You must go and stand your trials You have to stand it by yourself Nobody else can stand it for you You have to stand it by yourself. Oh, you gotta walk that lonesome valley Oh, you gotta walk it by yourself Nobody else is gonna walk it for you You gotta walk, walk it by yourself.
Well, it’s Hash Monday, so I won’t be walking alone. My advance peek at the trail does show it going through the Naugsol valley, though. It’s a Gunther/Leech trail, so it won’t be easy. The On-Home is at the Alta Vista country club, so at least I won’t have far to go when the Hash is over.
Last night was more of the same old, same old. Beers for me and drinks for a couple of the girls at IDM. They gave me a nice leg and shoulder rub in return, so that was pleasant. One of them might be crushing on me, and I admit, having someone at my side who likes to touch would be comforting. But I’m a selfish bastard, and I don’t want to take on the burden of four(!) kids. I’ll just settle for some bar companionship instead,
After I left IDM, I encountered “mama.” I didn’t have any small money on me, so I took her into a nearby market and let her buy a few things, got my change, and gave her the usual 100 pesos. Ah, the satisfaction that comes from making the world just a little bit better for someone is worth so much more than I spend. Yes, I understand that it is kind of perverted to use charity to make you feel better about yourself, but that’s just the way I roll.
I decided to have a couple of more beers before catching the trike home, so I popped into Mango’s. Got there in time to enjoy the sunset.
Speaking of beauty, there was a woman sitting a couple of stools down from me who really grabbed my attention. She wasn’t dressed sexy or anything like that; there was just something about her that attracted me. At first, I figured she was waiting to meet someone, but then I saw she ordered something off the menu and was dining alone. It occurred to me that I ought to strike up a conversation and see if she might welcome some company. In the end, I didn’t have the courage to do so. The fact that I’m still thinking about her this morning may be an indicator that I made a mistake. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I guess the easy game with bargirls has ruined me.
The waitress had offered me a menu when I arrived, but I declined because I was cooking at home. To answer the question posed in the title of this post, the beef was in the crockpot.
I haven’t been sleeping all that well the past few days. Been waking up in the middle of the night and needing to use the nebulizer to restore easy breathing. Then I get serenaded by that damn gecko when I try to go back to sleep. I did manage a six hours of sleep last night, so that’s progress.
We are starting the Hash a couple of hours earlier than normal today. In part because we are celebrating the 1500th running of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. And also, the long trail is over 10K and includes a tough climb up to Kalaklan ridge. The short trail is a 6K version with a somewhat lesser climb. You can read all about it here tomorrow.
According to my blog stats, I’ve lost nearly a third of my readers over these past few weeks. Can’t say that I blame them. Still, a big thank you to the faithful few who check in regularly to see what’s going on in my so-called life. Maybe one of these days something of interest will take place. Hey, you never know; it could happen!
I’m still here. I also, live with a gecko or 2 or 3. When seen, disappear into ventilation. Probably keep the occasional spider population down. We live high enough up the mountain that we seldom see a mosquito. however we have deer, bear, coyote, bobcat, fox, owls and eagles, and a marmot like animal. Oh, and a highly crafty raccoon. I have 2 trail cams. 0300-0400 is a traffic jam.
Add a 1 June heavy, heavy snowstorm. Trees down everywhere.
Your adventures, especially bar crawling keep me well entertained. Yours is the first thing I read each morning.
Pot roast came out looking good, as usual. Ever think about draining it, then slathering it in some BBQ sauce (not too much—the cardinal sin is over-saucing), then putting it between two (toasted) buns with a heap of coleslaw (and/or some pickle slices) on top to make pulled-beef sandwiches? I bet that’d be awesome.
Or make quesadillas—that’s easy enough. Paint the outside of a tortilla with mayonnaise, then lay it down in a skillet. Layer half the inside of the tortilla with shredded beef and cheese, maybe add some extra jalapeños if you want, fold the tortilla over, and pan-fry it at medium-high heat until golden brown. Flip and pan-fry the other side; make sure the cheese has melted. Instant quesadilla! Slice it into triangles or eat it like a taco! Takes only a few minutes, and even if you overcook it, it’s still good. If you won’t do it, get your help to make it. There are plenty of videos online, like this one (which doesn’t show the mayonnaise trick I mentioned).
I know there’s the whole “I’m old and don’t want to stray from my comfort zone” thing, but these are easy to do, and since you already know how to prep your beef, you’re halfway there! Open your mind. And put up some pictures. This could be an adventure!
Jerry, it sounds almost like Jurrasic Park around your place. And how could it snow on June 1, what about global warming? Anyway, thanks for making me part of your day!
Kev, Alright, next time I see a good deal on a beef roast I’ll try something new. The pulled beef sandwich sounds easier than the pot roast.
The pulled beef sandwich sounds easier than the pot roast.
I can see how the sandwiches might be easier than the quesadillas, but you’ll need the pot roast to make the sandwiches!
This is Colorado Springs. Would not be surprised to see one more snowfall. Small hail right now. 1941hrs 6 June. Wow! whatta date.