Perhaps things really are getting back to normal.

The waitress from Sit-n-Bull came by and I was feeling a little hungry so I ordered up a pizza. Yeah, I got Hawaiian with pineapple. I knew I’d be sharing and the Filipinas love this one. Sue me.
My “regular” Wet Spot girl wasn’t working, so I had my waitress join me for dinner and a drink. Nice to meet you, Grace. There was plenty of pizza left for the other girls to enjoy too.

After a couple of beers at Wet Spot, I made my way home via trike. Was in bed by 9 p.m. Up this morning at 4 a.m. Yep, I am back on my “lonely old man with no girlfriend” schedule once again. Oh well, there are worse fates I suppose.

An interesting morning hike with the Wednesday Walkers this morning. I will write about that tomorrow. Right now I am running late for dart league. Man, these whacked Wednesdays are tough!

This too shall pass.

Hares looking at you, kid

Along with my fellow Hares (Blow My Pipe and Pubic Head), we pulled off a successful Hash yesterday. We had a huge turnout of around 60, with many new old faces in attendance–the folks who have been stuck in their home countries all these long months when visitors weren’t allowed. Good to see them back with more still on the way.

The feedback on the trail was mostly positive. I walked the first half again with the “sane” group and heard many comments like “I’ve lived here X years and have never been back here in this neighborhood”. Goal achieved! Folks also enjoyed the off-road portion, with a couple of relatively easy climbs. Anyway, being a Hare can be a challenge and you can’t please everyone, but yesterday seemed to have worked for most everyone. I’d call that a win.

Just over 7K, with half on suburban streets and the rest in the hills.
A much larger than normal “sane” group.
And we are On-On!
Into the backstreets of Matain.
We left a message on the fence of a fellow Hasher, Chief Tucker Fucker, who has not as yet managed to make it back to the Philippines. Last we heard he was hanging out in Mexico.
A path paved with good intentions.
On the beach.
Boats on the water.
A fishing village.
A river runs through it.
Off the road and into the hills.
Hello again, Easter mountain.
The second climb was Black Rock. Look close and you can see Hashers up there.
What goes up must come down, right Tinker Bell?
Ain’t they sweet? My upstairs neighbors, Penis Colada and Mixer Splitter.
Finishing up on the Govic highway on the way to our On-Home.
After hike relaxing at Smokes and Bottles.
Circle up!

Hash day is a good way to forget about everything else for a while.

This thing called life

It sure is hard to figure life out sometimes, but it sure as hell beats the alternative. The life I imagined and the life I am living are poles apart, but then again, that doesn’t make it better or worse. Not exactly an epiphany, but last night as I was sipping a beer I had a vision of my former suburban life as a retiree in the USA. I had some darts a couple of nights a week, an occasional weekend getaway, but otherwise, it was mostly sitting in front of the computer or watching TV. Damn, I got bored just typing that sentence! The point, to the extent there is one, is simply that the life you have is the one you got so make the most of it. You can be both happy and bored, especially if you don’t know what you are missing out on. I’m trying to get reconciled to my new old single life, and it is easy to lament what you’ve lost rather than embrace what you have. A year from now I might look back and remember this time as good ol’ days. It’s really not so bad.

Last evening was another opportunity to ensure my bargirl friends earned some lady drink commissions. I spent most of my time at It Doesn’t Matter quenching the thirst of Agnes and Roan.

“I’ve got dozens of friends and the fun never ends, that is, as long as I’m buying…”

Anyway, it is now well understood that I am nothing but a customer, and spending time with me is just part of the job. That’s just the way the game is played. Nothing to feel bad about.

After I left IDM, I stopped into BarCelona for a couple more before heading home. Engaged my favorite there, Kira, in some banter. In the course of our conversation, she also made it clear that work is work, and after work, she’s all about spending time with her kids. No room for a man in her life she says. And I’m man enough to not take a bargirl’s rejection personally.

“God pity us both and pity us all who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: It might have been.”

Hash Monday has arrived. Went out this morning and put the finishing touches on our trail. I’m pretty happy with it…longish but mostly flat. I’ll let you know how my fellow Hashers feel about that tomorrow. You can get a taste of what the kennel is in for here:

I hadn’t thought about the M.A.S.H. theme song in forever, but it came up in a Quora forum I was reading this morning. The words weren’t featured in the television show (just the music) but seeing them again triggered some emotions. Oddly enough, the song was supposed to be silly/stupid–the lyrics were written by a 14-year-old if Quora is to be believed anyway. What do you think?

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see

That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please


That game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The sword of time will pierce our skin
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger, watch it grin

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
"Is it to be or not to be?"
And I replied, "Oh, why ask me?"

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I...

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And you can do the same thing if you please

I’m choosing life. I can hardly wait to see what happens next!

Time to move on?

“Life is unfortunately designed to let us down. People die, we can get sick and marriages end. We need to use the fragility of life as a reminder to be present and savor the happy moments when we have them, and to remember that as day moves to night, so too does night turn to day.”

Seen on Quora

The construction behind my residence continues with all the noise and dust inherent in such a project.

Still a LONG way to go before the house is completed.
And judging by the height of these recently installed beams, the house is going to obliterate my cherished bay view.
Got to give props to the construction workers though. No way I’m doing the high work.

Anyway, my lease here is up in June and I’m thinking it may be time to move on to somewhere else. Well, I don’t mean leave Barretto, just find a more comfortable place to live. My current digs are a bit smaller than I prefer and it is not really great for the dogs. Hmm, my old place is still vacant. Maybe the former landlord is ready to make a deal to get me back? We’ll see.

I guess the other news from my Saturday is that I went out on a date. Asked her to dinner and she accepted. We enjoyed a fine meal at Da’Kudos (grilled pork chops and roast chicken salad) and a couple of beers afterward at Johan’s.

The sunset we shared.

As far as first dates go, I’d call this one a success. I didn’t know much about “Jenny” other than she occasionally joins us for the group hikes. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she is smart (college degree), articulate, witty, with a pleasant personality, and a good sense of humor. What’s not to like? Oh, she is 39 years old and hoping to have a baby while she still can. That doesn’t bode well for a future with me, but I’m always happy to make a new friend.

She’s not the type physically I’m normally attracted to, but she’s strong and healthy. And a great personality.

No great expectations, but perhaps we’ll share some best of times in the future. (Yeah, I’m quite the Dickens, aren’t I?)

And here we are filling in the hours on another Sunday. I started my day with a pleasant dog walk.

And saw fire on the mountain.

I’m one of the Hares for tomorrow’s Hash run, so we were out scouting and marking the trail this morning. It came in at around 7K, with one moderately easy climb and an optional visit to the top of Black Rock for those adventurous souls who want another mountain to climb. I’m going back out with co-Hare Blow My Pipe tomorrow morning to do some bushwhacking on some overgrown areas of the trail.

Us Hares rewarded our hard work with lunch at John’s place.

First time I tried his pulled pork. It was tasty, although I think I prefer it saturated in sauce like I make it at home.

And that pretty much is where things stand as of now.