Those hours aren’t going to fill themselves, so here are my contributions from yesterday.
It had been quite a while since I’d last taken a stroll on Baloy Beach, and I remedied that with a visit for my morning walk.
Despite this being a relatively short walk, the leg was acting up, so I decided to give it a rest at the Treasure Island Resort.
After my breakfast, the leg had rejuvenated, and I walked back home without any issues.
Got home, rested, blogged, and booked my hotel for tonight and tomorrow at Monty’s in Pundaquit. I’ll be San Antonio bound early this afternoon, hence the rare morning post here at LTG.
As beer o’clock neared, I went back to my room at the Pub Hotel and showered up for my evening on the town. Clean and freshly shaven, I started things off with a visit to Sloppy Joe’s. Chris and his gal Sheryl were there, and I enjoyed some chat and the tunes Chris played as the DJ.
It was nearing dinner time, and I had a hankering for the best pulled pork sandwich in town, so I headed up the highway to John’s place.
When I left John’s, I decided I should keep with the day’s theme of doing what I hadn’t done for a while, so I paid a rare visit to Blue Butterfly bar. I was the only customer in the outside area, and four or five gals were sitting around looking bored. Well, I wasn’t going to buy them all a drink, but which one do I reward? So I decided to use one of my jokester tricks. I called the waitress over, asked for another beer, and told her “and get a lady drink for the bitch.” The waitress looked totally confused and asked who’s that. I responded you should know better than me. About this time one of the girls spoke up and exclaimed, “I’m a bitch!” And she got the drink.
I attempted to explain the humor to the waitress and told her it was just a ploy, but she insisted she was not a bitch and would never say she was. Oh well. I gave her a nice tip instead of a drink.
Next up was Mugshots, another seldom-visited bar. Nothing is wrong with the place; I just have more options than my limited capacity can satisfy. I did my nightcap at The Green Room and enjoyed watching some pool games by a very skilled player. Then it was back home for a bowl of ice cream and a refreshing night’s sleep.
Another issue associated with a lack of water is an inability to do laundry. Luckily, there are options for dealing with that.
Today’s song is a classic by Judy Collins. I checked Wikipedia to see if she was still alive, and amazingly, she is (born in 1939). She has had a hard but interesting life. I also learned that “Who Knows Where the Time Goes” was written by Sandy Denny, a British folksinger. Her life ended tragically at only 31 years old.
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes?
Just marveling at that lovely sky. And the lovely food.
Did I tell you the joke about the Irish schoolteacher and her bad student? This was told to me by an Irish priest back when I was in grad school.
An Irish schoolmarm is instructing her kids. She says, “I want you to make a sentence that uses the word ‘lovely’ twice in it. Sally! Why don’t you give it a try?”
Sally, a good and proper student, stands up and says, “It was a lovely day, so I went out to see the lovely flowers.” She sits back down.
“Excellent, Sally!” beams the teacher. Her eyes narrow as she looks at Jimmy, her worst student, sitting way in the back. “Jimmy, can you give me a sentence using ‘lovely’ twice?”
Jimmy thinks for a bit, then hesitantly stands up. He says:
“One day, me sis come home. She says to me da, ‘Da! I’m pregnant!’ And me da, he says, ‘Lovely, fuckin’ lovely.'”
Have a fuckin’ lovely day.
And with that, I’m off on my big walk. Not sure how frequently I’ll comment from the road, but I’ll try. You’re a daily read, after all.
Is there no effin Indian food in that land or what m8?
There is no actual Indian restaurant in my little town, but some Indian-like curry dishes are on the menu in some places. And for the record, I’m Native American (born in the USA), not Indian.
HaHa! Good one. And good luck on the hike! I’m looking forward to the daily reports. Stay safe!