Thanks for the weight-loss advice in the comments yesterday. I was happy to see a measure of progress when I tried on some of the shorts from my “doesn’t fit anymore” shelf—and by golly, I could button them again!
More of the same around here yesterday, but that’s a good thing. I led the Wednesday Walkers on a nice valley hike, and it turned out to be quite pleasant and mostly dry. When we completed our journey, the group joined me upstairs at The Rite Spot On The Roof for some food and liquid refreshments. Good times! I need to visit The Rite Spot more often.
So, my new Wednesday evening activity is participating in the Alaska Club 9-ball pool tournament. Two hundred peso entry fee, and comes with a free beer.
That said, I didn’t embarrass myself. Much. And it is a pleasant way to pass some time while engaged in the serious work of consuming San Miguel Extra Light beers. I did well at that!
I was eliminated from the competition just before 8 p.m., so we went next door to Wet Spot for our nightcap.
Anyway, just the usual chill times during our visit, then having achieved my 9 p.m. goal, we made our way safely home via tricycle. And so ended another day in the life.
One of my charity projects, a cancer patient in Manila, is now in the hospital awaiting surgery. She messaged me that her doctor suggested “palliative care.” I told her not to give up the fight. Hoping for the best, but she’s not looking good.
So, I took the bait from Facebook’s Meta AI yesterday when it suggested turning this photo of me from 1979 into a comic strip:
Anyway, here’s what Meta AI created for me:
From the November 2022 LTG archives, a couple of posts that capture my then current state of being. I received a bluntly honest message from Lydell that led me to conclude that pursuing a relationship with her was a waste of time. In the post about the Hash outstation in Pundaquit, I found myself hiking a trail I had shared with the woman I had loved and lost the previous year. Of course, the path in life I ultimately wound up taking led me to Swan, so all’s well that ends well.
In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger recounts an encounter with a woman at the mall. Seems to me he overreacted, all he needed to do was say, “Sorry, I’m with my wife.” I’ve never really been into the freelancer scene, but I’ve heard lots of stories of guys going to the mall looking for a woman to hook up with. I guess it’s cheaper than paying to take a gal out of the bar, but it also seems to be risky business. Anyway, welcome to the Philippines.
Let’s get these out of the way:
Had enough? Me too! Let’s try again tomorrow.
It’s 1958, let’s have some Tequila:
Reading? Well! I chose Ulysses as an English prize at school. When the Headmaster presented it to me, he sighed and said ‘only you, Trenton.’
I now understand what he meant.
What are your lines from LotR, John? And which nationalities do you think of as dwarves, elves etc?
Hi John , just noticed someone posted on the previous page using my name. Not sure how that happens. If it does again I’ll use another ID.
” I had to laugh this morning when I passed wind and was reminded what you used to always say to me.”
That was not “me”