Alright, I’m gonna need a few more years to write my death song, though.
Here’s the lowdown on the Wednesday that was:
These three old fuckers go for a walk. Ha, sounds like the start of a joke. But you know what? I’m the youngest one in the group of 70+ gents, and I’m happy that we can still get out there and enjoy ourselves.
Scott drove us out to where the new bypass road is allegedly under construction. I say ‘allegedly’ because, since our previous visit several months ago, it appears little progress has been made. I’m no engineer, but damn, I still can’t figure out how they are going to make it up and over the top of the Kalakalan Ridge. I hope I live long enough to find out.
Let’s get this show on the road.Nicely poured concrete wide enough for four lanes.The Easter Mountain view from here.Where the pavement ends.It’s Wednesday morning, and we haven’t seen a single construction worker.Maybe they can’t figure out where to go from here. That initial cutout is way too steep for most trucks and buses.
Welp, not our problem, we headed down to the valley for the rest of our walk.
Of course, once that bypass highway is completed, this area will be ripe for development.I guess we should enjoy nature’s beauty while we still can.How now, carabao? Just keep those horns to yourself, thank you! Back on the pavement and headed for Naugsol.A tree I liked along the way.Dispensing some biscuits……and lollipops to the local children. They seemed pleased.A bridge I’m glad we didn’t cross.And the one we did.The river, such as it is this time of year.For an old man on a hot day, our 4K journey felt just right.
With the walkaholic urge satisfied, at beer o’clock it was time to quench my thirst. Swan had been visiting a friend on SBMA, so I awaited her return at the seldom-visited Snackbar near the Baloy 7-Eleven. She arrived as I was finishing my second beer, and we headed for the beach.
It was high tide, so Swan enjoyed toes in the sand and in the water.A couple of big-spending tourists took care of the thirsty girls on the floating bar.One of them even pulled the chain (1000 pesos per tug) so the girls could chase the balls like hungry puppies. After collecting their commission, they refilled the bucket.The girls put on a dance routine.
A smooch for my favorite.A view of Baloy Long Beach.And watching the sun do its daily routine.As we departed the floating bar.And from the beach.Next stop, Treasure Island.The barstool view.The chicken wings hit the spot…And the chicken quesadillas were tasty too.
And that’s all there was for Wednesday.
Facebook memories reminded me of this old advertisement I’d shared:
United Airlines only provided Chesterfield cigarettes for its passengers. That’s actor Dale Robertson grabbing a pack. Curiosity piqued, I looked up Dale’s cause of death. Sure enough, it was lung cancer. But it didn’t kill him until he was 83. I should be so lucky.
Carrying on with the October 2017 LTG archives, and I’m back from my Boracay adventure with a new plan to get over my sorry state of mind: acceptance. Reading this again today from a whole other perspective, but it still seems apt. I may not like certain aspects of my life that come with age, but I need to learn to accept them.
In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger explains why he doesn’t want to live a long life. Interesting perspectives for sure, and honestly, I’m living like there is no tomorrow already. But I’m blessed to have not lost my mind (although it is fading fast) or suffered some catastrophic incident like a disabling stroke. So, I’m not in any hurry to let go of what I have, but when it is gone, I’ll likely not resist.
And on to the funny business:
Flip flops?I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this before, but it is appropriate to review the rules for writing good once in a while.I guess they didn’t see that coming.
I’m outta here for now. Thanks for dropping by.
2 thoughts on “Taking it easy”
I’m living like there is no tomorrow already.
Earlier, you had written:
Alright, I’m gonna need a few more years to write my death song, though.
How do you reconcile “living [as if there were] no tomorrow” with wishing for many more tomorrows? Why not live in a way that extends your life? Less beer, fewer carbs…
Kevin, the line about writing my death song was just playing off the meme. Whatever time I have left, I’m going to do my best to enjoy. Beer and carbs bring me joy.
I’m living like there is no tomorrow already.
Earlier, you had written:
Alright, I’m gonna need a few more years to write my death song, though.
How do you reconcile “living [as if there were] no tomorrow” with wishing for many more tomorrows? Why not live in a way that extends your life? Less beer, fewer carbs…
Kevin, the line about writing my death song was just playing off the meme. Whatever time I have left, I’m going to do my best to enjoy. Beer and carbs bring me joy.