Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: gardening

  • 20110501-Healthy Heys

    At 5:22pm, I’ve finished the yardwork with the twosome. After shopping at the DeCA commissary store in Moffett Field, CA, we worked the whole day from around 11:00am to 7:00pm. Paw is still finishing up his routine out back. Maw is showering. I finished my HOT shower and am currently wearing warm clothes to keep my muscles from locking up.

    I felt no pain whatsoever from using the spade shovel, pick ax and long rake to dig up loose soil of dusty gray and sometimes muddy dark. Maw wanted Paw to straighten out the red “scalloped-shaped” bricks that lined the empty lots where the roses once stood.

    In order to speed up the process, her logistics indicated that I should loosen up the old soil away from the bricks. That worked. Then I dug a deep hole where the rose tree once stood. I mananged to get some major root system that the fool couldn’t dig up last Friday.

    Then Maw told Paw to haul the leftover orchid bark and soil from last Thursday to even out my area. That worked well and she proceeded to hose down the dried soil and surrounding area. I helped sweep up the gutter of debris with two “walis” of broom made out of several reed sticks.

    With your boosts, I won’t feel much pain in the next 24 hours and hopefully won’t look too sunburned for tomorrows 1:00pm interview with my headhunter’s potential client. Wish me luck!

  • 20110501-Weathery Ways

    Today is beautiful. The winds seemed so still this morning. But when the three of us worked on the empty lots where the rose bushes once stood, the winds started up, only after lunchtime. The skies were crispy, clear and blue. And some light-weight but barely visible sylphs came by towards the evening.

    It was so hot during the mid-morning until 1:00pm. From 1:00pm to 2:30pm, we took our lunch and much need break. Plus, we were avoiding the Honduran national next door to us. He came out to do the front yard too. That couple never seems to time our outings with theirs! Weird!

    We couldn’t do the yard as planned yesterday because the winds were blowing VERY strong and cold too! But this morning the parakeets got their bath AND joined us out front until lunchtime. They were pretty much indoors the whole time to keep them from catching cold because the winds are still cool.

  • 20110428-Recent News

    In recent news,

    Workers begin dismantling Moffett Field’s historic Hangar One
    By Alia Wilson, Sunnyvale Sun
    awilson@community-newspapers.com
    Posted: 04/28/2011 08:23:39 PM PDT

    Tile by tile, the dismantling of the blue and gray colossus that is Moffett Field’s Hangar One began April 21.

    NASA intends to restore the hangar, but funding the project has proven to be a challenge. In 2003, NASA estimated it would cost $27.5 million to re-skin the hangar in steel. Although President Barack Obama proposed a 2012 NASA budget including $32.8 million for the hangar’s restoration, that request still must make it through Congress for final approval.

    —

    I want Hanger One demolished. It’s too old. Let the “earth” breath without that eyesore in the way. I never did like seeing that building. It doesn’t do anything for today’s modern world. I would rather see a Moslem Mosque and/or a new State Capital building in its place. Maybe Moffett Field, CA could be the new location State’s Capital insteaed of Sacramento, CA — the unproductive zone.

    Moffett Field, CA is near water, just like San Francisco, CA. And water means more tourists and potentially new recruits in serving their country. And tourists (and new recruits) could mean more revenue. With the extra revenue, the state (and/or federal government) could expand further and we could have our high-speed train system, which after hind-sight is really good for SMALLER and more HOMOGENOUS countries, such as Japan and Germany.

    In my previous blog entries, please demolish old buildings (such as historical places, asylums, hospitals, apartments, etc.) that are especially haunted by evil/demonic entities and other lost souls. That’s another way of “cleaning house”; so that the “earth” could breath and so that the ghosts could go away. That’s what we did yesterday: Let MUSLIMS remove old rose bushes over 33 years old. And today we will turn the soil and clean it up some more and allow the “Mother Earth” to breath for a while before turning it into a flower bed or vegetable gardens.

    Again, it’s a recurring theme: out with the OLD and in with the NEW — a world of order out of chaos. Now stop perserving history what could be archived on microfiche, just like Obama’s fake birth certificate. Bahahaha! My bad!

  • Roses Gone

    After 33 years or so, ten rose bushes and one rose tree have been removed, including the stumps and whatever root system in the muddied soil. An older, shorter man was the muscle behind the HARD WORK. He was tanned, had dusty dark hair and wore a crem-colored jacket, dark pants and steel-toed work shoes. The blue wheelbarrow, tanned tarp and one GAS-powered blower were tools to help finish the job.

    Paw heard wheelbarrow noises at 7:45am. Maw and I awoke around the same time. While using the toilet to do my number one, I opened the small bathroom window and saw that the rose bushes were already removed! All that was left were some leaves and dented hallows of dirt! We hurried with our routine and found ourselves downstairs and outdoors, greeting the fart, felt the morning sunshine and inhaled fresh air.

    Kamal (or Ali per his outbound phone call) greeted all three of us — first me, Paw, and then Maw who didn’t hear him at first. He was whining about why she was fighting with him but she told him that is how she was being direct. At 8:06am, he wanted to go. The old man was smiling from a distance, hopped into the white truck with tall white walls on either side.

    Paw handed him cash without a receipt. Kamal (or Ali) didn’t have an invoice or receipt for us when Paw requested one. Kamal had instructed me to grab a piece of paper. Of course, Maw had raised her voice to Paw and said that it was okay and to let the man go. The Paw wanted to talk some more and mentioned the underground pipe for the watering system.

    Kamal knows the tall guy named Gidda, who did our watering system out front. Both are from India. But I know that some if not most who claim are from India are really MUSLIMS. Kamal said that Gida is a nice guy and drivse a limosine. So perhaps, Landy might know Anthony, who might know Gihda. Anthony drives a long white limousine in the Santa Clara, CA area.

    The very tanned, short worker dumped the chopped roses on our nice pile of yard trimmings. I grabbed a bottle of holy water from Our Lady of Peace and blessed the old pile and asked forgiveness of the old roses. Then I blessed the empty plots, Maw veggies of eggplants and tomatoe, cally lilly, a good-luck bush and five cacti.

  • 20110425-Wisdom’s Words

    Here is yet some notable words of wisdom by Maw a few days ago:

    “I cannot give a lot on my fixed income and then have my local parish turn around and tell me that they didn’t ask for my donation. Had I known about the situation, you can count on me anytime.”

    —

    From what we gathered, the florist for our church used his own money to make beautiful flower arrangement. He happens to be a very LONG-FACED but VERY sensitive soul. And now that we are aware of the situation, we just need to be there whenever the need arises.

    With regard to “my family”, it wouldn’t make sense to continue down that road. What was supposed to have been a promise has become reality. I’m jobless again. And without income, I cannot repay my family but with servitude of menial chores, gardening and chauffering.

  • Monsterous Monstrance

    When we last visited the elderly Filipino couple for three hours, we learned the latest status of the monstrance. Besides it being the donation via the wife’s SS, it is now locked up properly.

    After fighting tooth and nail with a white-haired old man who “ushered” in the truth of his “hard knock” like in the past, Father Michael had told those present at one time: “He is right.”

    Of course, the old fart talked of his toughness around the place and his right arm upper, of which he allowed me to feel, was tight. Maw and Paw were just sitting there thinking that this man is full of fighting spirit for the Lord.

    If only Father Michael is aware of how the price of over “four grand” made an elderly gardener cry and a “Dick” more cooperative to those who work once worked with government agencies in the past, I’m sure the place will be much more behaved.

  • 20110428-More Spooks

    For awhile, Maw wanted Paw to dig up the THICK-based roses. Paw was getting too old to care and being a sentimental guy, he wouldn’t let go of the hard work in caring for those damn prikly things.

    I had debated before noontime where I should start and called up someone from the “Landscaping” section of the “23005 Berryessa 4/27/11 – 5/3/11” edition of “PennySaverUSA.com”. The listing has a big, fat, white arrow insie a black box. He was the first that I called. And for $100.00 he would remove ten and/or eleven of our rose bushes out front, remove the stumps and haul the debris away.

    After eating lunch at around 1:00pm, he came rather earlier than one hour, since he is stationed off Antonio Rd. in San Jose, CA. He was a tall, dark-skinned guy and wore a mustard-yellow, jump suit! He had a military-type cut and wore a cellphone in his right ear.

    When I asked him for a quote, he was hesitant. Then Maw started to raise her voice and get mad at the guy. “Business is business. I need a quote. You are not the right person to do business with!” Then she started to walk away.

    He then quoted the price of $100 for the removal of ten and/or eleven rose bushes, the removal of the rose stump and the hauling of the items. He asked when the trash will be hauled away. I said tomorrow morning on Friday.

    Maw raised her voice at the guy again: “I know English. You are not the right person to do business with”. He then started to talk back to his potential customer. “What is wrong with her? Why is she being like that?” he asked me. I didn’t say anything and let the ball roll.

    It sounded like he didn’t haul away his trash but merely told us that he would put “it” in his truck if they don’t pick it up. He didn’t hear me when I said TOMORROW morning. Where he put it will probably be dumped illegally (or not, I’m hoping).

    Knowing that the creep was a Muslim, I kept covering my nose with my high-collared, acrylic turtleneck, black-colored jacket, not because of the VERY windy day but because it’s sypathetic to business. After the “business transaction” was clarified, he said: “It is cold today”. He walked away and said he will see us tomorrow morning. Twice, I had to ask at what time he would show up.

    The friggin’ spook didn’t even write up proof of the work. So this will probably be paid in cash because he seem to need some sort of work immediately. After 1:20pm, Kamal left the scene in a taupe-colored, Ford Frontier truck (xxxx199), which was parked in front of our neighbor located across from us.

    As per the “PennySaverUSA.com”, his license number ends in xxx562. I’ve checked the “www.calb.ca.gov” website (or more specifically “https://www2.cslb.ca.gov/OnlineServices/CheckLicenseII/CheckLicense.aspx&#8221😉 and looked up his “business number”, which looks current. I also checked the “.biz” website and of course, the name of any contact is not listed. But at least he is local; since he knows about our city’s codes.

    Tip of the day: Ask a friend of a friend for reference in doing gardening, landscaping and yardwork. Continue to scout around for good help. Save you money for good help, especially for your nursing home! Bahahaha!

  • Black Bumblebee

    Yesterday, after finishing up my yardwork on a fine and dandy day, I looked up and saw the same FAT, black bumblebee! I’d say he is as big as the first phlange of a guy’s thumb. He was buzzing slowly above my head but in front as he went inside his home, a rotten portion of our rafter in the backyard.

  • 20110427-Healthy Heys

    After morning mass and a quick breakfast, Paw was ready to mow his two lawns — front and back. At around 10:15am, he wanted me to haul the two weeks debris from a ditch near the shared fence of the Chinese behind us. After four trips of fully-loaded material in an old, rusty, red-colored wheelbarrow, I’ve sustained four tiny wooden splinters on my left hand. The splinters came from the cracked handles of the wheelbarrow and ther wooden handle to a metal sweeper container.

    After about one hour or so, Maw had finished my eggplant-colored, acrylic vest. So she went outdoors to work on her dying orchids. There were over three dozen containers to redo — remove the old bark and soil and add in FINE orchard bark. I made several trips to dump the old soil into the squared-off hole, where a tall eucalyptus tree once stood off the side of our house and next to MY long stretch of road. Of course, I did most of the leg work while the disabled one sat on her beige-colored metallic chair. Paw sat on his make-shift wooden stool to scrap off calcium-deposits from the plastic containers, which I removed from the make-shift, wooden house for Maw’s orchids, placed those within easy reach of Maw, removed those from her for Paw’s scaping, and replaced back into the two, open-air orchid houses.

    So for the rest of the day until 7:10pm this night, we finished our yardwork. The copter made its round over our house towards a northern direction when Maw and I watered the backyard and then back the opposite direction over the railway intersection. It may be that I was making some fruit trees happy with fresh water. Copters don’t like happy people and happy trees to say the least.

    But into order to make our gardening experience happen, at 14:41pm Maw and I bought 12-pack of orange flowers and another 12-pack or purple flower at Lowe’s. A total of 16 flowers (or 8 each) were planted into the empty hole at around 6:30pm. She bought an Asiatic flower of red for the backyard. We didn’t find our 1 cubic bags of orchid bark after using up two bags of the same size. So we decided to go home and eat lunch.

    After lunch I drove the three of us to Payless Nursery by taking the long way — southbound HWY 101. The traffic was okay for we took the carpool lane. But construction slowed us down at the Tully Road exit. Maw was pissing off BIG time from the backseat, no doubt from the STRONG coffee I made her drink around 10:00am to give her a extra boost for today’s outdoor activity. She was happy after we arrived safely.

    Besides our planned purchase of FOUR cubics of orchid barks and two more cubics of soil conditioner for Paw, she ended up buying an African flower of purple for the backyard, too. Happily, we worked and painfree, too. I noticed some high-flying birds near the appearance of big sylph near Mt. Hamilton. I was happy to be outdoors for such a long period of time that I sent my love every which way possible.

    Thanks for the MASSIVE number of chemtrails criss-crossing near Mt. Hamilton, boys! It didn’t bother me through my “doctor’s mask” as I was too hurried to get the job done prior to the setting of the overall BEAUTIFUL sun against crispy blue skies. Quit making your presence so obvious, too. Thanks to the sylphs, too for making your soft appearances, too! I like that single “fan” and miniature but horizontal one, too.

    P.S. To the City of San Jose: Quit wasting our tax payer’s money! You know there are wealthy people living in this town. By the way, I showed my rear end to a SJ city worker in his white truck with a “tree crane”. He was parked underneath MY eucalyptus tree, which is elder and does not deserve to be cut down just yet. I may hire a horticulturalist to determine its fate soon since it is over 30 years old. I was pissing off verbally about taxation and such but he was merely observing other workers three eucalyptus tree down MY long stretch of road.

  • 20110426-Healthy Heys

    Oh, painkiller!
    You’ve set me free,
    Oh, 650mg, aspirin-free!

    —

    Today we shopped at Petco to replenish the food for our parakeets. While shopping, I kept whistling to the lone parrot in his glass enclosure. He had made a “sexy” whistle earlier. Later we watched the finches and baby parakeets. They stopped and looked at us. All the while, I kept whistling to the parrot until I couldn’t hear him near the cash registers.

    Then we bought two pairs of shoes from Payless next door. It was buy one pair, get second pair half-priced. I Paw bought his “dressy-looking” slip-on and found the same, normal-looking-for-work, black shoew for work! Then we drove a short distance to the Michael’s store to get Maw’s “eggplant-colored” yarn. My vest is almost done.

    Afterwards, I had taken a nap until I got up to see 2:11pm on my atomic clock. I then browsed oniine for another hour and went downstairs, expecting to do some gardening. Sure enough, Paw and Maw had finished eating lunch and Maw was already bringing her vegetable plants from the backyard to Paw who was digging holes in the front yard.

    I had no choice but to help the two old timers. With the three of us working together, the yard work could be completed faster. The weather was beautiful with the crispy blue skies and fresh, COLD wind blowing to keep us bundled up in warm jackets. Some fluffy, puffy clouds of white were seen last night and this morning.

    We pulled weds, which were really my tall, yellow clover flowers and ground covers of purple/white flowers. Some were already dry. Others were starting to dry up. I used a “bolt cutter-like” tool to snip off LONG branches of “fake rose” branches, which are more slender, willowy and non-productive.

    The front was done and Maw had started pulling more weeds out back; while Paw dug four more holes for her veggies. I used the electric blower to free the backyard off eucalyptus and other leaves, dried twigs and branches and most especially DUST!

    From 3:00pm to around 6:00pm, we worked. Maw and I took our showers. Paw was still watering the plants. He is usually the last to make sure everything is in place, just the way he likes it.

    After dinner, washing up and saying the rosary, the pain set in. Maw and I took our painkillers and I still feel sore in my joints and in between the shoulder blade earlier from going outdoors to throw recycleable AFTER taking a shower. I guess the muscles froze a bit.

    Now it’s time to go to sleep and recover. Althought I will continue to hate TPTB and pals, most especially that fat bastard and his kines; I have enjoyed whatever time outdoors with the twosome and indoors with the parakeets while encased in this damn fleshy body of lard from hell.

  • 20110417-Random Thoughts

    Nice day! Lots of sylphs! Big ones and little ones, too! Chemtrails everywhere, just the same. Except for two hours, I had to take a nap and awoke prior to 4:30pm to loud sounds downstairs. A much needed sleep from burning out during the Lenten Season project, left unfinished and yet unchecked.

    It was the girl and Maw. Seems like the boy has been overcharging his credit card. It could temporary. And neither is the girl’s laziness to garden with her well-manicured hands. But pride doesn’t go away that easy. Nor does Maw’s high blood sugar of 233 after a couple of bites of egg white sponge cake. It’s sweet smell rides into my nostrils like the sulfuric devil and the girl’s presence and her high pay for living large, like his ego.

    Paw didn’t notice the disappearance of the four cakes as I had squeezed out the life of the meringue with my bare hands under running water. The air taking most of the space and only bits and pieces of the softness left floating on the water’s surface or dropping down below to the strainer. Whirr! Went the garbage disposal. A momentary deepened sound of sadness came from the machine as it was filled with cholesterol — too thick to grind.

    And so another day became yet another night. Nothing but living for a life and donating time and junk from the trunk earlier this morning. What’s left but the comfort of a bed waiting for the sleepy heads. Good night for now. ~the Flynn.

  • 20110416-Donating Away

    That’s it! I’m insane for keeping junk! Well, it used to be treasures but now they have no value. How do you know if your junk has value? After you got your junk, do you ever go back to experience whatever made you like it in the first place? Yes? No? If your answer is mostly no, then it’s junk! If yes, then it’s still yours to keep as treasures,.

    So today, while Maw busied herself with gardening (transplanting two marigolds of maroon and gold into larger clay containers) and while Paw helped her and cleaned up the garden, I started “cleaning [up the] house” and garage! That’s right! There’s really nothing worth “OWNING”.

    The nuttiest of minds would cling to said valuables until senility and old age set in. New owners also have good minds to reinvest said junk. Having said that, here is a nice list of stuff piled up downstairs for donating tomorrow:

    • Over four dozen paperback books of horror, sci-fi and fantasy; and others, such as two about water, two about orgone and one about ghosts and pals.
    • Hard cover books, such one about etiquette.
    • Twelve EASY books piano theories and songs. (I couldn’t throw away the popular sheet musics and old ones with my childhood handwriting.)
    • Fifteen VCR tapes.
    • Three DVD of health (for senior citizens) and dancing.
    • Two 5-disc set of ELR televised sit-com series.
    • Four disc book set of Inuyasha series.
    • Nineteen popular audio CD’s, including four of Vaihi.
    • Thirty-four Mind-Tek CD’s (including book on “Super Brain”): 4 Starters, 5 Ultra Meditation, 9 Transcendental Mind Series, 8 Healing Music, 5 Virtual Dreamscape, and 3 X’s Series.
    • One Ouija board, one wall display of “Weapons of Mindanao”, one shell display with black stand from the Philippines, small *wooden baskets, *four small metal toy cars, a bagful of $1 figurines, one “Japanese” flower display of black and white from the Berryessa Flea Market, one horizontal mirror with brass hooks, one wooden back massage with rollers, one patina-colored dragon bowl, one bag of used parakeet plastic containers and toys, one Chinese-styled, heavily-lacquered, small plant stand from The Home Depot, one “The Shepherdess” poster from Joanna B., one old humidifier *for $5.50, one good hexagonal-shaped fish tank, one metallic exerciser springs used by Paw, who was looking for it, *a LARGE, plastic Tinkinerbell toy flying around in circles, *a rusty set of three attached, 3-D hanging (sunface, hummingbird and crucifix) for the outdoors, *several wooden and metallic frames for large certificates and small photos and other wall hangings; *a black box of pastel-colored, silken, jewelry holding “purses”, etc.

    The remaining “loose” items are still found in my closet as a “life-sized” R2D2 from “The Sharper Image”, stuffed animal toys, collectable figurines (which belong to the boy), semi-precious earrings and trinkets and office/computer supplies. The computer closet has electronic stuff for Paw and some blanket bags and boxes. The linen closet is full of stuff we don’t use. Paw’s bedroom closet is stuffed with unused blankets from the past.

    *Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110417 at 05:40:51 AM UTC.