…I’ve got love in my tummy.
There you go, another day, another old tune from the 1960s. You can blame Althouse for this one; she featured the song in a post I saw today. I didn’t like the song back when it was a hit, and I don’t like it much better now, but it was interesting to ride the way-back machine to see the song performed. And the tie-in for my post title is yesterday’s dinner I prepared for Swan and my landlord Alicia.
After the meal, Alicia drove us to the Central Park Reef Hotel so we could take in the rooftop views while enjoying a cold beer.
A light rain started to fall, so we moved to a table under the roof to finish our beers.
Swan and Alicia were ready to return home, but the night was young, even by my low standards. So, I rode the elevator down to the basement parking level with them and said my goodbyes. Then I headed to Wet Spot.
After a couple of beers at Wet Spot, I headed over to Cheap Charlies. While enjoying a round of drinks with my regular crew, I told them of my new-found relationship with Swan. They all seemed sincerely happy for me. Nerissa enjoyed her “I knew it!” moment, reminding me she had seen us together a couple of weeks ago on the Central Park rooftop. Yeah, it was different then, but okay, you win.
Back home before nine as usual and had a brief chat with Swan before bed. She still doesn’t want to go public about my role in her life, although she has told her sisters about me. Still won’t let me take her picture, though. I guess when that day comes, it will be a milestone on our journey together. I’m not complaining, I feel blessed to have her in my life, and I’m looking forward to the time when she’ll be the last thing I see at night and my first vision in the morning. I hope that happens before October, but I’m going to abide by whatever schedule Swan is comfortable with.
Yesterday morning I enjoyed a valley hike with the Wednesday Walkers group.
A good day on trail with the group.
Okay, I’ll be back with more of this nonsense tomorrow. I’m doing a consult this afternoon with Dr. Jo on the wisdom of refilling the prescription I got during my Thailand visit. It worked like a charm clearing my blocked sinuses, but now that I’m out of meds, I can feel the clogging coming back. The Thai doc said the medication was a short-term fix, but I want to know why the drugs are worse than the symptoms they relieve.
Peace out!
re: “Yummy, yummy, yummy…”
Of the song lyrics I hate most, those lyrics must be at or near the top. Like fingernails on a chalkboard, garlic to a vampire, or lava poured on my scrote. Worse even than most country music, and that’s saying something.
I’m not complaining[;] I feel blessed to have her in my life, and I’m looking forward to the time when she’ll be the last thing I see at night and my first vision in the morning.
What exactly are her virtues? What originally got you so focused on her, out of the plethora of women in your small town? What makes her stand out?
I’m doing a consult this afternoon with Dr. Jo on the wisdom of refilling the prescription I got during my Thailand visit. It worked like a charm clearing my blocked sinuses, but now that I’m out of meds, I can feel the clogging coming back. The Thai doc said the medication was a short-term fix, but I want to know why the drugs are worse than the symptoms they relieve.
I’m not sure I understand. The meds worked like a charm… but they’re worse than the symptoms they relieved? I feel as if I missed something here.
Yeah, I agree; that must be one of the worst songs ever.
I think I mentioned the first time I met Swan five years ago; it was to assist with a charity project for the native Aeta people she was involved with. Over the years, I’d seen her and her man around town and was envious of the obvious love they shared. When he passed away, I attended the memorial service and offered my condolences to Swan. Several weeks later, Swan contacted me to ask if I was still looking for a house to rent (she’s the one who had hooked me up for the ill-fated Blue House deal), and I told her yes. So, my new digs will be the house Swan is currently living in. And if things go as I hope, she’ll stay when I move in. What makes her so special to me? I don’t know, other than she’s unlike most women I’ve met here. Older (39) and no kids, not a bargirl background, intelligent, funny as hell, a loving and caring nature, and not needy despite her current circumstances (getting her to accept something as small as trike fare is a challenge). It’s a matter of pride and self-respect for her–she wants to make it on her own. Anyway, I feel like having someone like her in my life would be a very satisfying experience. The big question is, will a woman like her be able to love a man like me? Yesterday she mentioned my meeting her family soon; that’s a HUGE step forward in this culture.
Regarding the meds, the confusion is from my poor wording. The doctor who prescribed the meds said they were a short-term fix for my nasal blockage and that I’d still need to get the surgery. The pills worked like a charm though, and I could breathe, smell, and taste again. When the prescription ran out, the old symptoms began to reappear. So, my consult with Dr. Jo yesterday was to explore the downside of continuing the meds compared to the symptoms they relieved. So, prednisolone is a potent steroid, and its side effects include reducing the body’s immune system capabilities. After talking it over, we are going with a reduced dosage on a three weeks on, three weeks off basis and see if that maintains my improved sinus functioning. Oh, and the drug also stimulates weight gain, and doc said I need to cut out the carbs. I laughed and said everything but the beer, maybe. I’ve been very slack in diet discipline lately and have the belly to prove it.
“The grass was higher than we were”. Man, that grass was smoking some good chit.
Looks like the sky is on fire in the sunset pic.
Caesar had his faults but ya gotta love his salad. Dude has a pretty nice palace in Las Vegas too.
Do the kids call you Cookie Monster? The Blue House would have been perfect since CM was blue. I don’t think the President of Korea would like you living at the Blue House though.
Paalam McCrarey. Have a great day. Peace Out!
Good stuff, Soju!
The weird thing is kids call cookies biscuits here. But man, they must have radar because they always see me coming!
Hey meeting her family is serious…told u that before…goodluck!
MJ, Yeah, I know. We’ll see if and when it really happens.