It's been a week since I have had a homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. And, frankly, I can't say that I have missed the experience. The itinerary was exactly the same as the usual homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Saturday. I made only one exception to the routine. I had to make an emergency stop at Kahala Mall on the way to town. My gym bag and I quickly made our way to the restroom facilities.
After fulfilling my homeless guy quest, I found myself back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm. The rest of the afternoon and evening promises to be more of the same ol' shit. I did not receive a distress call from moms, so I was relieved. Moms mentioned yesterday that the bro has not uttered one word since her return. I am beginning to wonder about my bro's mental stability. Is he ready to snap? Is he as sick as the sociopathic buddy?
I can't really call it an "epiphany," but I have had reality deal me a sharp blow to the side of the head this week. I did not find my trip to town to be all that rewarding. Doubtless, I did enjoy the time in the inner courtyard of the library. Yet, there is nothing fulfilling or necessary about my homeless guy itinerary. I prefer to do my workouts at the gym in town, but preference makes no mandate. In essence, there is absolutely nothing important or imperative about my daily rituals. There is nothing important about my useless possessions. And, there is not one iota of importance to my general existence. I have attempted to turn a lesson in futility into something more than it is. What was I thinking?
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
All That Matters
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 7:50am this morning. My bro's family were apparently spending the day celebrating my nephew's graduation. What graduation? He's only 13 years old. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home alone when I arrived. I chatted with moms about the fiasco yesterday. I urged moms to consider moving elsewhere. I also offered the "condotel" unit, although I knew that moms would not like it there. I also presented several other options including senior housing. From what I can tell, moms is willing to risk the uncertainty of living under my bro's totalitarian regime. Can I blame moms? Not really. Moms has lived in that house for 43 years. Moms is a senior citizen now, and she does not have the energy to be moving from place to place like a nomad. I will fully support moms.
Moms had a few errands to run. I dropped moms off at the bank in Koko Marina. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck. I shopped at Foodland for a couple of grocery items that moms wanted. Moms waited at the bank entrance until I drove back. Moms is walking more, but she must limit the distance. Off we went to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. We were a little early for lunch, so we sat on one of the benches just outside of Panda Express® until it opened at 10:30am. We were the first ones in.
We sat outside on one of the tables overlooking the marina. Moms and I had an enjoyable lunch break with the additional bonus of beautiful scenery. After lunch, I drove moms back. I unloaded all of the stuff. I also put the luggage that we had acquired yesterday into my truck. I will be storing it in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I also helped moms put new bandages on her wounds. I finished up the procedure by wrapping the gauze around the bandages and securing it with tape. The wounds actually looked much better. I am hoping that the sutures will not have to be redone next week. With that, I said good-bye to moms.
I had planned to go to the gym in town, but I ended up changing my mind. Instead, I visited Koko Head Park and spent over an hour in the peace and quiet. I had a lot of time to reflect on all that has transpired in the last day or so. I came to understand what I must do ... my familial obligation, as it were. I ended up parking my truck next to the library. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina from there. I did my usual workout in a casual fashion. After my shower, I walked to Foodland. I bought a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream. I sat outside on one of the benches and at the whole pint of ice cream as I watched the myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs going around in circles in the parking lot. I savored every bite of the rich dessert.
I retrieved my truck and was on my way back to Slob Manor at 3:15pm. Once back in my squalid room, I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit four days early. There is no need to elaborate about the rest of the day or the evening. It's all moot anyway. I felt good about spending time with moms. That's all that mattered to me.
Moms had a few errands to run. I dropped moms off at the bank in Koko Marina. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck. I shopped at Foodland for a couple of grocery items that moms wanted. Moms waited at the bank entrance until I drove back. Moms is walking more, but she must limit the distance. Off we went to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. We were a little early for lunch, so we sat on one of the benches just outside of Panda Express® until it opened at 10:30am. We were the first ones in.
We sat outside on one of the tables overlooking the marina. Moms and I had an enjoyable lunch break with the additional bonus of beautiful scenery. After lunch, I drove moms back. I unloaded all of the stuff. I also put the luggage that we had acquired yesterday into my truck. I will be storing it in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I also helped moms put new bandages on her wounds. I finished up the procedure by wrapping the gauze around the bandages and securing it with tape. The wounds actually looked much better. I am hoping that the sutures will not have to be redone next week. With that, I said good-bye to moms.
I had planned to go to the gym in town, but I ended up changing my mind. Instead, I visited Koko Head Park and spent over an hour in the peace and quiet. I had a lot of time to reflect on all that has transpired in the last day or so. I came to understand what I must do ... my familial obligation, as it were. I ended up parking my truck next to the library. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina from there. I did my usual workout in a casual fashion. After my shower, I walked to Foodland. I bought a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream. I sat outside on one of the benches and at the whole pint of ice cream as I watched the myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs going around in circles in the parking lot. I savored every bite of the rich dessert.
I retrieved my truck and was on my way back to Slob Manor at 3:15pm. Once back in my squalid room, I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit four days early. There is no need to elaborate about the rest of the day or the evening. It's all moot anyway. I felt good about spending time with moms. That's all that mattered to me.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Stockholm Syndrome
I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening at 9pm extremely exhausted, famished, and entirely perturbed. What started out as a crisis ended up being a total joke. Moms made an emergency phone call to me this morning at 7am. Moms was distraught. My bro had given moms her walking papers. In other words, moms was evicted. I met moms at Koko Marina at 8:15am. I had stopped at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a cup of coffee because I also had to stop by the Hawai'i Kai branch of my local bank in order retrieve money. Moms have having difficulty walking. I noticed that her leg was swelling. One of moms' friends had given her a ride to Koko Marina. I was burning with rage. My bro was still at home for some reason. I met moms at Koko Marina to avoid any confrontation, but not because of cowardice. I just did not want to exacerbate the situation any further.
Moms and I tried to make a few contingency plans. I had called Lori, but did not check my cell phone subsequently. Moms had called Aunty Maria, who was willing to put moms up for a while. Moms did not have any luggage, so we drove to Ross® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Just before we entered the store, we heard Lori calling out. By coincidence, she happened to be there. We gave Lori a brief rundown of the whole situation including the mangy mutt story. Lori invited moms to stay at her place for a few days. We finalized the arrangements. I agreed to meet Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® in Koko Marina later in the afternoon. Moms and I picked a nice small piece of luggage, one with the rollers. Then, I drove moms back to her friend's place. We chatted for a few minutes. With good intentions, moms' friend spent the entire time attempting to persuade moms to go back, apologizing if necessary.
Moms' friend gave moms a ride back home. I drove to Koko Head Park to eat my granola. Even with the pleasant surroundings, I could not enjoy myself. I drove to Koko Marina and parked adjacent to the library. From there, I walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout. I took a quick shower.
Then, I drove back to Slob Manor. I dropped off some stuff and hastily consumed a lard-filled Reser's® burrito after heating it up in the microwave oven. I rested a bit, although the sweltering heat was getting to me. I drove back to Koko Marina shortly afterward after making another stop at my local bank in Kuapa Kai. I spent a little time in the library. However, my mind was too preoccupied to even concentrate.
I met Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® at 4:15pm. We sipped our beverages while I further elaborated on the foolish state of affairs. We both determined that the real cause of moms' eviction was probably because the Medicare look-back period for gifted assets had just expired (i.e., three years). However, Lori pointed out that the new law mandates a five-year look-back period. We departed at 5:15pm. I drove to moms' friends' place only to find that moms was not there. Moms had asked her friend to relay a message to me instead. The sister-in-law had called moms to apologize. I could feel a rage building, but did everything to remain calm. Moms' friend was gloating about how things worked out, and what a great wife my bro has. Yeah, that was the same wife who was urging my bro to kick moms out of the house this morning. I was ready to "deliver street pizza," if you know what I mean.
I then drove out Lori's place. She was getting a room ready for moms. I had to break the news that moms was not coming. I shared the latest tidbit with her. We were then certain that my sister-in-law probably found out about the Medicare five-year look-back. We ended up chatting until 7pm. I drove back to Koko Marina in order to complete the cardio portion of my workout at the gym. I was showered and out of there by 8:30pm. I was looking forward to one of those delicious sandwiches at the Safeway® deli. By the time I arrived in Kuapa Kai, the deli was closed. I purchased a prepared Safeway® salad and whole mess of Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos. I was ready to commit mayhem when I set foot in my squalid room at Slob Manor.
Moms and I tried to make a few contingency plans. I had called Lori, but did not check my cell phone subsequently. Moms had called Aunty Maria, who was willing to put moms up for a while. Moms did not have any luggage, so we drove to Ross® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Just before we entered the store, we heard Lori calling out. By coincidence, she happened to be there. We gave Lori a brief rundown of the whole situation including the mangy mutt story. Lori invited moms to stay at her place for a few days. We finalized the arrangements. I agreed to meet Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® in Koko Marina later in the afternoon. Moms and I picked a nice small piece of luggage, one with the rollers. Then, I drove moms back to her friend's place. We chatted for a few minutes. With good intentions, moms' friend spent the entire time attempting to persuade moms to go back, apologizing if necessary.
Moms' friend gave moms a ride back home. I drove to Koko Head Park to eat my granola. Even with the pleasant surroundings, I could not enjoy myself. I drove to Koko Marina and parked adjacent to the library. From there, I walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout. I took a quick shower.
Then, I drove back to Slob Manor. I dropped off some stuff and hastily consumed a lard-filled Reser's® burrito after heating it up in the microwave oven. I rested a bit, although the sweltering heat was getting to me. I drove back to Koko Marina shortly afterward after making another stop at my local bank in Kuapa Kai. I spent a little time in the library. However, my mind was too preoccupied to even concentrate.
I met Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® at 4:15pm. We sipped our beverages while I further elaborated on the foolish state of affairs. We both determined that the real cause of moms' eviction was probably because the Medicare look-back period for gifted assets had just expired (i.e., three years). However, Lori pointed out that the new law mandates a five-year look-back period. We departed at 5:15pm. I drove to moms' friends' place only to find that moms was not there. Moms had asked her friend to relay a message to me instead. The sister-in-law had called moms to apologize. I could feel a rage building, but did everything to remain calm. Moms' friend was gloating about how things worked out, and what a great wife my bro has. Yeah, that was the same wife who was urging my bro to kick moms out of the house this morning. I was ready to "deliver street pizza," if you know what I mean.
I then drove out Lori's place. She was getting a room ready for moms. I had to break the news that moms was not coming. I shared the latest tidbit with her. We were then certain that my sister-in-law probably found out about the Medicare five-year look-back. We ended up chatting until 7pm. I drove back to Koko Marina in order to complete the cardio portion of my workout at the gym. I was showered and out of there by 8:30pm. I was looking forward to one of those delicious sandwiches at the Safeway® deli. By the time I arrived in Kuapa Kai, the deli was closed. I purchased a prepared Safeway® salad and whole mess of Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos. I was ready to commit mayhem when I set foot in my squalid room at Slob Manor.
Dinner was very enjoyable, though. I reflected on a completely stupid day in which I wasted a lot of time and petrol. In the end, moms went back to an abusive environment. That's moms' sacrifice, although it's wasted on a useless cause. Will the same thing happen again? You bet! It's happened before. Next time, I am tempted to tell moms to "just go back home." I did make one mistake today. I should have called 9-1-1 immediately and reported the incident. My bro could have been arrested for "senior abuse." I'll ask moms if she wants me to report the incident. We already know the answer. Moms will protect the abuser. My bro is exactly like pops. The time is rapidly approaching when I will have to jettison my family including moms. I can no longer tolerate the stupidity.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Wine 'n Chips
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was re-wrapping the gauze around the bandages on her leg. I helped moms wrap it correctly. Moms said that the swelling had gone down. Moms was also able to walk around, albeit awkwardly. I attempted to leave for town on the bus at 9:30am. I walked down to Lunalilo Home Road, only to see the bus pass by as I waited to cross the street. I made a second attempt a few minutes later. I rode the Route 232 shuttle to the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. From there, I transferred to the bus heading to town.
Once in town, I stopped by the Post Office to pay my box rental fee, which has gone up to $29 for six months. I also picked up my mail including the package containing the replacement cord for my Norelco® electric razor. I was able to board a bus heading back to Hawai'i Kai within minutes of finishing my business.
Moms prepared a simple lunch. Moms made rice and cut up fresh vegetables. The main dishes were a can of Coral® tuna and a can of Sea Alaska® pink salmon. I scooped out the Foremost® ice cream for dessert. I piddled around while moms took a nap. At 2:30pm, we departed for the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. The doctor has set up a referral to a surgeon at the main clinic in town. One of the wounds appears to not be healing properly. In the meantime, the doctor also prescribed more antibiotic medication.
I dropped moms off at home. I then drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai to retrieve the medication. I dropped the medication off with moms. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the covered parking structure in Koko Marina at 4:30pm. I did a quick cardio workout at the gym. I decided to pay Foodland another visit when I was done with my workout. I ran into the Asian hottie stylist. "Where's your girlfriend?" she asked, most likely referring to Lori. I don't have one, I replied. We ended up chatting for a bit. She was in the store looking for something to eat for dinner. She was working the late shift tonight at Supercuts®. "Are you cooking dinner?" she asked, looking in my basket. Yeah, I said, as I pointed to the big-ass bag of Doritos® tortilla chips. I mentioned that I may come in for a haircut sometime. After saying good-bye, I walked to the liquor department and grabbed a bottle of chilled Fox Brook® Chardonnay.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I decided to enjoy a glass of wine with my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. That is a "first," ladies and gentlemen. Might I add that the wine really complemented the "rations." My after-dinner hors d'oeuvres ... Doritos® with more wine. Am I livin' large, or what? Well, what else could we expect? I replaced the cord on my Norelco® razor only to discover that it is the shaver itself that has gone bad. Can I ever win? Well, aside from assisting moms, the highlight of my day was the chat with the Asian hottie stylist. Another Lolo-palooza kind-of-a-day. Sheesh!
Once in town, I stopped by the Post Office to pay my box rental fee, which has gone up to $29 for six months. I also picked up my mail including the package containing the replacement cord for my Norelco® electric razor. I was able to board a bus heading back to Hawai'i Kai within minutes of finishing my business.
Moms prepared a simple lunch. Moms made rice and cut up fresh vegetables. The main dishes were a can of Coral® tuna and a can of Sea Alaska® pink salmon. I scooped out the Foremost® ice cream for dessert. I piddled around while moms took a nap. At 2:30pm, we departed for the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. The doctor has set up a referral to a surgeon at the main clinic in town. One of the wounds appears to not be healing properly. In the meantime, the doctor also prescribed more antibiotic medication.
I dropped moms off at home. I then drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai to retrieve the medication. I dropped the medication off with moms. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the covered parking structure in Koko Marina at 4:30pm. I did a quick cardio workout at the gym. I decided to pay Foodland another visit when I was done with my workout. I ran into the Asian hottie stylist. "Where's your girlfriend?" she asked, most likely referring to Lori. I don't have one, I replied. We ended up chatting for a bit. She was in the store looking for something to eat for dinner. She was working the late shift tonight at Supercuts®. "Are you cooking dinner?" she asked, looking in my basket. Yeah, I said, as I pointed to the big-ass bag of Doritos® tortilla chips. I mentioned that I may come in for a haircut sometime. After saying good-bye, I walked to the liquor department and grabbed a bottle of chilled Fox Brook® Chardonnay.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I decided to enjoy a glass of wine with my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. That is a "first," ladies and gentlemen. Might I add that the wine really complemented the "rations." My after-dinner hors d'oeuvres ... Doritos® with more wine. Am I livin' large, or what? Well, what else could we expect? I replaced the cord on my Norelco® razor only to discover that it is the shaver itself that has gone bad. Can I ever win? Well, aside from assisting moms, the highlight of my day was the chat with the Asian hottie stylist. Another Lolo-palooza kind-of-a-day. Sheesh!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Lolo-palooza
I was off to Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am this morning. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was still unable to walk. Since it was still quite early, I washed my Nissan® Frontier truck. Washing the truck is becoming more of a detestable task each time I perform it. After that, I ran errands for moms. I stopped by Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. I helped moms prepare hot dogs for lunch. Moms also served fresh vegetables. I scooped out the Foremost® coffee ice cream dessert for both of us.
After lunch, I helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. From what I could tell, there was increased swelling in the region. There was also a large blood-inflamed area circumscribing one of the wounds. The stitched section of skin also appeared to be swelling. I called Straub Clinic in Koko Marina to see if there was any available slot open. Nada. However, I was able to reschedule for a slot tomorrow.
I walked down to the gym at 12:40pm. I did my usual Wednesday workout today. I have time-shifted my workouts this week to accommodate moms' appointments at the clinic. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. We chatted for a bit. Moms also had two groups of her friends stop by to visit. I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure my own stuff before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Upon my return, I performed the dreaded laundry tasks. As to be expected, there will be nothing out of the ordinary occurring for the rest of the day.
My sister-in-law has been assisting moms for the most part. Over the long weekend, my sister-in-law helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. My sister-in-law id attempting to retrieve the police incident report and associated information from Queen's Hospital. I had already contacted the hospital and was told that I would need a written consent from moms. My bro apparently had the information, but he "misplaced" it. I was surprised, and told moms that I may have been entirely wrong about my sister-in-law. I am not sure about my bro, though. He appears to have completely detached himself from the situation.
I have also been discussing with moms the possibility of pursuing a lawsuit in order to recover medical costs and punitive damages. Moms has been unable to walk or perform simple tasks for one week. I imagine that moms will be inconvenienced for at least two more weeks. There has been little communication from the House of Lolo. Moms mentioned that the lolo brought over a "get well" card with $60 enclosed. That's a far cry from actual remediation. The big hurdle is that of finding an attorney. We're already encountering difficulties with the Humane Society.
The "condotel" unit did not do well at all last month. I was $260 short of breaking even. The loss would have been worse, but my mortgage was decreased by $120 commencing last month. The tourist industry is on the verge of collapse. The first fatal strike was the closing down of operations by to key airlines serving Hawai'i. Now, fare increases due to high fuel costs are deterring travel to the islands. We're only at the beginning of the crisis. The Fed will be dropping short-term interest rates again, which will further increase commodity prices. Although somewhat simplistic, the Fed short-term interest rates have been moving inversely proportional to commodity prices. And, as I stated before, once prices go up, they never come back down.
After lunch, I helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. From what I could tell, there was increased swelling in the region. There was also a large blood-inflamed area circumscribing one of the wounds. The stitched section of skin also appeared to be swelling. I called Straub Clinic in Koko Marina to see if there was any available slot open. Nada. However, I was able to reschedule for a slot tomorrow.
I walked down to the gym at 12:40pm. I did my usual Wednesday workout today. I have time-shifted my workouts this week to accommodate moms' appointments at the clinic. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. We chatted for a bit. Moms also had two groups of her friends stop by to visit. I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure my own stuff before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Upon my return, I performed the dreaded laundry tasks. As to be expected, there will be nothing out of the ordinary occurring for the rest of the day.
My sister-in-law has been assisting moms for the most part. Over the long weekend, my sister-in-law helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. My sister-in-law id attempting to retrieve the police incident report and associated information from Queen's Hospital. I had already contacted the hospital and was told that I would need a written consent from moms. My bro apparently had the information, but he "misplaced" it. I was surprised, and told moms that I may have been entirely wrong about my sister-in-law. I am not sure about my bro, though. He appears to have completely detached himself from the situation.
I have also been discussing with moms the possibility of pursuing a lawsuit in order to recover medical costs and punitive damages. Moms has been unable to walk or perform simple tasks for one week. I imagine that moms will be inconvenienced for at least two more weeks. There has been little communication from the House of Lolo. Moms mentioned that the lolo brought over a "get well" card with $60 enclosed. That's a far cry from actual remediation. The big hurdle is that of finding an attorney. We're already encountering difficulties with the Humane Society.
The "condotel" unit did not do well at all last month. I was $260 short of breaking even. The loss would have been worse, but my mortgage was decreased by $120 commencing last month. The tourist industry is on the verge of collapse. The first fatal strike was the closing down of operations by to key airlines serving Hawai'i. Now, fare increases due to high fuel costs are deterring travel to the islands. We're only at the beginning of the crisis. The Fed will be dropping short-term interest rates again, which will further increase commodity prices. Although somewhat simplistic, the Fed short-term interest rates have been moving inversely proportional to commodity prices. And, as I stated before, once prices go up, they never come back down.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day 2008
Last night, I was ready to "throw in the towel," as it were. I was completely disgusted by everything. In fact, I wanted to dump all of my worldly possessions in the trash can. What could have caused such a disruption in sanity? Did I ingest some Creatine? I quickly changed from DI.FM to SKY.FM Smooth Jazz channel. I felt much better. However, I still wasn't certain about what was ready to set me off. Was it the gale force winds swirling dust and crap everywhere? The ant infestation? The idiotic Presidential (s)elections? The "herd mentality" of an entire nation of fools? The senseless "war on terror"? The crappy Safeway® Eating Right® granola? The sociopathic buddy? The Creatine cretin? The House of Lolo? Being robbed blind by the moneychangers?
Of course, my bouts with ascetic dysfunction seems to occur quite frequently. Perhaps my psyche is warning me that my sanity is close to the edge. Yet, I wonder, is it my calling to become a homeless nomad? What else could explain the restlessness, the anxiety, and the disdain with which I view any chance of a return to so-called "mainstream society"?
Another typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day? Not really. Today was almost an exact clone of Saturday's homeless guy emulation. The only difference was that I stopped by Macy's® after spending time at the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. I wanted to discover which of the grills were on sale. I quickly became sickened by the task at hand.
In fact, I had an odd sensation, as if someone had ripped the rose-colored glasses off of my face. I was surprised and dismayed because I had never previously felt that I viewed reality in an entirely skewed manner. I saw the store for what it was. I saw nothing but useless shiny objects. I saw shoppers walking around in ecstasy. Outside, I observed the endless traffic congesting around the mall. Thousands of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) resembled massive ant trails. The mall, the freeway, the high-rise condos across the street, all were symbolic mausoleums. These are the memorial tombs that we pay homage to on this holiday.
Once again, I did my usual workout at the gym in Koko Marina. I rode the bus there. I sat for a few minutes on one of the benches along the periphery. The parking lot was completely congested. Once again, my vision blurred to reveal the same memorial tombs that I saw at Kahala Mall. The gym was a welcome relief, although its purpose seemed ridiculous sans the rose-colored glasses. I stopped off at Foodland before departing. I purchased more lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos and one Fuji apple to balance off the atrocity. The parking lot was even more congested.
I walked to the bus stop. From there, I watched all of the 4000-pound motorized chairs navigating precariously through the tiny parking lot. Once aboard the bus, I was comforted in knowing that I was on my way out of the madness. Of course, returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is not akin to finding Paradise. A hideous traffic accident at the main entrance to Koko Marina caused even more traffic. As the bus drove past, I observed the wreckage of the remaining 4000-pound motorized chair. It's front end was completely smashed in. The collision had caused the air-bags to deploy. Memorial tombs in motion. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. The rest of the day and evening will be the same ol' shit.
What kind of holiday is this? I don't know. The useless wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are filling more memorial tombs and we cannot keep up with the bereavement. From what my naked eyes observed, the only memorial that we should be honoring is the coming end of civilization itself.
Of course, my bouts with ascetic dysfunction seems to occur quite frequently. Perhaps my psyche is warning me that my sanity is close to the edge. Yet, I wonder, is it my calling to become a homeless nomad? What else could explain the restlessness, the anxiety, and the disdain with which I view any chance of a return to so-called "mainstream society"?
Another typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day? Not really. Today was almost an exact clone of Saturday's homeless guy emulation. The only difference was that I stopped by Macy's® after spending time at the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. I wanted to discover which of the grills were on sale. I quickly became sickened by the task at hand.
In fact, I had an odd sensation, as if someone had ripped the rose-colored glasses off of my face. I was surprised and dismayed because I had never previously felt that I viewed reality in an entirely skewed manner. I saw the store for what it was. I saw nothing but useless shiny objects. I saw shoppers walking around in ecstasy. Outside, I observed the endless traffic congesting around the mall. Thousands of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) resembled massive ant trails. The mall, the freeway, the high-rise condos across the street, all were symbolic mausoleums. These are the memorial tombs that we pay homage to on this holiday.
Once again, I did my usual workout at the gym in Koko Marina. I rode the bus there. I sat for a few minutes on one of the benches along the periphery. The parking lot was completely congested. Once again, my vision blurred to reveal the same memorial tombs that I saw at Kahala Mall. The gym was a welcome relief, although its purpose seemed ridiculous sans the rose-colored glasses. I stopped off at Foodland before departing. I purchased more lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos and one Fuji apple to balance off the atrocity. The parking lot was even more congested.
I walked to the bus stop. From there, I watched all of the 4000-pound motorized chairs navigating precariously through the tiny parking lot. Once aboard the bus, I was comforted in knowing that I was on my way out of the madness. Of course, returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is not akin to finding Paradise. A hideous traffic accident at the main entrance to Koko Marina caused even more traffic. As the bus drove past, I observed the wreckage of the remaining 4000-pound motorized chair. It's front end was completely smashed in. The collision had caused the air-bags to deploy. Memorial tombs in motion. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. The rest of the day and evening will be the same ol' shit.
What kind of holiday is this? I don't know. The useless wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are filling more memorial tombs and we cannot keep up with the bereavement. From what my naked eyes observed, the only memorial that we should be honoring is the coming end of civilization itself.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Creatine Cretin
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been "taken down." I ended up in town to follow my usual itinerary. Some clown sat on the bench adjacent to the one I was sitting on along Fort Street Mall. He shared with me that Creatine causes violent psychotic responses. Creatine is used in those dubious "muscle mass" products. The cretin claimed that he almost ended up in jail after becoming violent through Creatine use. He then gave me the lowdown on antidepressants, and how the latter also seems to cause violent reactions as well. Subsequently, he walked off. I did my usual workout at the gym. Throughout the day, I moved in a non-hurried fashion. Yet, I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm.
The gale force winds are back. Dust, dirt, and other crap were swirling around my squalid room. The sugar ants and carpenter ants have gone "hog wild" in Slob Manor. They are now totally out of control. Even in my squalid room, I have found a significant infestation. I have been manually eradicating them. The rest of the house is a pig sty, which is why the ants have proliferated. There's garbage and rotten food everywhere. Well, that's why it's called Slob Manor.
Petrol prices continue to move upward, with the lowest octane petrol now at $4 per gallon in some parts of town. All other prices (e.g., food, sundries, and so forth) are also cascading upward. I have not seen it this bad ever. The sad part is that prices will never go down again unless the economy goes into a full deflationary downturn. Currently, we have both deflation (i.e., home prices and wages) and inflation (i.e., everything else) at the same time. And, we know where the Fed has positioned itself, eh?
The gale force winds are back. Dust, dirt, and other crap were swirling around my squalid room. The sugar ants and carpenter ants have gone "hog wild" in Slob Manor. They are now totally out of control. Even in my squalid room, I have found a significant infestation. I have been manually eradicating them. The rest of the house is a pig sty, which is why the ants have proliferated. There's garbage and rotten food everywhere. Well, that's why it's called Slob Manor.
Petrol prices continue to move upward, with the lowest octane petrol now at $4 per gallon in some parts of town. All other prices (e.g., food, sundries, and so forth) are also cascading upward. I have not seen it this bad ever. The sad part is that prices will never go down again unless the economy goes into a full deflationary downturn. Currently, we have both deflation (i.e., home prices and wages) and inflation (i.e., everything else) at the same time. And, we know where the Fed has positioned itself, eh?
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Deliverance
Last night, at about 10pm, I realized that I had made several non-footnoted references to the House of Lolo, Dirty Kimo, and so forth. I should have noted that the historical antecedents to the aforementioned go way back to the original journal. The original journal was first introduced online over 13 years ago. It has run continuously (sometimes in "underground" mode) for the duration. The only caustic blemish was when I was forced to drastically edit the journal to remove references to the former friend about four years ago. I sacrificed the future of the journal because I was weak. I was taken in by a babe, the hottie Persian former friend. I immediately corrected the folly of my ways. Yet, I was sickened when I compromised the integrity of the journal by editing it. I almost deleted it entirely. Now, the journal has carried over to the "blog."
I will be honest. I am eagerly anticipating the end of the "blog." I am simply waiting for the final exodus. I have been desperately trying to "line my ducks in a row." Sadly, I have been thwarted at every turn. The largest obstacle is the "condotel" unit. It is a major frontline divestiture that needs to happen now. Everything else is trivial. I can dump the rest of the crap without batting an eyelash. The caveat would be if the economy begins to collapse amidst the advent of the secular Apocalypse. I will sacrifice myself. I will remain in the thick of the pain and suffering. I will receive pain and suffer for it. Then, I will inflict pain and suffering of my own kind. The "blog," unfortunately, will have ended well before then.
I tried to understand my bro. Had the House of Lolo's mangy mutt attacked him, he would have fatally maimed the varmint and possibly even the lolo himself. Yet, in moms' case, he remains passive and accommodating. Not to worry. During the onslaught of the secular Apocalypse, I will return to the House of Lolo and supervise its fall. In the most perverse of times to come, I will have achieved the highest mental clarity.
There are many believers of the "Great Unraveling." I am a believer and a skeptic at the same time. I am a believer because I know that the boondoggle of the converging destinies is upon us. I know that the epidemic of the "seven sins" is running rampant and unchecked. However, I remain skeptical because I know the ingenuity and cunning of evil. The alchemy of evil allows its practitioners to conjure up ways to buy time. Patiently I wait for the fall of their "house of cards." I will be there for the "deliverance." I will also be there to deliver retribution. After several glasses of the Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine, I came to realize that I am part of the chosen underlings, the ones appointed to witness the "deliverance" and to perform the act of "delivering." When I speak of "delivery," I'm not talking about FedEx®.
The alchemists rely upon sorcery and soothsaying to perpetuate the motion of the "system." Evil is its engine. The Dark Side is its frontier. To the practitioners, the source of power is infinite. That is but a ruse. Even in their hearts of stone, they know the truth. The Day of Reckoning is coming soon. When I speak of "deliverance," I speak not in tongues. I am referring to the time of "deliverance." We are very close to that juncture. Why is the latter concept so difficult to comprehend? Heck, I, myself, may not be "delivered." Of what consequence is that? I will have certainly reaped what I have sowed. Yet, in my eyes, the witnessing of universal justice will be my "deliverance," whether I survive its occurrence or not. What say you?
There is one other point to be made today and that is the power of tribal, klan, or familial ties. My case, a minor point, is my return to Hawai'i as part of my familial obligation to my parents, perhaps cultural but not of any overt consequence. When I completed the reading of the entire Riverbend "blog," I became even more cognizant of the inherent strength of tribal, klan, and familial ties. It's as much of a weakness as it is a virtue. Why are we so willing to kill or maim in the name of those ties? From what I perceive, the problem is misguided trust. Most of us are unwilling to place faith in an uncertain "deliverance." We have allowed the sorcerers and the soothsayers to get the best of us. Mind you, I am not "trivializing" the tribal, klan, or familial institutions. On the contrary, I have discovered why they are important, and why they have become misguided.
A not-so-usual homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has passed. I must admit, I was extremely groggy when I woke up. I had polished off the whole bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine last night. What a maroon! I made the hasty decision to ride the bus to Kahala Mall this morning at 8:30am si I could enjoy a hot cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café. I perused a few magazines. Later, I walked around the store in search of any interesting new books. I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:45am. When I aighted the bus, I walked to Kawaikui Beach Park. I spent a few minutes enjoying the scenery. The trade winds were blowing, so the was no "vog" to ruin the view of the ocean and the blue sky.
Back in my squalid room, I ate a modest quantity of the marginal Safeway® Eating Right® granola. I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai on the bus after that. I decided to waste some time by alighting at the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. I waited for the Route 232 bus and rode it to Koko Marina. An old guy almost mowed me down with his 4000-pound motorized chair. I was walking across the entrance to the library in the sidewalk when the loser made a quick left-turn to avoid oncoming traffic. I read the clown the "riot act," although he attempted to defend his maneuver. Has he ever heard of the driving concept called, "right of way"? Apparently not. So, why does he have a license to drive?
I did my usual workout at the gym. I then stopped off at Foodland to purchase a small container of Ahi Poke and two lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos. As I walked out of Foodland, I saw the bus pass by. I had to wait another 30 minutes. Fortunately, I used the frozen burritos to keep the Ahi Poke sufficiently cooled.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. For a snack, I devoured the Ahi Poke. I was too full to concern myself with the frozen burritos. They will keep for another day. The evening? Same ol' shit sans cheap booze. Incidentally, I had to transfer $250 from my investment accounts to my local bank the other night. I did not realize that my checking account balance was at $300 (the new minimum that I had decided upon). The problem is that I believe there is still one check outstanding from a month ago. I have so little desire to monitor my finances anymore. I am slowly being robbed blind, so I have just put it out of my mind. I am waiting for "deliverance."
I will be honest. I am eagerly anticipating the end of the "blog." I am simply waiting for the final exodus. I have been desperately trying to "line my ducks in a row." Sadly, I have been thwarted at every turn. The largest obstacle is the "condotel" unit. It is a major frontline divestiture that needs to happen now. Everything else is trivial. I can dump the rest of the crap without batting an eyelash. The caveat would be if the economy begins to collapse amidst the advent of the secular Apocalypse. I will sacrifice myself. I will remain in the thick of the pain and suffering. I will receive pain and suffer for it. Then, I will inflict pain and suffering of my own kind. The "blog," unfortunately, will have ended well before then.
I tried to understand my bro. Had the House of Lolo's mangy mutt attacked him, he would have fatally maimed the varmint and possibly even the lolo himself. Yet, in moms' case, he remains passive and accommodating. Not to worry. During the onslaught of the secular Apocalypse, I will return to the House of Lolo and supervise its fall. In the most perverse of times to come, I will have achieved the highest mental clarity.
There are many believers of the "Great Unraveling." I am a believer and a skeptic at the same time. I am a believer because I know that the boondoggle of the converging destinies is upon us. I know that the epidemic of the "seven sins" is running rampant and unchecked. However, I remain skeptical because I know the ingenuity and cunning of evil. The alchemy of evil allows its practitioners to conjure up ways to buy time. Patiently I wait for the fall of their "house of cards." I will be there for the "deliverance." I will also be there to deliver retribution. After several glasses of the Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine, I came to realize that I am part of the chosen underlings, the ones appointed to witness the "deliverance" and to perform the act of "delivering." When I speak of "delivery," I'm not talking about FedEx®.
The alchemists rely upon sorcery and soothsaying to perpetuate the motion of the "system." Evil is its engine. The Dark Side is its frontier. To the practitioners, the source of power is infinite. That is but a ruse. Even in their hearts of stone, they know the truth. The Day of Reckoning is coming soon. When I speak of "deliverance," I speak not in tongues. I am referring to the time of "deliverance." We are very close to that juncture. Why is the latter concept so difficult to comprehend? Heck, I, myself, may not be "delivered." Of what consequence is that? I will have certainly reaped what I have sowed. Yet, in my eyes, the witnessing of universal justice will be my "deliverance," whether I survive its occurrence or not. What say you?
There is one other point to be made today and that is the power of tribal, klan, or familial ties. My case, a minor point, is my return to Hawai'i as part of my familial obligation to my parents, perhaps cultural but not of any overt consequence. When I completed the reading of the entire Riverbend "blog," I became even more cognizant of the inherent strength of tribal, klan, and familial ties. It's as much of a weakness as it is a virtue. Why are we so willing to kill or maim in the name of those ties? From what I perceive, the problem is misguided trust. Most of us are unwilling to place faith in an uncertain "deliverance." We have allowed the sorcerers and the soothsayers to get the best of us. Mind you, I am not "trivializing" the tribal, klan, or familial institutions. On the contrary, I have discovered why they are important, and why they have become misguided.
A not-so-usual homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has passed. I must admit, I was extremely groggy when I woke up. I had polished off the whole bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine last night. What a maroon! I made the hasty decision to ride the bus to Kahala Mall this morning at 8:30am si I could enjoy a hot cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café. I perused a few magazines. Later, I walked around the store in search of any interesting new books. I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:45am. When I aighted the bus, I walked to Kawaikui Beach Park. I spent a few minutes enjoying the scenery. The trade winds were blowing, so the was no "vog" to ruin the view of the ocean and the blue sky.
Back in my squalid room, I ate a modest quantity of the marginal Safeway® Eating Right® granola. I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai on the bus after that. I decided to waste some time by alighting at the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. I waited for the Route 232 bus and rode it to Koko Marina. An old guy almost mowed me down with his 4000-pound motorized chair. I was walking across the entrance to the library in the sidewalk when the loser made a quick left-turn to avoid oncoming traffic. I read the clown the "riot act," although he attempted to defend his maneuver. Has he ever heard of the driving concept called, "right of way"? Apparently not. So, why does he have a license to drive?
I did my usual workout at the gym. I then stopped off at Foodland to purchase a small container of Ahi Poke and two lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos. As I walked out of Foodland, I saw the bus pass by. I had to wait another 30 minutes. Fortunately, I used the frozen burritos to keep the Ahi Poke sufficiently cooled.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. For a snack, I devoured the Ahi Poke. I was too full to concern myself with the frozen burritos. They will keep for another day. The evening? Same ol' shit sans cheap booze. Incidentally, I had to transfer $250 from my investment accounts to my local bank the other night. I did not realize that my checking account balance was at $300 (the new minimum that I had decided upon). The problem is that I believe there is still one check outstanding from a month ago. I have so little desire to monitor my finances anymore. I am slowly being robbed blind, so I have just put it out of my mind. I am waiting for "deliverance."
Friday, May 23, 2008
Mangy Mutt Meltdown
I was feeling a little despondent last night. Even the weather proved to be melancholy with a touch of rain. I did not sleep well at all last night. My mind went through multiple scenarios of "taking down" the mangy House of Lolo mutt. I also envisioned myself as the "Punisher" of the entire House of Lolo. The world should be thankful that I never became a cop (i.e., Dirty Kimo). Sheesh!
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made my obligatory stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. I performed a few small tasks for moms. Then, I spent a little more time grinding down the callouses on the soles of my feet with the pumice stone. Moms was a little more ambulatory, but walking was still a cumbersome task. Seeing moms suffer that way only increased the rage that has been brewing below the surface of my already fragile mental state.
At 10:30am, I drove to Koko Marina to purchase a couple of plate lunches from Yummy's Korean Barbeque. Moms was able to sit at the table and eat a decent meal. Yesterday, moms hardly ate anything. After lunch, moms took a brief nap. At 12:30pm, I gave moms a ride to the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. I accompanied moms to the lobby of the clinic. Moms and I waited until she was called. The nursing assistant was kind enough to provide a wheelchair. Needless to say, I shuddered when I saw moms sitting in the wheelchair. I sat outside and noted that the hottie Asian receptionist had returned from lunch. After a while, the doctor came out to speak with me. She said that moms' injuries were progressing well. I followed the doctor back to the examination room. The nursing assistant returned to apply the new dressing to the wounds. She showed us the steps, although moms and I knew them quite well. She also went over the list of supplies that moms would need to dress the wound daily.
The nursing assistant wheeled moms out to the parking lot where I had my Nissan® Frontier truck parked. With moms aboard, we expressed our gratitude and said good-bye. I dropped moms off. I drove back to Koko Marina. I was able to park in the shade in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did an abridged version of my usual workout. The time was nearly 4pm when I exited. I drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased the bandages, gauze roll, and a tube of Bacitracin for moms. I rushed back to deliver the supplies to moms. I briefly went over each of the products with moms. Then, I helped moms to consolidate all of the relevant documents and billing that has so far been involved.
I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase my own stuff. A loaf of bread, three lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos (for dinner), and bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine (for dessert), which were all on sale, made up my wish list. I made out like a bandit. Really? Well, not really. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit three days earlier than scheduled. I do not want to be doing any mundane chores during the holiday weekend, not that it matters. I am, after all, an emancipated wage slave.
I was able to discuss a number of concerns with moms. My bro does not want to cause any problems for the House of Lolo, so he has washed his hands of the whole affair. So far, no one from the House of Lolo has said anything to moms. They have made no offer to even pay for the medical expenses. In fact, the whole House of Lolo has been acting suspiciously. I suggested to moms that a lawsuit may be the only solution in order to obtain suitable compensation for moms. Even the doctor could guess the size of the mangy mutt by looking at the wounds. Moms is fortunate to be alive. For the time being, I must work around my bro and not usurp his authority over his household and his property. However, moms is not a legal dependant of my bro. He has no authority over moms. Thus, moms must do what is right for her. And, I will be there to assist moms.
Dinner was mediocre at best. Did I expect more? Not really. Incidentally, the Safeway® Eating Right® granola was horrible. The clusters looked and tasted like plastic. The ingredients resemble a chemistry experiment gone awry (i.e., vitamin-fortified). Well, I popped the cork of the bottle of cheap booze at 7:53pm. The evening? Not exactly the same ol' shit, but it works for me.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made my obligatory stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. I performed a few small tasks for moms. Then, I spent a little more time grinding down the callouses on the soles of my feet with the pumice stone. Moms was a little more ambulatory, but walking was still a cumbersome task. Seeing moms suffer that way only increased the rage that has been brewing below the surface of my already fragile mental state.
At 10:30am, I drove to Koko Marina to purchase a couple of plate lunches from Yummy's Korean Barbeque. Moms was able to sit at the table and eat a decent meal. Yesterday, moms hardly ate anything. After lunch, moms took a brief nap. At 12:30pm, I gave moms a ride to the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. I accompanied moms to the lobby of the clinic. Moms and I waited until she was called. The nursing assistant was kind enough to provide a wheelchair. Needless to say, I shuddered when I saw moms sitting in the wheelchair. I sat outside and noted that the hottie Asian receptionist had returned from lunch. After a while, the doctor came out to speak with me. She said that moms' injuries were progressing well. I followed the doctor back to the examination room. The nursing assistant returned to apply the new dressing to the wounds. She showed us the steps, although moms and I knew them quite well. She also went over the list of supplies that moms would need to dress the wound daily.
The nursing assistant wheeled moms out to the parking lot where I had my Nissan® Frontier truck parked. With moms aboard, we expressed our gratitude and said good-bye. I dropped moms off. I drove back to Koko Marina. I was able to park in the shade in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did an abridged version of my usual workout. The time was nearly 4pm when I exited. I drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased the bandages, gauze roll, and a tube of Bacitracin for moms. I rushed back to deliver the supplies to moms. I briefly went over each of the products with moms. Then, I helped moms to consolidate all of the relevant documents and billing that has so far been involved.
I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase my own stuff. A loaf of bread, three lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos (for dinner), and bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine (for dessert), which were all on sale, made up my wish list. I made out like a bandit. Really? Well, not really. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit three days earlier than scheduled. I do not want to be doing any mundane chores during the holiday weekend, not that it matters. I am, after all, an emancipated wage slave.
I was able to discuss a number of concerns with moms. My bro does not want to cause any problems for the House of Lolo, so he has washed his hands of the whole affair. So far, no one from the House of Lolo has said anything to moms. They have made no offer to even pay for the medical expenses. In fact, the whole House of Lolo has been acting suspiciously. I suggested to moms that a lawsuit may be the only solution in order to obtain suitable compensation for moms. Even the doctor could guess the size of the mangy mutt by looking at the wounds. Moms is fortunate to be alive. For the time being, I must work around my bro and not usurp his authority over his household and his property. However, moms is not a legal dependant of my bro. He has no authority over moms. Thus, moms must do what is right for her. And, I will be there to assist moms.
Dinner was mediocre at best. Did I expect more? Not really. Incidentally, the Safeway® Eating Right® granola was horrible. The clusters looked and tasted like plastic. The ingredients resemble a chemistry experiment gone awry (i.e., vitamin-fortified). Well, I popped the cork of the bottle of cheap booze at 7:53pm. The evening? Not exactly the same ol' shit, but it works for me.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Mangy Mutt
Moms had apparently been outside in the backyard looking over the lemon tree near the fence that separates the property from the House of Lolo. Without any warning, the crazy dog that has been held prisoner for years in the backyard of the House of Lolo broke free through the termite-eaten wooden planks of the fence. The dog launched itself high over moms head and ended up in the yard. Within seconds, the dog attacked moms, leaving her bleeding on the ground and crying for help. My bro was already home from work, but he could not hear moms screaming from the back yard. However, he saw the mangy mutt trotting about and returned it to the House of Lolo. Moms was able to stagger back to the lanai, covered in blood. Only when she literally crawled into the house did my bro finally see what happened.
To his credit, my bro quickly mobilized himself and drove moms to the small Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. However, the clinic is not set up for emergency care. An ambulance was called, but somehow my bro ended up driving moms to the emergency room of the Queen's Hospital. They were there from 6pm to after 10pm. Moms said that they were waiting for a long time. However, they also filed an incident report with a police officer. Moms ended up with two sets of stitches on her right leg.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made my usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. I found moms lying on her bed with a large gauze-wrapped bandage on her leg. Blood was seeping through the gauze. Moms said that she could barely walk. I did a few small tasks for moms before driving down to Koko Marina. I shopped for a few fruits and vegetables for moms. I also dropped by Kozo Sushi and Loco Moco to pick up lunch. I also stopped by the Straub Clinic to see if I could make a follow-up appointment for moms. The hottie Asian receptionist at the front desk was extremely helpful and booked an appointment for next Tuesday.
When I returned, moms had hobbled into the kitchen. I unpacked the groceries and the lunches. Moms wanted an earlier date for the appointment, so I promised to stop by Straub on the way to the gym. I chatted with moms about the incident. It seems that my bro does not want to cause any friction with the House of Lolo. So, there does not seem to be any effort to have the mangy mutt "put down," or to press for any reimbursement for medical expenses. I was more than a little perturbed. When I walked out into the backyard, I could still hear the mangy mutt growling in the backyard of the House of Lolo.
I walked to Koko Marina at 12:15pm. I stopped by Straub and was able to change moms' appointment. The hottie Asian receptionist was not there. I made a call to the police from a payphone. I was urged to recover the incident report number and the name of the police officer who filed the report from the hospital. I was also told that I had to file a report with the Humane Society.
I did an abridged version of my usual workout. After a shower, I walked back in the sweltering heat. There was no sign of the trade winds. In fact, the "vog" has come back with a vengeance. Moms was still napping when I arrived. I made a call to the hospital, only to discover that no information would be released to me. Why didn't the bro acquire the information when he and moms were filing the police report? I then called the Humane Society and filed a preliminary report. The representative said that he will be able to obtain a copy of the police report. Someone will be coming out to Hawai'i Kai to complete the investigation. I want to make sure that the mangy mutt is "put down."
When moms woke up, I helped her with replacing the blood-stained bandage. Moms cut the gauze and removed the old bandage. Then, using hydrogen peroxide, moms cleaned off the dried blood from the wound. The stitches were fairly large. The mangy mutt had taken two bites out of moms' leg. We applied the antibacterial creme and replaced the bandage. Then, we wrapped the gauze around the bandage. Moms held the gauze taut while I taped it up. My bro returned home with his son just as I was throwing the old bandage in the trash can. I chatted with him briefly, but there was no point. Not even a family tragedy can fill the rift. I decided to make a quick exit.
On my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased two Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner and a carton of milk. I reflected on the day during the short drive. Moms had been fortunate. The run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt could have been fatal. The mutt has never been trained, nor has anyone ever walked it outside of its backyard prison. I felt incredible rage and helpless frustration all at the same time.
I am going to try to relax for the rest of the evening. Moms made it through the ordeal, so I am eternally grateful. Last night, I completed reading the last few entries of Riverbend's "blog," which were not included in the second printed volume. I had already read the second to last entry a long time ago. However, I wanted to insure that I maintained continuity. Riverbend and her family made the difficult decision to move to Syria. They, in turn, became one of the millions of Iraqi refugees not knowing what their future will bring.
Ultimately, of course, the time has come for me to plan for the time when moms is gone. Frankly, I have been going through a number of scenarios in my mind for a while now, although I have deliberately not mentioned anything in the "blog." That time could have come yesterday at the paws of a mangy mutt. I have implemented a number of steps to increase my "transience," but I am far from the ideal. So, essentially, I have come back full-circle to the origins of the "blog," that is, the final exodus. For now, I just want to "put down" the mangy mutt that attacked moms.
To his credit, my bro quickly mobilized himself and drove moms to the small Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. However, the clinic is not set up for emergency care. An ambulance was called, but somehow my bro ended up driving moms to the emergency room of the Queen's Hospital. They were there from 6pm to after 10pm. Moms said that they were waiting for a long time. However, they also filed an incident report with a police officer. Moms ended up with two sets of stitches on her right leg.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made my usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. I found moms lying on her bed with a large gauze-wrapped bandage on her leg. Blood was seeping through the gauze. Moms said that she could barely walk. I did a few small tasks for moms before driving down to Koko Marina. I shopped for a few fruits and vegetables for moms. I also dropped by Kozo Sushi and Loco Moco to pick up lunch. I also stopped by the Straub Clinic to see if I could make a follow-up appointment for moms. The hottie Asian receptionist at the front desk was extremely helpful and booked an appointment for next Tuesday.
When I returned, moms had hobbled into the kitchen. I unpacked the groceries and the lunches. Moms wanted an earlier date for the appointment, so I promised to stop by Straub on the way to the gym. I chatted with moms about the incident. It seems that my bro does not want to cause any friction with the House of Lolo. So, there does not seem to be any effort to have the mangy mutt "put down," or to press for any reimbursement for medical expenses. I was more than a little perturbed. When I walked out into the backyard, I could still hear the mangy mutt growling in the backyard of the House of Lolo.
I walked to Koko Marina at 12:15pm. I stopped by Straub and was able to change moms' appointment. The hottie Asian receptionist was not there. I made a call to the police from a payphone. I was urged to recover the incident report number and the name of the police officer who filed the report from the hospital. I was also told that I had to file a report with the Humane Society.
I did an abridged version of my usual workout. After a shower, I walked back in the sweltering heat. There was no sign of the trade winds. In fact, the "vog" has come back with a vengeance. Moms was still napping when I arrived. I made a call to the hospital, only to discover that no information would be released to me. Why didn't the bro acquire the information when he and moms were filing the police report? I then called the Humane Society and filed a preliminary report. The representative said that he will be able to obtain a copy of the police report. Someone will be coming out to Hawai'i Kai to complete the investigation. I want to make sure that the mangy mutt is "put down."
When moms woke up, I helped her with replacing the blood-stained bandage. Moms cut the gauze and removed the old bandage. Then, using hydrogen peroxide, moms cleaned off the dried blood from the wound. The stitches were fairly large. The mangy mutt had taken two bites out of moms' leg. We applied the antibacterial creme and replaced the bandage. Then, we wrapped the gauze around the bandage. Moms held the gauze taut while I taped it up. My bro returned home with his son just as I was throwing the old bandage in the trash can. I chatted with him briefly, but there was no point. Not even a family tragedy can fill the rift. I decided to make a quick exit.
On my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased two Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner and a carton of milk. I reflected on the day during the short drive. Moms had been fortunate. The run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt could have been fatal. The mutt has never been trained, nor has anyone ever walked it outside of its backyard prison. I felt incredible rage and helpless frustration all at the same time.
I am going to try to relax for the rest of the evening. Moms made it through the ordeal, so I am eternally grateful. Last night, I completed reading the last few entries of Riverbend's "blog," which were not included in the second printed volume. I had already read the second to last entry a long time ago. However, I wanted to insure that I maintained continuity. Riverbend and her family made the difficult decision to move to Syria. They, in turn, became one of the millions of Iraqi refugees not knowing what their future will bring.
Ultimately, of course, the time has come for me to plan for the time when moms is gone. Frankly, I have been going through a number of scenarios in my mind for a while now, although I have deliberately not mentioned anything in the "blog." That time could have come yesterday at the paws of a mangy mutt. I have implemented a number of steps to increase my "transience," but I am far from the ideal. So, essentially, I have come back full-circle to the origins of the "blog," that is, the final exodus. For now, I just want to "put down" the mangy mutt that attacked moms.
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