Last night, or rather yesterday afternoon (I started at 4:30), my venue of choice for my libations was Cheap Charlies. Besides the two gals sitting on each side of me sucking down lady drinks, this is what I saw:
They’ve begun rather strictly enforcing the parking restrictions on the National highway. The traffic enforcers were backing up the truck to tow this car away when the owner came running out of Bottoms Up bar to stop them. I was surprised they let him just drive away without even a ticket. The truck driver looked disappointed, but I suppose he gets paid either way. The hilarious thing to note in this photo is about 20 feet behind the offending vehicle. Yes, that’s a power pole blocking the lane you aren’t allowed to park in. No one targets the pole to be towed away though. When asked about this hypocrisy, the barangay Captain simply said that two wrongs don’t make a right. I’d say stupid is as stupid does. And I don’t drive (or park) in this country. I also saw “mama”, the homeless woman I once tried to house, setting up camp for the evening.I still had my camera in zoom mode from the mama pic when I took this shot of the sun going down.And here it is with the zoom mode turned off. I kinda like the first one better.
Shortly after the sunset, I headed on home to check on my pot roast.
I pulled the very tender beef apart and stirred it into the veggies. Let is stew a bit more while I made up a batch of corn muffins.I shared my bounty with the basement neighbors and everyone seemed to enjoy it. The makeshift seasoning worked out quite well, actually. The stew definitely had a tanginess about it and was plenty flavorful. I used pepperoncini’s for the first time in a long time, and I also forget to add carrots to the mix. Oh well. I enjoyed leftovers for breakfast this morning too.
Today is Hash Monday, and our On-Home is at the Alta Vista community center. That means making up a batch of chili for the hungry Hashers to enjoy after the hike.
So I put the crockpot back to work and mixed up a double batch. Nothing really special about the way I make chili, but it always sells out. I’ll take that as a compliment.
What else have I got for you? Well, I came across this story about the history and origins of cusswords that I found quite interesting. I hope you motherfuckers like it too.
And the Babylon Bee brightened my day with this story entitled: “Man Who Agrees With The Media, Universities, Corporations, And Hollywood Thinks He’s Part Of The Resistance”. Maybe it will make you laugh too.
On a more serious note, it turns out these COVID mandates are indeed a joke. But you must have known that already. It’s been fun to watch (from afar) as no mandate states like Texas and Florida are suffering no apparent negative consequences, despite predictions of imminent disaster by our liberal elite. And now an MIT study explains why the fear mongers were wrong. It is well past time to let it go and let the rest of us get on with our lives unimpeded by the sheer stupidity of our duplicitous would-be rulers.
Ah, well. There’s always poetry.
I found this sentiment to be quite inspirational.
This verse came immediately to mind:
Roses are red, violets are blue
I could have been happy, but I chose you
yours truly
Yeah, I won’t quit my day job. Oh wait, i don’t have one!
UPDATE: Just came across this bit of wisdom:
Oops! Sorry about that!
2 thoughts on “That’s how I see it”
Glad to know the meat worked out. Even if the rub floated off the beef, it was still in the water during the slow cook, so it would have added some flavor, anyway.
You still on good terms with “mama”?
Yeah, it was different but good.
No issues with “mama”. I still look for her and pass her 100 pesos each day that I see her. It was presumptuous of me to rent a place for her without her consent. She seems to be living the life she has chosen and that’s fine by me.
Glad to know the meat worked out. Even if the rub floated off the beef, it was still in the water during the slow cook, so it would have added some flavor, anyway.
You still on good terms with “mama”?
Yeah, it was different but good.
No issues with “mama”. I still look for her and pass her 100 pesos each day that I see her. It was presumptuous of me to rent a place for her without her consent. She seems to be living the life she has chosen and that’s fine by me.