I WAS knocked out for six hours after the 10K run.
It wasn’t my best run—10K in 72 minutes; but at 54, I no longer complain.
I had a gout flare, and still I ran.
I was running slow, but I had fun. So much fun!
Because I was uniquely dressed, people cheered me up even more.
I had a ball.
***
I went to bed around 7:30am, and didn’t get up until 1:30 p.m.
I woke up feeling hungry.
I didn’t know what to eat.
There aren’t as many food places open in Dumangas on weekends as there are on school/office days.
Somebody suggested I should go to PD Monfort North for some fiesta meal.
And I thought, That’s it.
Free food, buffet style.
***
Someone from our space renters was about to go.
Do I want to hitch a ride on his dilapidated motorcycle?
I was in my shorts, a top called the wifebeater, and slippers.
I didn’t think that I was dressed for the party.
And the guy said, “But you are ThePSN. You are the Hall of Famer.”
***
Implicitly, he was saying that houses would be so honored to welcome and feed me.
Like he was so honored and proud to give me a ride.
He kept on saying, “My motorcycle is run-down, but look, I’m taking ThePSN to the party.”
Things like “I’m so proud to take the Hall of Famer to this house and that.”
***
I ate around 2pm, and we didn’t leave the house until 3:30 p.m.
That was my last meal for the day.
Somebody woke me up at 4 p.m.
They pretended to give me a whole bunch or stalk of bananas, and a bagful of avocados from my farm.
Some neighbors mind my farm.
I do not pay them, but they are welcome to the fruits in my farm.
If they remember to share with me some, I thank them.
If not, it’s not something that makes me poor.
***
About bananas.
A piece of banana is called a finger.
A cluster of fingers is a hand.
A cluster of hands in a stalk is called a bunch; or simply a stalk.
Now, you know.
***
I accepted the fruits, and said that if the hectare of land next to mine is sold for a million, I’ll buy it.
It’s still a little expensive after all the quarrying and the degradation that went there; but for fun, I’ll buy it for a million, no more.
My point, no one in his right mind would pay more than two million for such a wasteland after the rock and limestones have been mined.
No vegetation, no irrigation, in a non-populated area isn’t really very inviting.
And no one throws away a million like I do. Haha.
***
I have no serious intention of expanding my farm.
I can hardly manage what I have now.
But if it goes for a million, I’d rather spend one million on a land property than just let my money sit in a bank.
I don’t mind letting my money’s worth sit on land, however unproductive it seems.
***
A seaman I previously got a crush on called me.
Are we spending a night out in the city?
It got me into thinking.
I’m still a little sore from my 10K run in the morning.
Partying with a 25-year old seaman means what?
Beer drinking?
Not so much fun with me who can’t do beer because of my gout.
Sure, I can do harder drinks; but for what end?
***
Does partying with him mean dancing after drinking?
I only go dancing to get laid. Haha.
Either I go alone and find someone; or, I go with someone who will take me home after the dance.
A seaman separated from the baby-mama is another story.
What is his story?
Maybe you should read my next column. Haha./PN
