Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: May 2006

  • 20060518-Cloud Busters

    My photo taken of a ‘blue hole effect’ located above our house and after planting the CB created by J---/Sensei into the SW corner of our backyard.
    Image source: IMG_1383 taken on 5/18/2006 7:10:44 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.

    The whole day was nothing but lots of talking and encouragement with prompted my clapping of hands whenever everyone else did. I think I could stay at this company a bit longer because I assume they need me to continue their efforts with reaching a goal. We received our usual ration of free meals; two buttons and gray colored sweat shirt with high neck.

    I had my eyes half closed in mediation in the dimly lit meeting room of the old building. Sometimes I actually caught myself with eyes completely closed. I do not understand my lack of interest due to wanting to leave the place and my position of three and one half years (including the time being a temporary worker).

    At 04:45PM, I left the building in a hurry and wanted to go home so I could sleep. Upon arrival at 05:00PM, I received my three boxes. Two were from a company selling allergy products. The other box contained my very first and heavy CB created by J—/Sensei.

    I opened the two less important ones and in thirty minutes I had the third opened. I hurriedly read the two-paged instructions personally hand written by a “Josh”, who had the cleanest hand writing befit of graphic artists. I wonder if I should call the lad.

    But at 05:40PM, I was already out the door and on my way to the nearest hardware store. There was a large orange cart conveniently located near my parking space. There were hardly any people inside the building.

    I knew I had to go to the plumbing section but couldn’t find my six piece item at the first glance. At least there was one guy with the orange apron who directed me further back to the next aisle numbered thirty-three (33). I slowly made my way to the aisle and wondered what I should do next.

    One white ‘watcher,’ who was wearing a devil’s beard and dark cobalt blue long sleeve shirt, was shopping at my aisle. I hummed a tune so he could hear while I made sure I got the one inch piece with the help of another worker nearby. I noticed another but taller white ‘watcher’ with the biggest girth.

    This store was indeed well stocked. They had five pieces already bundled. All I had to do was get the sixth one to assemble my CB. These items were not heavy and were at least five feet in length as instructed. So I casually carted the object to the self-service checkout where the lady helped scanned my items.

    I stuffed the pieces in my trunk but had to pull the child seat down to make room. The clear blue sky that was all around coming home from the company meeting slowly had these straight fluffy white clouds as I drove home from the hardware store. The cool breeze was pleasant as I had my car windows rolled down.

    Soon, I found myself inside the house and out to the backyard with my six pieces. The palms of my hands had the tinge of green color from holding my purchase. That didn’t bother me and quickly dressed in my ‘gardening’ clothes.

    My mother made all sorts of controversial statements about my clearing activities. But I tried to ignore her and immediately shoveled a nice hole into the ground at the southwest corner of the backyard.

    This did nothing to phase my enthusiasm as I looked up into the skies and saw the clouds form from southwest to northwest. Pictures were taken of these sudden cloud appearances around 06:30PM and prior to placing my CB into the soil.

    Five of the pieces went in place nicely. But I had to use the head of the pliers to work a sixth hole into a descent circle because it was damaged during shipment. I looked up into the skies and saw popcorns shapes. I took more pictures when I completed my task around 07:00PM.

    My hope is to invite love and light and provide the necessary balance of nature and beyond. There is no harm intended. And only my pictures could provide reasonable belief in my efforts to clear my environment.

    There could be only faith in knowing I did as much as I could without feeling nervous, guilty or scared. Gifting is part the whole picture and well worth the effort. Today, I planted my first CB into Mother Earth.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060517-Leasurely Limp

    On Wednesday, we had lots to do with Paw having his procedure done. The day started out with me being awaken at 06:30AM by Paw who was already dressed and ready to be driven to the hospital.

    Since my purpose in this lifetime has been the designated driver of the family, all three of us then went to pick up Brat at his house. We then proceeded to buy four sandwiches from the local store and two lottery tickets.

    The travel was fine and lasted only fifteen minutes as long as we stayed in the carpool lane on northbound Highway 101. We made the 08:00AM check in at the front registration and were given a map to navigate inside the building towards the Radiology department. The hospital is being renovated at the front and the walking time was longer as a result.

    The waiting room was not packed and was grateful the air was not stuffy to breathe. I took turns with Maw and Brat to get up and walk around to the bathroom or outside. There was little to do. Maw and I decided to have brunch of minestrone soup at the cafeteria around 10:00AM.

    We waited anxiously until 11:00AM when we gave our Paw quick good luck kisses and blessings. Mel, the eighty year old man, conversed with Maw and Brat about Naval life; making models and being normal. I meditated as usual with my eyes closed to relax myself and pray for the all to be well with everyone.

    Brat was hungry and wanted burgers. So we left the building around 11:30AM in search of food. I didn’t want to leave Maw alone in the waiting room but Brat was the most worried of us three. We decided to keep the parking space; leave the car and walk to the nearest burger restaurant.

    My purpose was to take a leisurely walk with Brat, enjoy the scenery; get the much needed exercise and work up an appetite before consuming my food. For whatever reason, my right knee started to hurt with a definite pinch somewhere on the outside joint.

    I requested Brat we turn back but he smiled at me; encouraged me forward and claimed that: ‘It is all in my mind’. I thought to myself that I could overcome this pain and limped onward but slowly with small steps, each one being gingerly taken.
    The tall trees providing the cool comfort of shade from the bright noontime sun, which was beating down on us through amazingly clear blue skies. The cool breeze also made the walk pleasant as I cooled down from overheating with this form of exercise – walking.

    I have noticed lady bugs and pill bugs crossing our paths. I was careful not to step on anything moving and small beneath my feet. Each step was a blessing; each step increased the pain. I continued onward for thirty minutes until we reached the corner.

    We then bought our meals; sat down in the stuffy restaurant and discussed him wanting to have a non-denominational marriage in Hawaii with only immediate family members. This sounded like a good plan and I am sure Twit would accept Brat’s proposal, if he only knew her ring size and when the good time would be to pop the question.

    Brat and I exited the restaurant and, for whatever reason, he punched a wall (probably out of frustration) and had caused an open wound injury to his right middle knuckle. So we went to two stores; found his bandages and antibiotic; and greeted Talofa, or ‘Hello’ in Samoa, to the salesclerk named Tua.

    Another thirty minutes was somewhat slower and I continued to limp behind the smiling Brat. He kept looking back at his fatter and older sister. And I tried to smile back at him in vain and complained once in a while. I noticed two ‘watchers’ along the way.

    At 01:00PM, we arrived to find Maw no longer in the waiting room. We inquired and then navigated back to the main lobby to take the elevator to the fifth floor. I was weight down with sandwiches and drinks for Maw because I knew she needed something to eat.

    Paw was on his back and apparently finished eating his meal with Maw attending nearby. I helped Paw drink almost every drop of the bottled water with much effort because the straw was bent out of shape. And I cleaned him up as bit before he drifted off to sleep from the sedatives.

    Brat was looking tired and we were all relieved that Paw was doing fine. All three of us debated that we kids should take off for another two hours before Paw could be discharged. This was enough time for his wound to heal a bit from the surgery. So we both left at around 01:30PM.

    I dropped off Brat and I did many things at home like cleaning up the house and taking a much needed shower to remove the stink of my walk. The pain in my knee was mysterious and all I could do was take over the counter medication to relieve the symptoms. Brat suggested this pain could be gout, arthritis or lack of exercise.

    At 03:15PM and after receiving two of Maws calls a few minutes earlier, we both headed back to the hospital to pick up Paw. After driving 70mph, we arrived at 03:40PM to find both parents waiting at the very front of the hospital bench and sitting together like peas in a pod.

    I limped back to the car and drove up to pick all three up at the loading zone. We went to the other doctor to pick up the prescription for Paw and then drove home on the carpool lane. The travel time took thirty minutes this time because of the rush hour.

    As a good daughter, I did as much as I could without complaining much. As a good sister, I seem to sustain some injury while enjoying times with Brat. As a tired person, I had gone to bed early at 09:00PM and did not enter my blog for the day.

    The day was worrisome but the results turned out good for all of us. Paw got another chance in life; while Maw and Brat were relieved. As for me, my lesson for the day was to improve my outlook in life by taking more leisurely walks to enjoy nature and the outdoors.

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  • 20060615-Cleaning Stuffed

    Today was another ordinary day of working hard in front of the computer and cleaning out the closets upstairs. I cross-trained the temporary brat and three of us went to the downstairs cafeteria to buy lunch. I forgot my cash inside my black bag and ended up charging my credit card for a protein drink made out of soy milk and fruits and a dark chocolate made out of organic ingredients.

    I was after the liqueur effects from this chocolate bar, which I ate all by myself later on after drinking my protein drink. I really should be more sharing because the brat reached out in a joking manner to grab a piece of my US3.50 treat. Then ‘Darkman Laundry’, one of the collectors, came by to inquire on one of his customers and I jokingly told him that my underling was being rude.

    My lunch was limited to these two foods because I did not want to suffer another painful bout of flare ups when comes the time for my bowel movements. I saw some prepared salads inside clear plastic bowls shaped like a UFO but decided not to get this for lunch because of the possible effects from ‘roughage’. The protein drink was smooth and sweet and I could live on liquid diet for the rest of my life.

    My work continued to be painful as I sat down and got up very frequently. I found myself typing on the keyboard and navigating with the mouse in an awkward position. Around three o’clock in the afternoon, I felt hardly felt any pain in the ring of fire below. This was after stretching my back by reclining on my work chair as far back as approximately forty-five degrees. The brat showed me the lever to the left of the chair that allows one to recline backwards.

    After another fine day of catching up with my work, there was the business of cleaning out the stuffed animals from this large hefty sized plastic bag and one large plastic container. I brought out some stuffed animals and displayed on both the armoire and the dresser located in the guest room. I thought about the dust building up eventually on the stuffed animal toys and decided to return them to storage.

    The old toys from our childhood went back inside the same large, clear plastic container. The other stuffed toys were bagged up for Brat to be picked up later near the area where he normally picks up his mail. These were either recently purchased by him during shopping sprees with Twit to show his feigned interest in these mindless Sanrio Surprises or past gifts given to him by other enamored females.

    The cleaning out of stuffed animal toys from my bedroom closet was completed around midnight. I tidied up some more items and laid upstairs in the guest bedroom to meditate by staring above into the white acoustic bumps of the ceiling to form pictures from my mind. I didn’t see anything but heard my complimentary noise to my right side near the window.

    I continued to stare at the ceiling when a temporary brightness from my dilating pupils signaled me to head off to bed around 01:08PM. After about an hour, I mysteriously heard the vacuum cleaner making noise downstairs. But I drifted off to sleep because there is more work of cleaning out stuff.

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  • 20060514-Mother’s Day

    I greet Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers. Today has been quite an experience. My morning started out with the greetings of hugs, kisses and my card. About two hours later, Brat’s gift was pretty flowers in a ceramic tea pot of softly painted flowers.

    We three had breakfast of coffee and plain toast and conversed about our experiences from yesterday with a belligerent relative and her twit husband of hers at the parking lot sale at Moffett Field, CA.

    For over three decades, my bio-units and I have lived peacefully together in the South Bay without much interference from the boisterous lives of Paw’s paternal B@!!#!*$ bio-units. We tried to avoid any further dissension among our East Bay relatives.

    We had thought all along that not arguing and keeping silent, which is typical of Paw maternal L@n#z bio-units, would have been the best solution. We were wrong. We realized that by hiding the truth only creates more confusion, hurt and resentment and by tolerating bad behavior would only fuel the self centered thinking of always being right.

    Yesterday, we learned a hard lesson in life. There is no justice served when confronted by nasty people who are allowed to continue the path of harsh intentions towards anyone regardless. In my opinion, there is no hope for these kinds of people who have already gone too far to accept accountability for wrongs done in the past.

    There were relatives prior to us who have experienced the same unfortunate effect of meanness from this same ‘black sheep’ of the bio-units. Yesterday’s phone call to the relatives living in Florida had provided us a simple solution: give back what she has brought upon us.

    So today, Paw finally confronted his younger sister who has been notorious for hurting her bio-units and with her mean-spirited ways all her life. His goal was to scold her severely for trespassing on his bio-units yesterday.

    She verbally belittled both Maw and me on federal property. I am assuming that she is now being watched for making a public scene and for touching both Maw and me in the first place.

    He tried to pull her aside so no one else could interfere with his Taurus rage that has been suppressed for over three decades. I imagined the great hurt of Paw received after he learned of the sister’s callous responses to Maw.

    Instead of the kind of compassionate reassurance, such as that Paw will do well after Wednesday’s procedure or we will visit him later, this ICU nurse of all sort blamed Maw for high stress and bad diet as being the reason for Paws’ condition.

    The lost sheep somehow got loose from his grip the second time; screamed to everyone at the party that she had to leave right away; grabbed her purse that was in clear view in front of me and near where old granny was sitting; and, in her dress and high heels, ran out of the nursing home in a desperate attempt to flee from the truth that awaited her fate.

    The verbal assaults by her towards a great grand person, her own parents and siblings have not stopped. Today should be for her to reassess her crazed claim of being sinless as a server at her local church of St. Anne and a mouth piece for peace with prayers.

    As the belligerent left the building, Paw then screamed at the twit husband to tell his wife that she is bastos, or nasty in Filipino. Paw was visibly shaking from anger as he drank his bottled water received by a nice sister-in-law.

    After the coast was cleared of the two aunties, the same sister-in-law and I went outside to get Maw waiting inside the Benz. Maw sobbed in the arms of my uncle while his wife offered comfort of bottled water.

    Maw revealed to him all the anguish experienced by the aunties and my uncle too had enough but promised Maw not to do anything drastic. I got misty eyed at the cruelty that people should not have to experience.

    The nice couple helped me take Maw inside a few minutes after the sobbing subsided so she could use the restroom. This example is no doubt that being together is important when there is a clear need for comfort and reassurance.

    What struck me the most today is, that in spite of the hard realities of life, the day has been filled with lots of goodness all around. The wispy clouds of sylphs were floating in the skies of blue; the renewed hope of not being mistreated by the likes of ignorant relatives; and the happiness of old granny and Maw being together.

    Our time at the nursing home was briefly spent with the ongoing party at around noontime. I greeted and took pictures of those present but did not greet the two aunties, who left within five minutes of our arrival. Everyone seemed to enjoy the old granny, the food, two balloons and one large card.

    Paw confronted two younger brothers and one elder sister to found out if there are ill feelings towards him or my bio-units. No one dared to admit if there was anything negative to say to this man.

    I cried inside the bathroom after seeing Paw’s teary eyed request of Gigolo to look after the three of us if something should happen on his upcoming procedure this Wednesday. As a token of my appreciation for supporting for us in the past and at the request of Maw, I wrote a check out as a retirement gift to my uncle.

    At 02:15PM, we logged old granny out of the nursing home. To both Paw and my surprise, our entry seemed to have been the fifth since her stay last December 2005. There were entries for Dec 24, Feb 12, April 14 and April 18. I am ashamed that my East Bay relatives who live nearby don’t take old granny to go out more frequently.

    Although I live forty five minutes away, I vowed to take my last grand out every week. At Brat’s suggestion, we will take her out to see ducks swimming on a lake. This would be her first time to see such beauty in nature outdoors and with people (that’s us helpful ones, by the way) who would understand her needs.

    She remembers all our names, is quite fastidious and knows how to make jokes about being old women. She laughs easily with my parents who know about connecting with slower and older folks. To the best of my Tagalog, a Filipino dialect, I made old granny laugh too.

    At 03:00PM, we brought old granny to a McDonald’s restaurant near our area. She and her hearty Bicol appetite ate a helping the size of a kid’s meal. I made sure to fill Paw’s place mat with fries and nuggets so as to make old granny feel her son is being well feed, which is true.

    For six times in a row and probably due to some slight senility, old granny kept mentioning that this meal is also her supper. She did not want to impose on us to spend too much on her.

    Old granny admitted we were the only ones that would spend money while taking her out to eat. With Maws clever suggestion of a ‘free’ sandwich given by the restaurant on Mother’s Day, old granny bought back supper.

    Although old granny is very quiet, a bit slow and has sentiments running high at the fact she is in a nursing home, she does not wish to be a burden to the bio-units. This shows that the old lady has sense and understands her surroundings.

    The time spent with my grandmother has made Maw happy. Both mothers talked and had their feet up on Maws bed while watching television. This was a delightful moment that I took their picture together.

    We logged old granny back into the nursing home around 05:45PM and sat in her room a few more minutes at her request. She squeezed Maws knees and hands as if she didn’t want to let her go. I finally signed the card after old granny pointed out the purpose of the blue marker pen.

    I believe old granny has intellect somewhere when given the chance. She actually read out loud to the three of us my written message in English: Happy Mother’s Day Inay! May your day be blessed with the ones who love and remember you… Love: Paw, Maw, Flynn, Brat and Twit.

    But we had to leave and her eyes welled up with tears as she kissed her son goodbye. She slowly got up from her seat; scooted her walker in the direction of the exit and blessed us twice in crucifix fashion with her right hand as she looked through the windows with sad eyes.

    The example of treating the old people nicely today has shown me that there can be nothing wrong with old people. Older people may have misdeeds in the past but what I heard and seen from this old lady is the lack of freedom to make choices in her life.

    Our paths could not have crossed at a better time in this lifetime. We have learned to enjoy today without the emotional baggage of the growing years. This is not charity but is the truth of being together to make love possible no matter how far away we both live.

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    Sunday May 14, 2006 – 11:11pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060512-Rolling Coins

    Rolling coins are fun.
    The coins jiggle in my palm.
    Thanks to ‘Paw’ and ‘Mar.’

    Piggy container
    let loose metallic droppings.
    A wooden stick
    prodded without stopping.
    There’s over one hundred worth.

    Hand towel on bed
    was for late night bean counting
    Deposit these coins
    due to debt have been mounting.
    Dirty and clean ones were picked.

    Place one by one or
    haphazardly in two rows
    and with utmost care.
    First the pennies and quarters
    then the nickels and dimes last.

    Revised on 07-07-2006 on 03:28AM in another attempt at haiku…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060510-Walking Women

    People seem to come out of the woodworks and start to make the most of warmer weathers. I would see more pedestrians and bicyclists out on the road more frequently. Today, there were two white ladies with dogs this morning at 08:00AM and this evening at 09:00PM

    The first one was a sack cow with a wide rear end the spilled to either side of her wide body. She would allow her brown toy dog with butterfly ears to mess the neighbor’s yard across from our house; would scoop up the brown stuff and throw away in the neighbor’s garbage; and would use the stroller as a prop in which I have not seen any living entity inside from the far distance.

    I would see her do certain hand signals to let the dog mess the yard. I recall having seen one other dark haired guy do the same with his dog to the property a few days after the original owners of some twenty years moved out almost exactly one year ago.

    From the front window of my house, I continued to track the lady with the stroller and her furry friend another ten minutes. She mooed down my road in a eastbound direction for over a quarter of a mile. She wore dark blue sweats and pink long sleeves.

    I hurriedly decided to get ready and drove down the same road that blonde cow happened to travel. I thought she went into one of two intersecting roads to my left but did not find her. I then took a left on the main intersecting road ahead and stayed on the fast lane. She was walking on the right sidewalk and was wearing a green long sleeve that time.

    So I made my U-turn and saw that she went straight back to the right sidewalk of Fl!k!ng#r P@rk. This is very odd because once again this one ‘watcher’ of many is very obvious and she, like the rest of them, cannot hide from me. I should join the VOLT program of my city and be a watch dog for my neighborhood.

    I worked and came home to find both bio-units working on the yard. Maw was hosing down the front yard; while Paw fixed the back yard. I, however, gorged hungrily on the fried rice sitting on the counter and went upstairs to take a nap. One could tell the types of people residing in the house from the looks of the front yard. Our yard happens to be neatly kept.

    Later this evening from 08:00PM to 09:00PM and after dinner, I massaged Maws aching legs and feet from today’s earlier gardening activities to help improve her circulation on the lower extremities. She mumbled that her lower extremities were arching. And since she vowed not to ask for my help, I told her to lie down on the sofa.

    Due to her medical condition, this is a good way to keep her toes intact as much as possible. With regular baby oil, I re-aligned the ankles and toes; released the tense muscles and sore knees; and concentrated a few inches below her feet with my left hand afterward. Once again, my job has been done well because she fell into a deep sleep of deep breathing and muscle twitches.

    After one hour of my holistic efforts and on my way upstairs, I saw through the stairway window another white lady with a white poodle walking southbound on my road. The streetlight flickered off as she passed underneath this streetlight. I do not think the bulb is overheated as one forum member mentioned in one of my post.

    When territorial and anger, I am loud and obnoxious, by the way. And I happen to have screamed at both women through well insulated walls and windows but knew they couldn’t hear me. One co-worker claims I am quiet as if my presence was invisible. My actions do confound me, I’m afraid.

    Women walking have been noticeable by me recently and I did blog in poetry about other people jogging while listening with their headsets. People are outdoors to improve their health while dogs are polluting. I am a cat person and don’t see too many people walking their cats. We should learn from cats that clean up after themselves.

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  • 20060510-Driver’s Heat

    Why do drivers take the opportunity to pollute the environment with their gas guzzlers and with their modified noise makers? I am referring to the ones driving up and down my road. I could profile certain drivers and point out to my kinds as being the primary culprit of these recently activities.

    I think they have too much pride in upgrading their cars. And the fact that the weather has been getting warmer should not allow these high school mentalities to compromise the safety of our public roads. There has been more pedestrians and bicyclist enjoying the warm evening outdoors too.

    Teenage drivers should slow down and be more careful since the statistics for accidents are mostly in this demographic. Elders should also learn to speed up and take annual tests to make sure they are not endangering our streets. Other drivers with problems should stay home.

    I expect more drivers to be responsible in the upcoming summer season and take driving more leisurely; enjoy the scenery; and breathe the fresh air instead of speeding down the road as if they have to use the restroom to perform the ‘number two’. Speeding should be done in an emergency and by emergency vehicles only.

    There is absolutely no reason to waste gas by speeding in modified cars either. If we citizens were to be more responsible, we could stop using gas and oil and switch to ethanol, for example. The country of Brazil is a good example where ethanol is used for vehicles.

    Citizens could further be responsible by making sure the neighborhoods are kept clean and by keeping watch on each other’s property. I could make the issue of safety and security the main reasons for placing cameras along my road.

    For example, a mayor of my city commended with a certificate to a person, who is close and dear to me and who helped to implement the stop signs in our neighborhood. Any one person could make improvements when the cause is justified.

    I hate people being profiled in this manner but people coming into this country need to learn to stop taking too much advantage of the opportunities to have expensive houses, well cooked meals and, of course, those fast cars, especially the very pretty ones that really should belong in the museum.

    Drivers in the heat of anger, passion or pride should take extra steps to reduce their energy level a bit to avoid injuring or hurting people on the road. The warm summer days should be more enjoyable and not more accident prone.

    Once again, I encourage my fellow fast drivers to take it easy on the lead foot; turn off the mind numbing programs and hypnotic music from the airwaves of their radios; and turn up the air conditioners to cool off anything negative that should be left behind.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060509-Teacher Day

    There is nice weather on National Teacher Day.
    They educate our children despite the low pay.
    Parents are like teachers to their children each day.
    Educating minds open like flower bouquet.

    The teachers of two kinds exist to those who seek.
    Special talents and gifts are hidden and unique.
    The soft path of nice is kind and understanding.
    The hard path of mean is hurtful and demanding.

    Some apples are tokens of my appreciation.
    This blog is long due to lack of inspiration.
    Good works of teachers is kept up by young and old.
    This is from me to you because you have been told.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060508-Sacred Zoo

    To visit animals in zoos allows ordinary people the opportunity to learn of many different kinds of consumers living on this plant. This promotes the interaction between species that we would not otherwise have a chance to meet in the wild.

    Zoos are fine for our viewing pleasures and educational purposes yet confining to those who live behind enclosures that mimic their natural habitats. Although attempts are made to ensure the well being and comfort of our animal friends, I wonder if we are aware of any form of zoo larger than us.

    A white Beemer was in front of me for about half my traveling distance from home to work before it exited off of De La Cruz Blvd. at around 09:30AM. I interpreted its license plate and thought to myself that life is but a comedy in spite of all the bombardment of negativity from the mainstream media. I am sure that there are countless deeds of goodness that don’t make headlines.

    I imagined myself being much like an animal being exhibited for other’s amusment. I have much to offer from my simple and boring life as a novice writer. There is nothing to hide and fear is but a small factor to promote lack of trust among each other. All I could do is be myself and do the best with whatever I’ve learned from others.

    Once again, this morning’s event serves as a reminder to me of how blessed I am to be safe and sound from any harm and danger. I believe that we create in our minds some sort of protection for our sense of self and three dimensional properties and from unknown enemies and threats to our security.

    Still editing due to working 05-08-2006 03:55PM…
    Still pending due to laziness 05-09-2006 10:28PM…
    Maybe I should leave as is 05-10-2006 09:25PM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060507-Delightful Day

    I just finished watching a former co-worker’s slide show of his two-week vacation to Germany and Czechoslovakia on my newly ‘inherited’ DSL connection from Brat. These two places seem like good destinations for my early retirement endeavors. The only thing lacking is a good travel buddy.

    So I emailed back this former co-worker and am currently creating this blog for today’s entry. The clear blue skies returned to make my day much brighter for me. And the day has been pretty much normal. My bio-units and I had breakfast and left the house around 11:00AM to go shop at the Navy Exchange.

    My stamina to shop was limited and I soon found myself being angry at the checkout because Maw, in her usual way, made another big deal on how I’d like to do things my way. Although I feel that I am always right no matter what and although my bad mouthing does reflect my lack of patience, I still have to practice really hard on what I preach about love and light.

    I am only human and perfect to a certain point. That explains why I enjoy eating food stuff that would make others avoid due to religious beliefs and otherwise healthy lifestyles. I drove to an Asian buffet in South San Jose at Paw’s request. I was amazed he remembered that address and cross street of the main road to the place.

    Paw always wanted to go visit there after we discovered a coupon or an advertisement long ago. So I drove from the military base and headed southward along Highway 101 at a leisurely pace because of the pleasant weather. There is no need to be in a hurry when there are no trail clouds above to block the sunlight.

    We ate as many plates as the three of us could possible have in one visit. Paw and I always had the heartiest appetites and downed three helpings. I skipped dessert because my tummy had no more room to spare. The water from the large plastic glass filled me up. Maw ate too much for her medical conditions.

    Later on, I found out why she wanted the windows rolled down. She didn’t feel well after eating more that she needed and ended up getting rid of the food stuff in the reverse direction. She had these same nauseating experiences at other buffet places. I assume the food she today ate wasn’t cooked well enough.

    The plates were about $16.00 each and for whatever reason my full credit card number appeared printed on the check. I circled it and put question marks to flag the establishment that they should not do that for security reasons. We will not go back there again because it is too far out from our house.

    We went home and I went to sleep at 04:00PM only to be awakened by Paw at 07:00PM because Maw wanted to cheer up Brat at his new house. I was still groggy from digesting lunch earlier and as usual grumbled under my breath as I hurried to put my clothes on and get ready to visit the couple.

    Maw instructed Paw to bring three to four kinds of cleaning devices for the couple. These were to be used in cleaning Brat’s new lawn mower and sweeping the wooden floors downstairs. I decided to bring Brat’s paper shredder from upstairs after a failed attempt to confirm that I am ‘dumping’ his property at his place.

    We arrived there and was greeted by both who were in the middle of eating dinner. I saw Brat was being feed stuffed sausages with tomatoes and a bowl of soup with meat and noodles. Both seemed too thin to my standards of thickness although Brat claims he feels fatter now that he is older.

    Twit surprised me more recently as she has been offering her food of cakes and tea to us – her elders. I believe she will take care of Brat in the years to come and I knew they would be successfully happy together. I do recall telling Brat to give Twit a chance when he was initially unsure of her about two of the five years he had known her from work.

    We left Maw to talk with the couple while Paw and I went back home to get the box of new Cuisinart 10-piece cooking set. We removed the old simulated wooden cabinet from the garage; dusted the old piece of furniture with the walis; hammered more nails into the back cardboard panel from falling out in the long run; and had a difficult time figuring out how to stuff this into a small sedan.

    I considered stuffing this cabinet into the Benz or the Mustang but decided the Mazda was the only option. We loaded the piece into the trunk but with no success. I had to think fast because the sun was already setting and found my answer by loading into the back seat. The windows in the back had to be opened to avoid any chance of breakage.

    The new ‘shoe rack’ has been placed into the garage as the three of us happily watched the couple placed their shoes efficiently. The two boxes that once stored their zapatos, or shoes, no longer clutter up the garage but are now neatly organized into a corner inside the cabinet.

    We enjoyed our second helping of tea and left in a few minutes afterward at 09:00PM. Our purpose of tonight’s visit was to allow some comfort and company to the lonely Brat Twit reported yesterday to Maw that Brat is lonely and is home sick. Brat seemed happier of our presence but did not want us to leave again.

    The three of us ate our late dinner and I found out that Maw explained why Twit was not allowed to go inside the house. In the past, we treated the girlfriends as nice as possible but for whatever reasons the relationships with Brat did not work out. Maw got mad at Brat for not allowing her to not use the restroom one time and that cleared up the misunderstanding in the past.

    Also, to have the significant other visit the bio-unit’s house is usually reserved for when the couple is engage and truly meant for each other. Maw did ask why Twit is not engaged. And Twit looked at Brat. The answer was simple: We did not know Twit’s ring size. So that spoiled the fun of surprising her with a nice shiny diamond ring.

    Today was delightful with the sun shining brightly above and where one sylph was hovering near the circular buildings off of Highway 101 in Santa Clara, CA. I shopped for my essential products, got tired and angry, ate too much lunch and fell asleep, visited Brat brought cleaning, cooking, and storing basics and enjoyed the whole day with people I love.

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  • 20060505-Amusing Walk

    The day was slow at work and I decided to ‘step out’ for a late lunch today from 01:00PM to 02:00PM. The sun was showing brightly with clear blue skies. Thank goodness the cool breeze blew to make my short walk alone more pleasant.

    I took lots of pictures of flowers today. First I went towards the four-story parking garage to take my first few shots of flowering bushes and trees in white and pink colors and through the side to take shots of small flowering ground coverings in purple and yellow colors.

    A South Asian Indian, who drove in a dark blue car, asked me for direction that I did not have an answer. He made a U-turn and drove away and I thought to myself, ‘Idiot’. Then I went in a same southward direction that the lost guy went.

    While taking pictures, I was intercepted by and met a new co-worker named ‘Sundried Ra,’ who worked in the IT department. He claimed he is an Asian from India and goes to the temple weekly. He had a white dot on his third eye chakra.

    He was headed to a trail for walking and I asked if I could join him. And why should I not impose my time? My life has been basically boring and this was a great opportunity to get outdoors and away from work, which is where I spend most of my breaks and lunch hours.

    The conversations started off with the location of the trail; who we were and what department and people we work with at the company. And on our way back, we talked about weekend chores and watching television or movies.

    I huffed and I puffed as my fake black leather pumps provided what little comfort in walking on sidewalks made of cement. I got tired about fifteen minutes into the walk right before the eastern entrance of two to the trail along the San Tomas Aquino creek.

    There were mostly tall grasses and a few California poppies of brightly orange colors growing along the trail. Below the ditch to my left and behind a wire fence of the employee parking to the amusement park were purple flowers of icy plants. I took pictures of both kinds of flowers upstream.

    I took a few more pictures of flowers downstream as I started to feel the heat of the sun on my face. There were bronze colored murals on the cement walls; one duck swimming and workers spraying recycled water onto the soil. The water smelled treated but bearable to the nose.

    My very first full time job was at this same amusement park right after high school and I was eighteen years old at that time. I remember working there with my ‘Revolution’ outfit of white shirt; vertical, pin striped and rainbow colored long skirt and white shoes. I should not have returned my name tag.

    My job was stocking inventory; cleaning the store and working the cash register. I sold teddy bears; candies; clothes and souvenirs of the place. My time there was boring because we sold little and I wasn’t talkative.

    There was this one lady who got up from a park bench and asked if I did sign language. I didn’t realize that my fingers were fidgety because I was burning under the heat of the sun. I wasn’t smart enough to have taken shelter underneath a nearby tree.

    I would encounter strangers as my customers. While holding a teddy bear indoors, one guy called me ‘Maria’ maybe because I had a frizzy perm and long hair at the time. Some friends of ‘Brain Events’, who did martial arts, came in one day to talk to me about security cameras.

    I remember not being happy about working then. I was grumpy a few days afterwards I had my wisdom teeth pulled out; disgruntled for dusting the grills on a door (which I didn’t do) and angry for sorting inventory (which I threw down onto the floor for two others to pick up after me).

    The faces of my co-workers are etched into my brain to this day but not all of their names. Most of us were girls and we worked together fine. Our supervisors were a shorter and meaner brunette who attended Berkeley; a taller red head; a shorter blond and a shorter Filipino with long hair.

    ‘Percival,’ or ‘Percy’ was a guy who came from Romania and was raised by nuns. He was let go after he grabbed and held my still recovering face in his hands. While still in his grasp, I looked to my right where two other people saw the incident. One was our supervisor.

    Another guy was into Satanism and showed me his Black ‘Babel’ during an outdoor lunch and on a sunny day. I actually read the first page and recall (a bit hazily now) that it had words similar to the ‘Lord’s Prayer’. My being impressionable back then made me believe the passage was positive. His girlfriend had the thickest calves that looked swollen.

    I did enjoy eating the chocolate cookies from the cafeteria and being photographed for whatever reason to be profiled or used as an advertising gimmick of the amusement park. The pay seemed great for starters like me.

    After some twenty years later, my pay is better and my job is secure. I seem to be happier at this company for providing occasional free meals; understanding (but crazed) co-workers and a fast computer with T3 internet connection.

    Today, I reflected on how my path came full circle from my first job a few blocks away to this last job at a high rise building. Or has my true profession yet to become clearer and truer in the years ahead?

    I know that my experience today with a stranger is a good sign. The various flowers of different colors were also good signs for me to expect more outdoor adventures with nature. Photography is a good hobby for my early retirement.

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  • 20060504-Drivers Nuts

    Privileged drivers are many. I see young and old alike on the road going places in their vehicles. Most have been driving calmly recently compared to the reckless days some ten years ago of my youth. The baby boomers are getting older with the next generation slowing down as well and I believe that drivers are being more careful.

    I think the surprisingly good weather allows drivers to become more aware of their natural surroundings. To concentrate directly in front and mostly horizontal while driving on the road is difficult when there are beautiful, fluffy white clouds floating above and majestic, tall green trees swaying in the gentle, crispy and cool breeze lately.

    There are times I want to stop off the road and take pictures. Each small event is memorable that way. And if the rules of the gray roads and if the cameras of the big brothers were not strictly placed, I would have surely stepped out of my vehicle more frequently and slowed down traffic for the curious onlookers.

    Today, I floored the accelerator of my Mustang to eighty miles per hour. My car does not like me to rev up the engine. And, thank goodness, I did not smell the smoke coming out from underneath the hood. My impatience causes my lead foot to take over and overtake the very slow and culturally challenged folks, for example.

    I happen to be a good driver to have avoided my many near misses over the years. This is because I already have a big head containing my already beautiful mind, which is able to calculate the distance between cars quite well.

    Although my eyesight is slightly weaker at night and my neck is painfully stiff, I am able to merge well enough to come within inches to a fender ahead with the some fifty-percent remaining on brake linings.

    Safety and courtesy are two important factors to help reduce any potential accidents, which are costly and time consuming. Drivers should play safe by smiling (through fakeness as well) and waving with friendliness instead of screaming out the windows as if possessed by some red faced entity.

    There are some lost, angry or hurried individuals that could use kindness in exchange for being rude. And this is another way I avoid being a target for the unstable drivers.

    Some drivers are nuts, inebriated or unreliable and should not be allowed to drive on the road. People could get hurt, seriously. Services, however, are available to assists those with special needs to get around.

    Tonight, I needed to find a way around my driver dilemma, which is the lack of available drivers online for my printer! This current operating system is not compatible with the old software because a popular company of this product decided not to have any updated drivers for downloading by the users.

    I want my money back in exchange for a faster and better printer from this company! I cannot believe drivers not being available for my particular printer would drive me nuts because this is the last piece of my little world that would make having a home computer possible.

    I think this is an ideal way to torture people by having us poor folks spend the extra money on new printers, which is unnecessary when there is there is still this old one that works fine on other operating systems.

    This might be another attempt to reduce the usage of paper, which is dead tree. Dead trees do not result in nice pictures, especially when drivers crash into said illusions from bark and branches of brown and leaves of green.

    There has to be a better way to print pages; take along anytime or anywhere, like reading while relaxing on the bed, and not have to worry about polluting our environment with paper waste, including other pollutants such as the smog emissions from both cars and companies.

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