Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Author: FLYNN

  • 20060606-Voting Day

    Today, I’ve voted in the Primary Election of 06-06-06. This was located in a local church near a post office. The outside of the building looked like an ordinary two-story office building with lots of windows. The inside looked very clean, brightly lit and mostly beige and white in color.

    I had the Succor Punch pointed at the building from inside my car. I took some pictures of the middle words only and saw some wispy clouds hovering in the SW section of the parking lot. The front doors of this place were facing due west.

    There were booths with empty clocks and various displays of books, booklets and magazines near the registration area. I tried to read the accomplishments of this fellow who wrote the organization’s book. His picture looked similar to one of my holistic fellow.

    But I had to go to where the voting actually took place, which was inside the chapel of this establishment. The chapel section looked like a temple. There was a podium directly in front of the double door. The podium had the symbol of a cross in the middle of the podium.

    Two tables were located to either the right or left. I guessed correctly and took left table because I didn’t know my precinct number, which happened to be 1414. The Filipino lady was first to help because she was the same one who helped my bio-units earlier this morning.

    Unfortunately, they couldn’t find my name under this main roster and I ended up signing some booklet of permanent residence where they found my name with the help of the second worker. If I am truly FREE, I would not settle down in any one place or sign anything to prove I lived at any one time.

    As I tried to get my electronic voting card from the third assistant, some Asian man make loud statements to my left. He wore light blue outfit of short sleeves, shorts and brown sandals. He had some gray hair with a beard.

    I suppose he saw what had transpired in the difficulty with finding my ‘missing’ name. I didn’t have my booklet with me because I requested to save paper by not receiving mail.

    He made an issue that the people working at the polls were not doing their jobs because they did not ask for either identification or pre-printed name on booklet.

    I couldn’t understand why this type of person made a big deal with proper identification. He sat down as instructed because all electronic booths were taken. He mumbled twice underneath his breath that this is a joke.

    If this is a joke, then he should not have participated in the voting or sat down next to me. I mumbled underneath my breath that it was too bad and that we are all powerless. I’m glad I don’t date those people.

    As I waited sitting down to get my card, a brown haired guy, who was wearing a dirty green shirt and green cargo pants and who wanted to switch from being a Democrat to a Republican.

    But according to the third guy, the voter was stuck with his chosen party and couldn’t change his mind at the last minute. There is no justice here again.

    I was ill prepared as usual because my logic (just like Brat) is that we citizens are not entirely well informed to know exactly what ‘really’ would be the results of these prepositions and candidates. I voted based on background and names.

    I cast my vote and saw the print out being rolled upward inside this black canister. I did not get my usual tear-off receipt from a card to prove I voted. Instead, I received a ‘I Voted Touch screen’ sticker to wear as ‘proof’ I ever came to vote.

    I slowly left the building because I wanted to read the displays and memorize what I could never see again in a long while. I picked up an ‘happiness’ booklet to read at home and at my leisure. And at 06:00PM, I was on my way home with some pictures from the parking lot.

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    Tuesday June 6, 2006 – 08:24pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060605-Long Day

    My body slept quite well and relaxed the whole day long.
    I dragged my feet out of bed. My brain wasn’t strong.
    At ten AM late, I felt nothing was done wrong.
    I wanted to go home because I didn’t belong.

    My brain was foggy and there were some thinking gaps.
    I had crawled into bed because my system felt zapped.
    From six to nine PM, I had a nice long nap.
    I ruined my sleep with this insomnia trap.

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

  • 20060604-Consider Kindness

    Tonight, I like to discuss the likes of airheads that my bio-units have encountered today. The airheads I’d like to present are mostly the kinds that show-off in spite of their background. These people like to present themselves as being inconsiderate as well.

    The first example is an old lady by the name of ‘Any Season’. She is some seventy-five years old and a former co-worker of Maw. ‘Any Season’ has called my bio-units this morning that she had called the paramedics. My bio-units had to stop their breakfast and I saw Paws cup of warm milk mysteriously sitting inside the refrigerator.

    Upon my bio-units’ arrival over at her house, the paramedics whispered to my bio-units that the old lady’s blood pressure was normal. The old lady has a crazed habit of taking her BP frequently everday when her sugar level of over 200 is, in my opinion, of higher importance.

    So my ignorant bio-units offered to drive the old lady to a local store so she could buy a new BP apparatus. Maw caught the con artist earlier that she didn’t replace the batteries when originally inquired. Maybe the machine was still accurate but was thrown away to be sure.

    From 09:00AM to 04:30PM, Maw had the opportunity to tell her stories of struggling about the past and how she came to America by working hard and without the help of friends or relatives. The old lady refused to leave our house until the son got back from work.

    Now it seems that the old lady had a son and we had wondered why the son was not first at the scene to assist his own mother. Our speculation is the old lady didn’t want the son to take time off because that would mean less pay. Another is that her son is not willing to be there at 02:00PM when the old lady called him.

    After two free meals (of breakfast and lunch) were offered by my ignorant bio-units and after several free pickings of an Asian pear fruit from our tree growing in the backyard, the old lady left. Maw came upstairs to complain about the long stay of ‘Any Season’ and promptly slept on my bed in exhaustion as I cleaned all three rooms upstairs.

    The second example is Brat who could not pick up his mail and other items leftover from the house; since he lives two minutes away. I called him this evening and he claimed he would out for an evening walk. I offered to drop off his stuff to his house but he would pick up tomorrow.

    He then spoke to Maw. Brats plan was to stop by our house during lunchtime. Maw said he could warm up his own food for lunch because Paw and she would be out walking around the mall. I certainly don’t have time to visit him during lunchtime.

    The third example is Maws former co-worker by the name of ‘Liar Lunatic’. This person called Maw about a televised program showing watered down medicine. Then the gossips about an airhead by the name of ‘Anger-Sin’ or ‘Hell-Lie’ went on.

    This forth example of ‘Hell-Lie’ tends to over exaggerate her status of being wealthy to her stupid friends who would believe her in the first place. They do no know it’s the dead man’s money. If she were indeed wealthy, she wouldn’t be working three days of the week or asking the same stupid friends for free rides instead of the affordable taxi cabs.

    This con artist has operated like this all her life of wanting to be on top. The whole town back in the Philippines knows she is not that good looking either. Her attitude is not nice and too over bearing that my dead uncle couldn’t defend himself or his four children from this highly tempered person.

    Maw challenged this mouth piece to the test the airhead. ‘Liar Lunatic’ and ‘Hell-Lie’ are buddies since their daughters by the name of ‘Sin-Die Lunatic’ and ‘Anal-Sin’ are friends, respectively. ‘Hell-Lie’ has been asking ‘Liar Lunatic’ for free rides and that’s how the old hag gets around town, by being nice.

    This airhead bragged about a two-week cruise and brought two luggages full of formal gowns to wear each day. So ‘Liar Lunatic’, who would believe this person, doesn’t have a clue why ‘Hell-Lie’ has been being so nice recently. The known fact is the other drivers are running away from the airhead.

    I have nothing against people who lack some rather descent consideration that my bio-units have only kindness to show to people who have, in turn, taught my bio-units that inconsiderate personalities exist in some people. My bio-units will have learned to avoid the folks who take advantage of their ignorance as well, going forward.

    I will express, however, that some Filipino that come to America become totally spoiled once they experience the great abundance of spending for food and clothings. It’s great that sponsors like us have allowed their likes the opportunity to know the great joy of being free.

    Their being free to believe they are rich and act like they are somebody saddens us because they forgot to look back and remember they once came from poor backgrounds. This has happened to most of my relatives who come to American, by the way.

    The American-born children do not seem to act like they are rich, I believe. I know because I am born and raised on American soil and as fine Christian brethren. This is because I’ve earned my pennies the hard way, I reckon.

    My bio-units worked hard to be kind to people in need. They learned that some have not considered being kind in return and only take advantage of any opportunity to get sympathy, a free lunch or a free ride, by being nice.

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  • 20060604-Treasured Junk

    The liner goes that ‘one person’s junk is another person’s treasure’. I’ve got lots of junk but hold on to a few as treasure. Today, I tried to get rid of some hard covered books that are recently written and will donate these to a local library after this blog.

    I’ve also tried to thin my closet to no avail. All these years I’ve seen my family and I accumulate lots of nice stuff to keep as treasures. As the years go by, the value of these treasures seem to loose their value. And these end up as junk to our eyes.

    The reasons are not the total lack of interest or time to recoup the memories behind each token of appreciation or each moment of togetherness. We simply have to let some items go. And the memories would soon fade in time anyway.

    The limited amount of space in any one household is a primary reason to sell or donate these treasures. Most of what we have are not souvenirs of foreign places but of local wares from stores conveniently located.

    When we have the urge to purchase trivial items, the build up of these goodies can and have happened. Then the matter of finding the right spot to place these eye candies do little to keep our interest going eventually.

    Now that the boy moved out, clean up has been possible in one month’s time. The garage has been emptied as much as possible. Some junk that once was stored inside our closets to stink up and collect dust has been donated. Other clutters in the backyard have been drastically thrown away.

    I know the cycle of treasure to junk would never cease. This is almost like eating and then pooping. In comes the new stuff and out goes the old stuff. I wonder where these items really end up.

    Treasures could be kept alive by one’s memories of loving events. These could be antique furnitures, old photos, my blogs, or other people’s treasures of divine books and other inspired tidbits. This is only if the holders of these new acquired treasures do not loose their memories to pass one to others.

    Real treasures could be the fostering of loving descendants. Messing around with anyone’s genetic makeup is almost next to impossible. Anyone could loose their minds or memories; but the one truth that will always emain is the children who carry on the treasured legacy of their ancestors.

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

  • 20060603-Cleaning Clutter

    Finally, I will enter today’s blog regarding our cleaning the backyard. I awoke several times during the morning but did not actually get out of bed until around 09:05AM. As I opened the blinds to let in the sunlight, I did smell Maw’s cooking downstairs.

    We had expected Brat to visit us today as soon as Twit left to work on Saturday. But I told my bio-units he is inconsistent. And Twit has already expressed this truth. He did not show up at all and we were not surprised but perhaps disappointed; since he does live only two minutes away.

    We finished breakfast in our calmer manner now that Brat has moved away and on with his life. By 10:00AM, we were not sure how to begin the day. We opted to either walk around the mall in Milpitas, CA or start with more cleaning of clutter from over the years. I messaged Brat to come pick up more of his junk later on.

    Maw’s suggestion started out with the old bird cages sitting under the patio of our backyard. So afterward and in my leisurely pace, I washed and dried the biggest black cage. The bars on this one cage is spaced smaller for the feet of these parakeets but the interior seemed to cramp for these fat ones.

    Then the matter of figuring out how to store the golden cage of medium size and three smaller ones of two green and one purple remained. I had difficulty finding big enough plastic bags that would fit over the golden cage, which once housed out beloved, late JoJo of thirteen years old. Then my big brain found a thirty-nine gallon hefty sized plastic bag that worked its miracle.

    The other cages had already been bundled nicely. All that was left was replacing the dusty ones with fresh plastic bags. I had found a nice empty wall near the Benz and proceeded to stuff the purple and green cages inside this black cage and the golden cage placed below the open iron cabinet. The loose wires were placed below also.

    Paw accomplishment today was cleaning out the fish cabinet of iron. There were old equipment of charcoal filters; two lamps and other items. He wiped down this cabinet that we assembled on 02-19-1984 for $32.25. He found my hand written date stamp painted underneath Paws self assembled wooden piece to the iron structure.

    He swept the dustiness and dried leaves from behind where the cabinet was once located and he moved my plastic tool holder back where I originally had installed this under the patio. After Brat moved his junk out from underneath the patio, the place is cleaner and more livable.

    Maw did the cooking and some other smaller tasks due to her deteriorating health condition and old age. She cleaned the parakeet containers and swept more debris from off the cemented floor of the patio. She screamed out in her normal frustration; blamed both Paw and me for the habit of saying ‘No’; and accused us of not appreciating her hard work.

    Today, after over three decades, the three of us sat down together for an outdoor picnic. We pulled out the white table, which was hand made from a left over door during one of the many house remodeling projects; set the table for a two course meal of fish head soup with asparagus and lug-lug noodles; and waited for Paw to come over after five minutes of cleaning himself up.

    My stomach ached probably from all the exertion of cleaning the clutter out back. But I knew my system had to use the toilet but didn’t feel any need. So after my eating up almost all the noodles and my bio-units eating up the fish soup; we cleaned up some more and felt better.

    The day is beautiful; the sky is clean; and the air is warm. The refreshing day has brought us together to clean up more clutter from the backyard and to enjoy each others company with our first picnic of lunch under the open patio.

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  • 20060602-Pea Pods

    Today, the battle between the trail clouds, which were laid by the same pod people who have freeloaded off my back over the past few years, and the wispy clouds, which are forever majestic and eternally helpful, has been seen over my work and at my home.

    The desktop SP, which I purchased from Canada, was healing the whole day during my eight hour work shift and encouraged some wispy clouds to appear nearby. After passing my ‘Test Only’ certification to run my vehicle in the state of California and chatting with the guy with two boys, I purchased a longer lasting battery to replace the same one and an early Father’s Day card.

    My lunch hour was blessed with fluffy clouds behind Mt. Hamilton, CA. They disappeared after work hours. My disappointment to take these fluffy ones was replaced with happy moments of photographing some wispy clouds over our house. I uploaded only two photos into my Yahoo! 360 account.

    After reading an article yesterday night, I had my PW on hand and did my part of the hard work to bring love, light and laughter to the world and beyond. Around 11:30PM, a copter flew over in the distance after I laid down my healing device to point randomly in a westward direction. At 08:45PM and around midnight again, another copter flew around in the distance.

    I do not completely understand the recent activity in our airspace recently. I assume the noise makers are doing their battle with the speeding cars down my road and between the SJPD and USAF and all are together like peas in a pod to make our city secure like a bird cage.

    Caged birds are not really free by the way. But they are well fed and looked after pretty good for the rest of their lives. Our parakeets are spoiled but allowed to fly freely inside the house but not too far because they don’t know how to navigate back to their home base.

    Like our parakeets, I feel like a caged bird. The windows and doors of the first floor have these black iron grills with pretty scroll works. They look like a bird cage and I feel confined yet safe at night. No one bothers our place too much and the neighborhood is quiet enough.

    So the flying objects that patrol our airspace; the floating clouds that clear our blue skies; and the parakeets that bring us happiness and joy are similar. These examples seem protect us in various ways, such as from invaders; polluters and loneliness, respectively.

    We are in some way birds of feather that may fight together. Fighting with my SP buzzing inside my car; with my PW tingling in my hand; and with my CB connecting into Mother Earth are examples of healing our fragile planet. This is hard work and continues to affect everyone.

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

  • 20060601-Saw Sausage

    A sausage is a meaty, edible treat found in a small can; while a saw is a tool with serrated edges like a mountain range. The imagery of these objects not only reminds me of my surnames but of a carrot-and-stick approach of today’s meeting regarding a particular program by one country.

    History tells us that the effects of nuclear activities are very damaging to the planet and its inhabitants. Yet the powerful nations won’t stop using this advanced technology. And now these same nations expect the emerging ones to give up their efforts on this form of energy.

    Any meeting that does not add more fuel to the fire of extremes has succeeded. And I have yet to observe anything positive resulting from today’s meeting. My expectation is for both sides of the mess to resolve their differences.

    My primary concern is the elimination of the proverbial wool, which is fear. The fear of waging war; of utilizing nuclear arms or of losing power to the general populace of awakening people are not to be rewarded. Rewarding bad behavior is nonsense and does not advance the world in this manner.

    A better reward is actually utilizing renewable forms of energy on a global scale. I’m sure there would be jobs everywhere for everyone and no one could get hurt from refueling their vehicles with water, for example. The air, soil and water would be much cleaner without the stains of oil or radiation.

    Another example is for everyone to stop eating anything which lives or moves. And I mean all plants and animals. I could image having dinner by ingesting honey flavored pills and still feel full. That would free up any contracts between species of having to eat each other to survive.

    As I digress, pooping would be less difficult and time spent on the toilet would be reduced. There would be no more laxatives as a result. The sewers, the rivers and the great ocean would be in better condition too.

    People should know by now that anything could be easily destroyed in an instance. A building could come crashing down with demolition, a car could be totaled in an accident and a relationship could end from misunderstanding.

    What took many years for the ancient forests (with its little owls inhabiting therein) to grow very tall could be destroyed in minutes by these computer controlled tools of destruction. The recovery is slow to the ecosystem.

    So we all could assuage the insecurity of each other with tasty morsels of sausages or conquer and divide ourselves as each other’s enemy with the almighty saw, such as by admitting that you are right and I am wrong.

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

  • 20060530-Crispy Clear

    The crispy clear skies today were breathtaking.
    My peace has been found with each morning’s waking.

    That is how each morning should start out, crispy and clear. Yesterday’s holiday would have been filled with fluffy white clouds but we got sticky trail clouds instead. I believe people were really enjoying that holiday literally and probably forgot that everyday is meant to be hard work.

    Hard work doesn’t mean to lift a finger or to bend over backwards. Hard work means to lift both eyes to the skies and take deep breaths. This means to follow up with good and loving thoughts and clear the environment that way. It’s that easy. Today is better.

    After the sunlight made its way through the slits of my closed blinds and onto my closed eyelids, I arose from bed. I’ve greeted the parakeets; hand fed the ailing TC and cleaned their area. By 09:22PM, I left the house after having prepared breakfast for us three and cleaning up afterwards.

    Work was ordinary as I stayed until 07:00PM to finish today’s lockbox work. One temp called in sick probably from the recovery of his tattoos on both upper arms. And one came back from a long vacation and gave me a wallet as a souvenir.

    The other unusual event today involved three changes: a new VP of finance; a VP of human resources (who is formerally VP of finance) and a new Director. This goes to show that the company is making money.

    If I wanted a title with the added headache of more responsibilites, I’d like to be called ‘Director of Fun and Games’. That’s what I learned about the corporate world. It’s about playing hard with each other and laughing all they way.

    If I wanted more proof, I’d like to see the figures on my paycheck increase tremendously and added bonuses gratuitously. But since I am but a hard worker, this illustration shows that no one could climb the ladder of successful illusion without stepping on others below.

    Today, I learned that I’ve been stepped on for too long. And the wool of treachery has been lifted from my eyes. I could delve on the details further but that disclosure would not be wise. I am still accessing the situation at the moment.

    My frustration is not without merit for anger has been brewing and now is justified. I felt humor from these personal phone calls received today and I am not at all pleased. My next course of action will be yet another test.

    I could only summon my inner guidance for reassurance and that will have to do for now. Perhaps the blue skies has been my indicator of my well being and today is shown to be free and clear. That means I’ve left my troubles behind and will continue onward.

    With more energy and better outlook in life, my personal committment to whatever and wherever continues in small steps. Those with a more ‘gung ho’ attitude and clearer visions are encouraged follow through with their own realities.

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

  • 20060529-Trail Walk

    Today has been filled with lots of good weather: blue skies; warm temperatures and our complimentary trail clouds overhead. I awoke at 09:30AM; entered a blog elsewhere and wasn’t ready to do anything else.

    Maw made lots of angry conversation earlier this morning downstairs. I didn’t realize Paw almost caused another near accident coming from the post office. At least Maw was there to scream at him so both won’t get hurt.

    Paw seems to become more feeble minded. And Maw has been and always has pulled the most weight in decision making around the house. Now my assistance to pull almost all three weights around is beginning.

    As designated driver to these two and whenever possible, my task today is to drive so we could walk along the shore line. At the last minute, we decided to buy our three sandwiches of egg salad and two smoked turkey to eat as lunch later on.

    At 10:30AM and prior to getting onto northbound Highway 101, a large trail cloud was already being laid closer inland, from north to south and over the Westside hills of the Bay Area. The wind did not blow the whole morning. This major trail and many smaller ones stuck in the skies.

    About 11:00AM, I missed the exit and made my way back to the familiar one. I missed Brats cell phone call at 11:10AM. We parked closest to the restaurant as usual and got out to enjoy the day.

    Immediately, I took my camera out and started taking pictures of the whole mess in the skies. For whatever reason, certain spots were being marked with cross patterns. We were directly underneath some trails.

    By 11:30AM, I’ve taken a few pictures of geese with their clutches. These babies still had their gray colored down. Families of geese were eating the grasses of this park. Some were drinking water near an orange colored, construction cone.

    While leaving Maw to rest wherever she chose, Paw and I continued to walk around the paved place and I was beginning to feel the heat from my gray colored pullover with the ‘W#b#x Finance Team’ logo embroidered on the left front.

    I took more pictures of these cross patterned clouds in the skies; the patrol light plane above; the lake with people sailing and paddling; and some wild flowers. I did not get a chance to take pictures of squirrels and took a dark snapshot of a bird sitting underneath the shade of this one tree.

    There were cyclist ‘watching’ and wearing either yellow jerseys and dark shorts and shirts. There were old and young people walking and running. One guy was wearing no shirt as he casually strolled around where adults and children were sitting down to have their meals.

    We wanted to look for Maw and made our way back toward the main area where people were playing Frisbee; having birthday parties and bicycling or rollerblading. From our counterclockwise walk of almost thirty minutes, we emerged from in front the bathroom area.

    I noticed two people we intercepted earlier under the back part of the shaded trail of tress: one dark haired guy and possibly his dark haired son. I felt both his son’s stare earlier and the dad’s stare through my dark shades and beige colored cap later. I was walking to the left of Paw in both instances.

    As we neared their position, the dad immediately got up from his corner position of a patch of grass, which is near the main launch pad of paddleboats and sailboats. He then stood directly behind his bicycle. I laughed to my frustrated self and mentally thanked the guy for this sweet humor.

    Later, we found Maw sitting on one of the benches overlooking the lake. Unfortunately, there was no shade of trees and her red and pink umbrella of flowers did not offer the cooling effects I needed from underneath my pull over.

    I did not want to step on the food and green colored poop of these geese. But that was the only way we could pick up Maw and rest a few minutes before I complained of being hungry and feeling overheated from sitting at this bench. I have yet to wash my white rubber shoes.

    So we sat in the Mazda and ate our sandwiches until we decided that it was time to go home. I asked Paw for a ‘booger rag’ and began to pick my nose and found that my left nostril had the most. I did not care if golfers to my right or drivers to my left saw me picking my boogers.

    We drove home but got on south 85 in error. I made my way back to east 237 to exit onto southbound 101. I kept looking at the sky and realized that some work needed to be done. I didn’t initially request for anything to happen.

    I kept taking pictures above and found more trail clouds with two more noticeable ones above me were being laid. I could only mumble to myself and shouted at the noisy cars passing by while cleaning my Mustang. I’m a frustrated girl, I suppose.

    I screamed ‘I’m a slave!’ while cleaning the Benz and prior to their arrival from an errand of picking up medication and looking for white slippers. This is the price of living rent free with free home cooking by Maw.

    With the help of Maw wiping down the cars and of Paw vacuuming the interiors, we managed to clean all three cars from 01:00PM to 03:00PM. Maw and I took our showers as Paw finished up his activities. Laundry is being done as I blog.

    My energy level was surprisingly strong today and I did not feel drained. Recently I’ve experienced little pain of doing normal activities like: stooping forward, bending knees, lifting arms and wiping well. My walking activities have increased as a result.

    Today, however, should not have encouraged those damn trail mixers to increase their efforts. I am dismayed that some continue to play this game of making trail clouds to pollute our beautiful blue skies. We all should instead be walking together in peace and harmony.

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  • 20060528-Wispy Waves

    I awoke at 05:45AM, got online and discovered there is little left to view except the usual dose of sensational headlines of fear, death and anger. I find more lack of interest from sitting in front of an inanimate object which is nothing more than a different box meant to keep us sedentary individuals indoors.

    I opted to do something better and that is crawl back into bed. I didn’t feel like I had to sleep again but off to dreamland I went. There may have been dreams for the past month but I have not recalled or bothered to log these as part of my blogs.

    The day was greeted with another blue sky as we drove ourselves to get Maw’s blood work done. Instead of waiting inside a room full of other people, I decided to do something more mundane. And that is to walk for once to burn off my fat deposits in areas that I care not to mention.

    So off I went under the shades off tree, along the cemented sidewalks and among nature in her finest. The clear blue sky was amazingly refreshing as I warmed up myself with simple arm circles and other creative stretches to get the flow of blood going into my brain.

    My tracks were momentarily stopped as I watched two brown squirrels played. They climbed up and down the trees and flicked their tails and then scampered off to get food elsewhere. I missed a photo opportunity because I only carried my keys.

    From 09:15AM to 09:40AM, I walked up and down the area nearest the front entrance of the hospital. The day was so fine that my new, high necked, gray pull over from the company kept me warm enough from the cold days. But not too warm that I overheat.

    Cold days seem to be more common in the past seasons. We seem to be having one long winter after the other. The only other time the weather would reach close to one-hundred degrees Fahrenheit is around the month of July.

    I rested a few more minutes on the outdoor and saw a black squirrel looking for food among the landscapes of flower beds in front of me in the distance. I didn’t have my camera with me then but later on sat down again to try to intercept one of those critters but to no avail.

    I messaged Brat to pick up his property today while waiting another thirty minutes for my bio-units. We were off to go home towards southbound 101. In the distance I saw one trail cloud being laid at around 10:30AM.

    After a few minutes into the drive, the now widened, white-washed clouds were directly below this one sylph. Nothing else was seen in the sky except this one cloud above and one trail below. This is as if the timing could not have been better by both.

    We decided to have brunch at the popular Filipino restaurant. Maw got angry as I told her the window shade is upside down due to the white tag was supposed to be one top. I flicked her off again as I saw her walked fast to the restaurant.

    We each have similar dishes of rice, sunny side eggs and meat. All three of us packed two pieces of meat for take home because this was too much to eat in one sitting. I ate the pickled vegetables that came with the meal to aid in digestion.

    The stuff burned my left throat and I had unwittingly coughed my mouthful of food across the table and towards Paw. He is a patient man and I kept apologizing for ruining his breakfast. I laughed as myself for being naughty the whole morning too.

    Later, we found ourselves home and deciding what else to do. I wanted to go get my smog test and slowly backed up from the driveway. Surprisingly, we saw Brat and Twit in the black Mustang making a surprise visit.

    So I pulled my gray Mustang back up the driveway and along side the couple and greeted them both with my smile of yellow teeth. I’ve not had a chance to whiten my teeth because I consider that ideal too vain to me and for now.

    We talked and gave Twit more of our dishes that we do not use. My goal is to get rid of as much items from this house. Because where we are all going, we cannot take. Once again, I prefer to be the minimalist in the bio-units.

    Brat finally removed three of the crates that I painstakingly loaded up with his hobbies of paints, brushes and others. He still needs to remove his magazines, CD’s, punching bag, bamboo blinds, five more models made by hand and one upright carpet steamer.

    Then the issue of marriage came up by Maw. That put Brat and Twit on the spot because Maw’s opinion is that they should get married since both already have a house together. I believe that Brat, Maw and Twit have different ideas.

    I can’t help this new couple have a descent marriage ceremony and reception because of many freeloaders riding on my hard working back. My immediate goals are already expressed and there are some who know better.

    As these chatter boxes flapped their mouths, I watered the backyard vegetable plants; refilled the birdbath; hosed down my CB and reprogrammed the device with better intentions; took pictures of the parakeet and got close up pictures of Bugsy’s heart-shaped markings; hung my laundry to dry; and loaded Brat’s property into the trunk of the Mazda.

    After we unloaded Brat’s junk into his garage, Brat sneezed loudly near Maw, who was startled and she struck him with her right hand. These old souls (or masters) do not always understand their sense of humor is not always amusing and does annoy the rest of us.

    With karma being the law of return, she had bled underneath the unbroken skin. Her wound from today’s blood work with the butterfly needle did not thoroughly heal and she had this painless bruise that was taped with the help of Twit.

    As we prepared to go with the chatter box making noise, there was a major sylph formation overhead. I got my camera out and took pictures from Brats driveway around 12:35PM. The formation was located northwest.

    We found ourselves back home and to my surprise they were directly overhead. This is where I took more pictures of the sylphs around 12:40PM. The southern most section of this formation marked the border of our house.

    The northern most section is probably a good couple of miles long. This is the biggest and most beautiful one I’ve seen so far in the Bay Area. I’ve uploaded some pictures into this Yahoo! 360 profile today. They moved or waved due east in a very slow and majestic manner.

    Later, we went to get my California ‘Test Only’ for certification of smog. This means I wasted my time trying to get one done today at a local place that didn’t offer this service. Test Only stations provide more accurate readings and are NOT allowed to perform repairs.

    All three of us went to for a walk inside our local mall once together. Maw found herself enjoying a three minute massage from those black chairs for US1.00 notes. Maw rested near the water fountain; while Paw and I went around for another fifteen minutes.

    Today, I’ve gotten one and one half hour of walking done and without the leisurely limp from a painful right knee joint. I believe my rubber sneakers provided the support compared to the cheap leather flat shoes I wore while walking with Brat that one day.

    I ate two Vietnamese spring rolls leftover from Brat’s surprise birthday parties and found myself sleeping off today’s walking exhaustion from 03:30PM to 07:30PM. Furthermore, I believe I spent my precious energies yesterday night to turn some ugly red clouds to some nice white clouds as seen today.

    My personal belief in love, light and laughter has brought forth the sylphs, who have heard my thoughts regarding trails were being laid earlier this morning. Fluffy white clouds continue to linger behind both the Westside hills towards the Pacific Ocean and Mt. Hamilton, CA.

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  • 20060526-Sleepy Sleep

    For the past few days, I’ve felt weak and sleepy.
    Yesterday, I’ve blogged about birds and felt weepy.
    Prior to sleeping, I’d relaxed but feel tizzy.
    Recently, I’m not quite alert and feel dizzy.

    I don’t know why my system would shake and quiver.
    My love and light would be sent back like a river.
    No pain was in my left temple side of my head.
    One night I dreamt a tug pulled out the pain instead.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:33PM…

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  • 20060525-Broken Bird

    TechCu seemed to have injured her left leg for quite some time because she would place most of the weight on her right leg with the left one barely tucked under her feathers while resting. She sleeps more with ruffled feathers to indicate we do something to ease her pain.

    Earlier tonight, I had observed that she would go down below with the rest of the fatter brood and pretend to eat. She would poke around the bottom of the white tray and swallow nothing. I threw minuscule amounts of tiny activated charcoal to encourage her to eat something smaller.

    Maw and I decided that she needed to be separated from the rest because the fatter ones tend to poke her out of the way whenever we try to offer TC some food in a separate container. BooBoo and YeYo are especially food aggressive and we think that is why TC is thinner.

    Surprisingly, she still had strength to wiggle within my grasp as I moved her to the new isolation unit, a small white, wired cage with a purple plastic container below to catch her poop. This is the same cage that Bugsy was transported into our home.

    I placed the pink sanded perch with various sized width from the bigger cage into her new home. There are the food and water containers of pink and yellow color, respectively. A nice multi-colored cover with butterflies left over from another cage.

    Birds like TC are enduring and they do have memories that are still intact. We have a photo of Persimmon that looked straight into the camera. Every time we hold up that photo she would peer closer as if to kiss her mate and look behind to see were he was located.

    TC misses her former mate Persimmon, who was also from the wild. I could tell both the Fat Budgie and her were disappointed when Bugsy came into their lives. Both were simply not interested in the new bird and would poke him away.

    Bugsy is a light purple bird instead the dark olive color of Persimmon. And of course, BooBoo, who is a light blue one, immediately befriended her new playmate. Both are actively interested in each other by kissing, feeding and bobbing their heads up and down simultaneously.

    When these birds bob their heads up and down, that signals to us that they are happy birds. When they talk even louder during dinner time, this means they have much to contribute to our conversation. TC did not sing much recently.

    I am wondering if she is older than we expected. Her arrival was from the wild when Brat captured her outside the parking lot of his work almost three years ago. Her age is unknown but she seems younger than Fat Budge.

    Having parakeets as part of the bio-unit does have its moments. Daily maintenance of cleaning the tray, vacuuming the carpet and playing with feather friends is necessary to make everyone happy. This keeps the bio-unit together and us busy with creatures that have feelings too.

    I am feeling that she is indeed hurt both physically from an unknown injury, which is probably during some nights of panic attacks inside the cage and emotionally from her lost mate, who left the same way he came into our lives via the Persimmon tree.

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