But wait, there’s more! Like the photos from the Wednesday Walkers street and beach walk in Matain, Calapacuan, and San Isidro.
It had been a rainy morning, but six brave souls ventured out onto the mean streets anyway.Heading up the highwayOver the riverAnd onto the quiet backstreets of Matain.Walk this way!Boats on the water under an angry sky.On the beach in MatainHeading for CalapacuanFriendly localsA narrow passagewayAnd then onto the beach in Calapacuan.I’m not sure what that is, but it looks like it could float some.More boats on the bayAnd crap on the beach.Still in Calapacuan but on the other side of the highway.If you come down to the river, bet you’re gonna find some people who live…Rollin’ on the riverLook at us go!The Black Rock Mountain rises majestically above the blossoming thatch grass.Martin brought some lollipops along with him, which was good because I was about out of cookies.This captures the way I feel when a woman breaks my heart.Up the steps to bridge #3One last river crossingA stroll through suburbiaThe wet streets of San IsidroOne last neighborhood. I ran into a gal from The Green Room who lives in one of these shacks. See? Those lady drinks I buy help pay the rent.No, I didn’t forget you, Easter Mountain!You can see Alta Vista from here.Our 8K+ trek ended at my house, where my helpers served up some fish and chips to go with the beers I provided my thirsty hiking mates. It was a good day on the streets and beaches.
Later in the afternoon, I did the Wednesday feeding of the Hideaway girls. On the way there, I got a call from an old friend I had not heard from in several months. I met her shortly after she arrived in Barretto a couple of years ago when she participated in one of our group hikes. I tried courting her, but she rejected me as a potential boyfriend after a couple of dates. She hooked up with an alcoholic instead (and if I use that term to describe someone, you know they must be bad). She joined him in his European homeland, and based on her Facebook posts, she seemed to be having a good time. I noticed the drunk guy was back and with a new girl and was wondering what happened to her. She asked if I would meet her at Harley’s for a chat, and I agreed to do so.
Harley’s is down Baloy Road, and it’s a bit of a bitch to walk there after dark. The gal I was meeting wanted to come there to avoid running into her ex and his pals.
So, she told me her sad tale, which didn’t come as a surprise to me. I reminded her of the loser she came to Barretto for and the one she left with and asked if she detected a pattern. And yeah, I get the irony of me pointing out the relationship failures of others. Alas, she expressed no regret about the one who got away. She’s moving back home to her province today, so we said our goodbyes, and I departed with John Greenleaf Whittier echoing in my head: “For of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these–it might have been.”
My morning sky.
The move has not allowed me to escape from the construction noise I suffered at the old place, but at least now the work is to my benefit.
The roof on my rooftop is taking shape. I’m looking forward to spending time up there soon.
So, my days as a would-be Sugar Daddy are over and done with.
Always glad to help, sweetheart.
You know I’m a punny guy, and this meme was right up my alley:
This one reminded me of the time from my childhood when I was visiting my grandparents. We were all enjoying some family time on the front porch when suddenly, my grandmother got up, walked over to my grandfather, and slapped him across the face. In shock, my grandfather rubbed his cheek and asked, “Why?” My grandmother responded, “That’s for fifty years of bad sex!” Well, my grandfather sat there for a minute, then he got up, went to my grandmother, and slapped her face. “Why?” she cried. “That’s for knowing the difference,” my grandfather said.
Thanks. I’ll be here all week.
13 thoughts on “Something great is coming your way”
One last river crossing
I was expecting a pic of Bridge #3. Buildup, but no payoff!
She joined him in his European homeland, and based on her Facebook posts, she seemed to be having a good time.
Is this the chick who hooked up with the snooty Frenchman who refused to visit the PI?
Always glad to help, sweetheart.
Good God—of the two people in that picture, which is more evil-looking?
Or is that the point?
Sometimes, the people who constantly fail at relationships are in the best position to detect the factors that lead to failure. Kinda like how we fatties know a ton about diet and exercise because we read so much about it—we just fail to implement what we read.
Something tells me the chick from Harley’s will be contacting you again when the coast is clear (and the money runs out)…
DS. I doubt it; she said she doesn’t plan to return, and there is no reason for her to do so. But I have zero interest in being her backup plan anyway. She’s little more than history to me now.
No, different woman. I was trying to be discrete out of respect for her privacy. This one was in the UK.
Well, the one descended from Eve must be the most evil. It is their nature, right?
Yeah, from my perspective, I’m thinking, what’s a smart girl like you doing with a loser like that? Of course, rejecting the perfect man for her (me) says a lot.
Failing to implement what we read? I wonder what that must be like…
In the event that Lucky’s attack had anything to do with “resource guarding” behavior, I found another cool video link that might be of interest.
Oh, yeah:
discrete = distinct
discreet = tactful; on the down-low
Jesus, I knew what I meant but once again chose the wrong word to say it. Their must be a reason for that.
What did I miss? Sounding like Swan is out.
In other news:
It’s being reported that Biden’s dog has now been banished from the White House due to unauthorized chomping.
Just sayin’…
“Something great is coming your way”. The Filipinos are really pushing the boundary on the word “great”. When I think of the word “great”, I can assure you, McDonald’s does not come to mind. Fries are pretty- good when they are fresh and hot though.
“a gal from the Green Room who lives in one of these shacks”. Well McCrarey, if you would buy her a few more lady drinks or the more expensive lady drinks you detest maybe she could move to Alta Vista.
I think the bear is hung over.
Peace Out!
Soju, it is hard to imagine working an eight-hour shift for the equivalent of three dollars. Way back in the ’70s, I had a summer job at the car wash making $1.35 an hour. I recall sometimes going next door to the Arby’s for lunch and spending almost two hours pay for the meal. I guess that traumatic experience makes being generous with the girls easier.
Yeah, I won’t be a regular at McDonald’s, but I can picture an occasional drunken visit on the way home.
Are you saying that bear got trashed?
DS, I’m not being all lovey-dovey with Lucky these days, but he has shown no signs of aggression since the incident. Perhaps he sees the error of his ways.
Gera, no, nothing has changed with Swan. Yet. I was just recounting a long ago memory with one of those “might have been” love encounters.
One last river crossing
I was expecting a pic of Bridge #3. Buildup, but no payoff!
She joined him in his European homeland, and based on her Facebook posts, she seemed to be having a good time.
Is this the chick who hooked up with the snooty Frenchman who refused to visit the PI?
Always glad to help, sweetheart.
Good God—of the two people in that picture, which is more evil-looking?
Or is that the point?
Sometimes, the people who constantly fail at relationships are in the best position to detect the factors that lead to failure. Kinda like how we fatties know a ton about diet and exercise because we read so much about it—we just fail to implement what we read.
Something tells me the chick from Harley’s will be contacting you again when the coast is clear (and the money runs out)…
DS. I doubt it; she said she doesn’t plan to return, and there is no reason for her to do so. But I have zero interest in being her backup plan anyway. She’s little more than history to me now.
No, different woman. I was trying to be discrete out of respect for her privacy. This one was in the UK.
Well, the one descended from Eve must be the most evil. It is their nature, right?
Yeah, from my perspective, I’m thinking, what’s a smart girl like you doing with a loser like that? Of course, rejecting the perfect man for her (me) says a lot.
Failing to implement what we read? I wonder what that must be like…
In the event that Lucky’s attack had anything to do with “resource guarding” behavior, I found another cool video link that might be of interest.
Oh, yeah:
discrete = distinct
discreet = tactful; on the down-low
Jesus, I knew what I meant but once again chose the wrong word to say it. Their must be a reason for that.
What did I miss? Sounding like Swan is out.
In other news:
It’s being reported that Biden’s dog has now been banished from the White House due to unauthorized chomping.
Just sayin’…
“Something great is coming your way”. The Filipinos are really pushing the boundary on the word “great”. When I think of the word “great”, I can assure you, McDonald’s does not come to mind. Fries are pretty- good when they are fresh and hot though.
“a gal from the Green Room who lives in one of these shacks”. Well McCrarey, if you would buy her a few more lady drinks or the more expensive lady drinks you detest maybe she could move to Alta Vista.
I think the bear is hung over.
Peace Out!
Soju, it is hard to imagine working an eight-hour shift for the equivalent of three dollars. Way back in the ’70s, I had a summer job at the car wash making $1.35 an hour. I recall sometimes going next door to the Arby’s for lunch and spending almost two hours pay for the meal. I guess that traumatic experience makes being generous with the girls easier.
Yeah, I won’t be a regular at McDonald’s, but I can picture an occasional drunken visit on the way home.
Are you saying that bear got trashed?
DS, I’m not being all lovey-dovey with Lucky these days, but he has shown no signs of aggression since the incident. Perhaps he sees the error of his ways.
Gera, no, nothing has changed with Swan. Yet. I was just recounting a long ago memory with one of those “might have been” love encounters.