Powerless to change the way things are

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

Alas. She’s gone with the breeze…

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.

I saw this little guy out by the entrance to my subdivision on my walk yesterday. He doesn’t appear long for this world.

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?

This cracked me up for some reason…

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

Rape is no laughing matter and when I first saw this I thought it was some kind of sick parody…

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.

Facebook reminded me that two years ago I was doing a photo op with the Secretary of the Army. I guess it worked out for him because now he’s Secretary of Defense. You’re welcome!

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.

I actually brought a buko (coconut) home and prepared it Filipino-style. By that I mean I had my helper whack it open, drain the juice (which she drank) and scrape the innards out. That’s the ingredient I needed to complete the fruit salad.

What did I throw on the grill?

Well, the steaks were high ($14) but I bought them anyway.

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 it all came together looking like this. Steak wasn’t exactly as tender as I prefer, but better than usual. It all tasted good to me and that’s what matters, right?

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.

And for the first time in a few days, I achieved my step goal.

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)

4 thoughts on “Powerless to change the way things are

  1. What criteria does your device measure to determine your sleep score? I can imagine things like heart rate, body temperature, breathing rate, and amount of movement throughout the night. This is done via your FitBit, I presume?

    May power be restored quickly.

  2. Kev, sleep duration, quality, and restoration add up to 100. The Fitbit monitors heart rate, restlessness, and the stages of sleep. For example, when I had a fair score, I went to bed and 9:50 and got up at 6:01 During that time I was awake 1 hour and 12 minutes, had REM for 19 minutes, light sleep for 6 hours and 7 minutes, and deep sleep for 33 minutes.

    I don’t know. I sleep then I start a new day. Just another data point to look at.

  3. the dog pic is really sad. do any animal rescue organizations exist over there? Peace.

  4. Soju, not that I’m aware of. I asked when I was looking for a dog and people just gave me a funny look. Buddy was “rescued” from a home probably like the one this poor pup has. Dogs that aren’t strays are often allowed to just wander the streets. Maybe they are luckier than their brothers who’s entire existence is the length of a 3-foot chain. It is very sad how animals are treated around here.

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