The way it was

Pretty much.

Not that it matters, but you know the drill by now. I’ll try not to waste much of your time with another meaningless post. So, here’s the down and dirty:

Decay Dance.

The kids were happy to see us again after our hiatus.
It’s harvest time in the rice fields.
Taking care of business.

Beer o’clock.

WTF! They’ve fenced off the shortcut out of Alta Vista that I take into Barretto almost every day. Tear down that wall!
First stop, Cheap Charlies. New signage since our last visit.
That gal who puts up with me most of the time.
My hero. I occasionally see this old guy hobbling along the highway. I bitch and moan about the aches and pains that come with age. This guy just keeps on going.

Here, let me show you what I mean:

You’re an inspiration!

Dinner from Foodies downstairs.

Kare-kare for Swan.
Sweet and sour pork for me.
And that famous CR view from Cheap Charlies.

Next stop, Gold Bar. Deader than I’ve ever seen it. Nightcap at Queen Victoria, only slightly better. Called it a night at 8 pm and triked back home. As we passed through the Alta Vista gate, the guard handed me a bag with my name on it.

A gift from Dr. Jo in celebration of the grand opening of her husband’s brewery on Siargao Island. Congrats to you, Chris!

And that’s all I have to say about yesterday.

Facebook memories reminded me that it was five years ago that I rented a room for my homeless friend “Mama.” I took her to dinner at DaKudo’s, then showed her the room (also on Baloy). She took a look around, handed me the key, and said, “No, thank you.” It seems strange that she prefers living on the street, but it just goes to show you can find happiness in whatever the circumstances may be.

That’s Mama five years ago. I saw her this morning on my walk and gave her the usual 100 pesos. She thanked me and said, “I love you, Papa.”

From the September 2017 LTG archives, I’m still carrying on with my WWBD (working, walking, biking, drinking) lifestyle in Pyeongtaek. I was very unhappy with my empty life, but looking back now, I should have let myself enjoy it. The pictures in the post make it seem almost like paradise. Silly me.

Today’s YouTube video claims that the aches and pains in my legs mean my time is almost up. That may or may not be true, but I’m going to keep pushing the envelope. That guy I posted about above sure as hell isn’t letting being crippled stop him from getting out and about. Shit, it won’t let me embed the video for some reason. It’s only six minutes long; give it a watch and see if you agree with what it says.

And now for those “funny” memes:

Swan has been immersed in “The Walking Dead” series lately. I guess it makes it easier to see me moving around.
That’s true love.
All my old pickup lines are rusty for disuse.

That’s the way it goes.

2 thoughts on “The way it was

  1. My hero. I occasionally see this old guy hobbling along the highway. I bitch and moan about the aches and pains that come with age. This guy just keeps on going.

    Do you think he was staring up at you as you were filming him?

    It seems strange that she prefers living on the street, but it just goes to show you can find happiness in whatever the circumstances may be.

    You may recall that I’d warned you about what would happen. This is why you can’t just give the homeless homes. They have mental/psychological problems that require mending first, and with the passage of time, they get used to their current circumstances and start to think of homelessness as being home. You can’t have a home and the responsibilities of home unless and until your head is in order.

    re: video about legs

    If your docs are saying that you’re A-OK, then I guess you’ve got nothing to worry about. Are you telling them about all of your aches and pains? They can only go on whatever information you give them.

  2. Kevin, yes, he looked up and saw me just before I stopped videoing. I waved and gave him a thumbs-up, and he waved back.

    Yes, I remember that now. Not knowing then cost me the already paid first month’s rent, around a hundred bucks.

    I’m sure I mentioned it. I wake up stiff and sore, but I can usually walk it off. There’s only one cure for old age, and I don’t want it. Thank God I’m not in Canada!

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