What condition my condition is in

Everything is just dandy, thanks for asking! Here’s what passes for a good day here in my world:

A first-place finish in darts last night was a fine way to end the day.

I haven’t been playing very much lately. Just haven’t been in the mood I guess. The lack of practice certainly hasn’t helped to improve my inconsistency, but I had my moments of goodness during the tourney. No win is complete (or possible) without taking down Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, and that’s just what me and my partner managed to do. By the way, I’m getting to know Steve better and really enjoying his company. He has a wicked sense of humor.

Yesterday morning I did the Sausage Walkers group hike. We were all disappointed that our planned out of town sojourn had to be postponed because of the uncertain weather. This was going to be one of those do a hike then cookout gatherings that gave the group its name. Our planned destination included a river crossing and with the recent rains, the river was deemed too high for our vehicle to safely drive through. Ah well, another time.

We left for one of our standard local walks under cloudy skies. And as if on cue, once we reached the mountain top the rain commenced to come pouring down on our collective heads. And everything else, we were drenched. That’s how it goes, and once you are thoroughly soaked it really doesn’t matter anymore anyway. Coming back down the mountain was a muddy and slippery nightmare though. I somehow managed to keep my feet but I had several close calls. Not to overstate why avoiding a fall is my primary goal, but I couldn’t help notice the path was strewn with broken tree trunks sticking several inches up out of the ground. I nicknamed them “Vlad the Impaler” and my overactive imagination could picture the end result for some unfortunate who happened to fall on top of one. Yikes!

The calm before the storm. We began our march through the peaceful streets of Alta Vista.
On trail with me falling behind the pack as per usual.
And then on up we go. The rain began shortly thereafter so I had to put my phone/camera away in a ziplock bag to keep it dry.
There was a pause in the storm just about the time we reached the flat ground again. I snapped this picture of Easter mountain in the clouds.

Gunter the Austrian is the leader of the pack but I take his leadership with a grain of salt. When he deemed it wise to climb yet another mountain shortly after my self-congratulation for surviving the previous descent, I balked and bid the group farewell. Made my own way back on flat ground.

I still managed a 7.5K hike and more importantly, lived to tell about it!

What else? Well, I’m always trying to engage in self-improvement efforts. So, I took this information to heart:

Yeah, I know.

Things are going well so far today too. I’m getting more creative in my breakfast selections these days.

Welcome to the club! Hey, it’s got egg and bacon on it, so that makes it a breakfast sandwich, right?

I took a stroll down Baloy Beach after breakfast and was in for quite a surprise. The tide was high but not as high as it had been a few hours ago.

This picture doesn’t really tell the story that well but it’s the best one I got. The water came all the way up to the wall of this resort. And the places with Nipa huts on the beach were shoveling sand out of them this morning. As I stood there watching a wave came up behind me and soaked my shoes real good. Sneaky bastard!

What I really wanted to see though was how the Kokomo’s floating bar was faring.

Not well I’m afraid. Now, I don’t think it sunk because there was no wreckage on the beach. I assume they had it towed back to storage. It will be interesting to see if they bother bringing it back out.

This reminded me that sometimes humor just doesn’t translate well. Especially puns:

Oh well.


I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in
I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Someone painted April Fool in big black letters on a Dead End sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bj37IhZDokY

2 thoughts on “What condition my condition is in

  1. My mother spoke English fluently, but she would make certain mistakes. One of her more frequent errors was, “I pacifically said…”, and whenever I’d correct her by saying, “Specifically, Mom,” she would snap, “That’s what I said!”

  2. I think that is an acceptable mistake from a non-native English speaker. She knew the word she wanted and the way it sounded. I cringe when I think how my limited Korean must have sounded to the natives.

    I’m pretty sure I previously related the story of being called out by my secretary for the way I pronounced “ascertain” when I dictated a letter for her to type (yeah, I’m THAT old).

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