Well, technically, it wasn’t a park; it was the JJB Aquafarm Resort. But it had a park-like vibe about it. I don’t recall ever spending the day at a place like this, so it had the advantage of being something different. Hell, I even did some swimming in the pool, something I hadn’t done in many years. My back floating needs a little practice, but the sidestroke still works. And I didn’t drown, so there’s that.

We rode with neighbor Martin and departed a little after eight a.m. It made for a LONG day. We had our own covered area to enjoy the ambiance of the facilities. As the day progressed, the resort filled up with Filipinos having family gatherings. Our group had the only foreigners around, and I noticed some of the other guests staring in surprise at our presence, but not in an unfriendly way. We were there at the invitation of my other neighbors, Jeff and Davina, as they celebrated their son’s birthday. It was an all-day event, and when my normal naptime rolled around, I was feeling the need. Of course, that wasn’t an option, so I toughed it out until we finally departed at four p.m. I didn’t open my first beer until eleven and paced myself to ensure I wouldn’t overindulge. It was good hanging out with friends in a different environment, although once in a while is plenty for me.

We got home just before five p.m. and I was feeling bushed. I decided it was too late for a nap and too early for bed, so I headed up to The Rite Spot to chill for a while.

Back downstairs, I fired up the TV and tried to watch some Netflix, but realized my diminished attention span is exacerbated by fatigue. So, I gave up, played around on the laptop some, then said, “fuck it” and went to bed.

But I woke up alive, so there’s that. Oh, and here’s a video that Swan took of me crossing that log bridge on Friday. Seventeen seconds of me defying death!

When I read some of the insanity my lefty friends post on Facebook, all I can do is shake my head and say, WTF? And now I need to get my autocorrect to spell it out:

I liked this too:

As my trek through the LTG archives reminds me, May 2008 had me in stitches. Yep, another blackout incident, another fall to the floor, and a cut on the head. But this time, I also somehow sliced the skin from my pinky finger. Looking back, these incidents were preceded by my standing up, coughing, and then passing out. Although they both occurred in bars, overindulgence wasn’t the cause (happened early evening in the days when I was an all-nighter) so I expect these were the early signs of the damage my smoking was doing to my lungs (I was a a two pack a day guy back then). Yeah, I’m lucky to be alive, thank god for those Irish genes. Anyway, here’s the post about the incident, and here’s the one about visiting the doctor the following day, and finally, the post about my skin graft surgery.

Today’s YouTube video is from an Angeles City vlogger’s visit to Barretto. No substance, just some scenes from around my little town. Well, he did get hit by a car on the National Highway, but that goes with the territory.

Starting today, before the humor, we will pause for a moment of Zen. Today’s entry:

Save The Whales. Collect The Whole Set.

(Sorry about that. Another one of my old posts had fifty of these. Some are better than others, but you’ve been warned.)

And that’s the story of how it all went down yesterday. Now it is time to get on with today’s edition of this life I’m living.