Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: health

  • 20060611-Silently Busy

    My day has been very slow but productive as I kept busy around the house. At 10:30AM I heard the garage door slam downstairs. This signaled that my bio-units are out of the house. I did my usual morning routine.

    My body did not feel like responding to any movement at all and thought I was low on energy. So I drank a small amount of coffee drink, which didn’t work, and then orange juice from the fridge.

    I waited for a boost as I lay on my bed. I craned my head upward to look outside my window and saw the nice blue skies. This was another refreshing day as the cool wind blows through my window. Later in the afternoon, there were pop corn clouds. In the evening, wispy vertical clouds came forth in the western horizon.

    There was little hope of any recovery as the lethargy of blogging in the morning until 04:30PM continues to weigh upon me. So I lay on my computer bed and did the same as I wait for any motivation.

    I sighed and went downstairs and started removing items from my bio-unit’s closet that belonged to the linen and storage closets upstairs. After bagging almost a dozen pairs of old eyeglasses and cases and stuffed away in another cabinet, I proceeded to organize smaller plastic drawers for Maws sewing and medical supplies.

    The items were illogically organized. Buttons were in the thread compartment; splinters were mixed in with bandages and leftover garters and scraps materials had no place. The mess made me frustrated as I did my best to make sure this won’t happen again. But I know my efforts will be temporary.

    I have placed Maws personally knitted wears, her sweaters and some shirts haphazardly to the original shelves where I removed boxed items, such as baby and christening clothes, an old childhood vaporizer which is now in the garage with other rarely used appliances, and a box of figurines meant to be gifted as junk.

    Then the pain of transferring between two cleared closets upstairs began. I could not decide how to start and had to stop my brain from thinking and meditated for an answer. Nothing inspirational came to mind as I debated between the ‘electronic’ closet and the ‘paper’ closet.

    Two old computers and one monitor were already sitting in my computer closet. So this would be the ‘electronic’ closet, which now contains Paw old projector; projector screen and other electronic goods, such as an old Atari system with game cartridges; old negatives of photos; and more of Paws accessories to photography.

    The ‘paper’ closet is already loaded with toilet paper and paper towels which were brought from the parking lot sale of a military facility. Old hangers made of wood, wires, plastics and of various shapes and sized hang here. Some holiday figurines; decorations; gift wrapping accessories from downstairs and the garage have been stored in this closet.

    I had to move four carry on downstairs to be stored underneath the stairs with the rest of the luggage. I had Paw throw a useless one without its leather handle. I found three more of Brats property but have stored the Atari cartridges with the unit and dumped the two in the garage for later pick up.

    Nearby was the front door closet, which is directly in front of the main door. I kept this door open to aerate the odor from Paws’ leather jackets while I placed my snowboard from underneath the stairs to the closet on the right. I had to move the jackets over and hang three long umbrellas to the right.

    My next closet was the linen. But I had to eat lunch and feed Maw who had walked around the backyard. She is beginning to look at our fluffy white clouds above. This is encouraging her to see pictures in the clouds too. I love taking pictures and show her what I see from my camera.

    Paw was ironing his new clothes. It seems that he also bought a new pair of slippers earlier this morning. Since he couldn’t find some nice cotton pairs, he opted for the leather ones. He likes the open toes and not the kinds that strap between the toes.

    I don’t like those painful straps either. My toes are already spaced far apart. While on this subject, tight shoes and high heels are eliminated from my wardrobe. I am down to the same ugly pair of fake black leather pumps and my white rubber shoes for running.

    So upstairs I went and cleaned up the small hallway cabinet. This one is designated for holiday table clothes and napkins. I couldn’t believe I found leftover materials with red trucks and two styles of kitchen window coverings. I found a white oblong napkin with green embroidery all by itself and placed it on our alter space nearby.

    I vacuumed more spider webs from the closets and from the shelves. The linen closet was confusing because we have more miss matches than necessary. There was enough space for two more hampers. I found a plastic caddy with four small shelves from the kitchen and requested Maw to buy me the same one in lime green color to match.

    So I stuffed washcloths and hand towels here and left the bottom shelf to the large towels. I do not understand the logic for having too many towels for so few people living in this house. Maybe this is for emergency or flooding purposes or for guests that never seem to come by.

    The middle shelf remained for bed sheets and bed spreads. The top shelf smelled moldy as I stuffed the four ruffled bed skirts; replaced two boxes of blankets from the ‘paper’ closet; and folded two bed liners and a blanket. The remaining blankets are either currently in use or remain downstairs in my bio-units’ closet.

    By 05:00PM, the day slowed down to feeding the ailing TC by hand with oat groats and taking my much needed shower. Later I found Maw coming upstairs to remove and replace the pillow case from Brat’s purple pillow to mine. We didn’t deliver this one and three other items to the boy because Paw felt the boy would come by to pick up later on. We then ate dinner.

    Maw seemed lonely and came upstairs. She requested I help her exercise her left leg by leaning on her bend leg towards her front. Later she wanted to hear a Filipino favorite on cassette tape but I had to retrieve her boom box from her bedroom. The heavy stereo looked great on Brats’ armoire.

    I didn’t realize she would stay this long upstairs. We soon danced to two musics and I found that we synchronized our dance steps towards the end of the second tune. She, like Grandma Val, is very graceful. I, on the other hand, am too stiff and my steps are not light. I do leave heavy print marks behind, by the way.

    I tried to entertain her some more by measuring the distance from and between the walls of the armoire and the dresser. The vacuum couldn’t clear one side and had to take out all the drawers of one piece and move a bit to the right each time. I used my middle finger to measure the distance of exactly two inches from the wall. My middle finger is exactly three inches to the knuckle.

    I was getting a headache from her loud music and the closed windows. Earlier Maw wanted my windows closed because she felt cold. I felt suffocated and wanted to get out the same room because of the heat and her smell. There was also this pressure head ache as I lighted my two candles before my make shift alter upstairs for the night.

    By 08:30PM, Maw claimed that she needed to use the bathroom downstairs. And I finally could rest. I tried to blog but the different one was being serviced. So I decided to meditate until 09:20PM. I felt some tummy ache as I thought of the events of today; how to improve our harmony together and to stop thinking too much.

    With that said, I’ve accomplished much today. I did receive some appreciation for today’s work from Maw, who, in return, received her compliments from her friend ‘Any Season’, who had left a phone message last Friday claiming that the very sound of Maws voice or encouraging words healed the old lady. I have yet to hear the heartfelt and sincere thanks from Brats but silence is golden, right?

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    Sunday June 11, 2006 – 11:44pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060609-Flare Ups

    There is nothing left but lots but rest and relaxation, which I’ve done by sleeping almost two-thirds of a twenty-four hour cycle. The pain seems so severe that I feel like dying and might as well have an early funeral.

    No one would attend my funeral because I have no friends and my relatives are ungrateful. Flare ups that burn, sting and throb the whole day are no joke. I’ve not work for three days and can’t blog while sitting. I’m afraid of using the toilet but still eat. This is my oxymoron lifestyle.

    Nothing spectacular happened today except my sleeping almost the whole day and waking up around 05:00PM. I did some laundry. Later, while still in much pain, we went shopping for house slippers, which Paw did not find as usual. I bought two more packs of under wears.

    These are boys briefs made for women and do not cut my circulation like those high cuts or bikini cuts. These kinds I could wear indoors as if I were wearing shorts. Unfortunately, I did not shave my legs and I could only hope no one walks in to see my excessive hairiness.

    Maw and I struggled to straighten this one green colored, Batik styled bed cover. One edge was lower by four inches and I cut the extra while Maw measured fourteen inches from the main design; so she could sew the edges. There were two more loads of laundry before I could place this cover back on the bed behind me.

    The pain has subsided but continues to burn into my being. I kneel once again before you, my audience, and the computer to blog further. There has to be a way for bed ridden folks to work on the computer. Besides, this is better than sitting straight up on a backbreaking chair like mine.

    I bid you all to take care of your behind because this area is very sensitive and does not heal the fastest like the cornea or liver. My diet will now be nothing but baby food consistency for I must loose lots of weight and take care of my health, if I want to continue to live a pain free lifestyle.

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    Sunday June 11, 2006 – 04:32am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 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

  • 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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    Sunday June 4, 2006 – 11:55pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 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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    Saturday June 3, 2006 – 03:11pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 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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    Thursday May 25, 2006 – 09:11pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060520-Friendly Brat

    Today has been mostly gray clouds over the whole Bay Area and not a single drop of rain fell. The air is cold and crispy as I looked above to see the Sun with its nice halo. There are some wispy clouds behind and that is enough to convince me that today will be another fine Saturday.

    We are frying fish outside the char broiler and the propane tank has enough fuel for many more fun filled days. The first one is catfish and the second one is tilapia, a popular Asian fish. I prefer tilapia because it’s meatier compared to the smelly catfish, which reminds me of old men with whiskers. There are three green chili peppers and a slab of meat being cooked also.

    At around 10:29AM, there were two black colored copters that flew from a southwest direction towards a northeast direction into the distance of Mt. Hamilton, CA. I do not know why they would make their presence known DIRECTLY over my home or my parents’ house.

    Yesterday and today, there were lots of light planes making their presence known in my airspace also. I never flew inside a light plane before and would assume that it’s too loud inside. Besides, I did mention in my previous blogs that my tummy doesn’t like the feeling of free falling.

    I took pictures of both copters; the gray clouds; the Sun’s halo and some birds with my CB in the background. This goes to show that my life as a novice writer and warrior, a dedicated hard worker and slave and a simple person and human, could be described as being none other than a Friendly Brat.

    My purpose in this lifetime is to observe the events unfolding in my immediate surroundings and learn all that I could and to take all the trials and errors that I could possibly encounter and make life both fun and enjoyable.

    Today should be another example of how there seems to be lots of wool being pulled over everyone’s eyes. The wool, in my opinion, could be fear, which I felt as my hand shook from excitement when I messaged Brat about the two copters flying above.

    The increase in police activities on the roads and in the skies and in spectacular headlines that seem to focus on negativity are examples of more wool that should not make us feel cold from fear like ice cold tea or lemonade but should keep us warm like sweaters knitted by loved ones.

    I would like to remind everyone that the mundane events have many positive outcomes on a daily basis that do not always make the headlines. This brat wants to make sure that the senses of new and old thinking in each and everyone are being tickled in a friendly manner.

    Once again, I would like to subscribe to the great comedy of life and allow everyone to discover that laughter is the best medicine. Besides, if we all want to one day meet our Maker, I would prefer to know that many great smiles have resulted from people who could make a difference in all that is good.

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    Saturday May 20, 2006 – 11:55am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 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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  • 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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  • 20060501-Gold Luck

    1. Gold Zapper

    I love gold, especially my zapper from South Africa. The device arrived today in a white envelope with the prettiest stamps of five: one green bird; two green butterflies and two fish of blue and orange.

    I opened the package up on 08:55PM; dropped one of two batteries; read the personal ‘thank you’ note written on a red card and excitedly strapped on the device to my right calf. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about my internet order since yesterday.

    My right calf immediately started to twitch. This twitch has been ongoing since 1996 after receiving a nice red bullet like souvenir from my vacation at Philippines. I think this was after we visited our ancestral hills, which had tall grasses for biting critters to hide and jump on unsuspecting tourists from America.

    I bought this zapper because I like the idea of the white band to strap on the arm or leg. The contours of the body make for zappers to slide off easily unless secured with clothes, for example. The band is quite comfortable and not constricting.

    The freedom to move about is great while I zap away my critters. I have to move it around when it gets itchy or uncomfortable; could choose different parts of the body and not have to worry of its whereabouts.

    2. Orgonite Experiences

    As I continue this blog, I would like to share today’s experiences that may be related to my newest orgonite purchase. Usually, there would be copters flying around my house. And one copter did flyby my neighborhood prior to my 05:00PM arrival at home.

    At around 09:22AM this morning and on my usual road going towards Highway 101, I passed by a large white and very clean pick up truck. This ‘watcher’ did not follow me but instead pulled out from its parked position and made a U-turn. I noticed a ‘homeless’ cyclist pedaling from the point of my intersection.

    Trail clouds were being laid on the West coast hills of the Bay Area this morning. Around 02:50PM, I noticed a trail cloud above our twelve story building cutting towards the circular buildings in a westward direction.

    I continued to limp to my car parked on the first floor of the garage. My bum right knee was painful from overexertion during Brat’s move yesterday. And I hardly got up my chair from work because my knees wouldn’t bend all that well.

    We left the building to go to the hotel (on the same block of the convention center) where a meeting of our company took place. I intercepted a co-worker and we used the restroom; walked into the meeting late and, instead of standing the whole time, left some co-workers and in a few minutes found myself a seat on the very front.

    I clapped my hands like a robot cue; drank my bottled water when I felt dry and kept my face neutral the whole time. The main guy of the company was speaking at the time and I think he kept looking at my direction. I like to think I’m popular. But I am a worker like everyone who listened to the d

    The presentation was not that long as I sat very still and kept my spine erect in order to minimize pain from yesterday’s move of ‘Brat’s. My name was up on the projector screen to show people who worked three years and I raised both arms up in elation. There were a few that reached six or more years.

    Later the reception included lots of food, drinks and dessert. I ate only three sushi rolls, a chocolate covered strawberry and one hot cup of coffee. I took home a chocolate chip cookie, which I will eat later. I only talked with one co-worker from the finance department. There were too many people and decided to leave at 04:30PM.

    At 04:45PM, the sylphs continued to transmute a single trail cloud being laid over Mt. Hamilton, CA. The clear blue skies have made the whole day quite pleasant and this blissful feeling encouraged me to sing of friendship and love to the sylphs as I drove home from the hotel.

    About 09:20PM, this sharp pungent odor, which may be from a stink bomb, filled the night air. I immediately closed all the windows upstairs and hope my ionizer could filter away this stinky smelly.

    The zapper shocked my leg at little bit at 09:32PM and I simultaneously heard a sharp sound to my right side where my dresser is located. Whenever my system is jolted, there would be the sound of a rap or a tap somewhere inside my bedroom.

    3. Good Luck

    This orgonite unit could not have come on a better day because Brat is now living in his new house. Once again there is no co-incidence and the fact that both the receipt of zapper and his first night at his new house are considered lucky to me, at least.

    Two people, who found each other, are lucky and in love. This is like finding gold at the end of the rainbow. Rainbows are colorful but seem to appear a little after the storm. And the storm in this house is no longer.

    This house is now quiet and calmer after the fighting that has been occurring between Maw and Brat. I am not that afraid being alone upstairs as long as I have my nightlight while sleeping and my 100 watt light bulb to keep my bedroom brightly lit while blogging.

    My convincing him to live in his new house on Mayday, which is the first of May today, is a good way to start his life away from home and towards a new beginning. In addition, I couldn’t wait to find a way to get the faster computer and DSL line leftover from him.

    The first separation prompted Brat to call home several times to obtain his bio-unit’s blessings and to feel the comfort of knowing his bio-units is still with him even when he is away from home.

    We brought: ear swabs of cotton; paper towels and toilet paper; his miniature crucifix; his a magnet of two squirrels which is now on the fridge; his laundry; two headless Sanrio pillows and his two stuff bears of dark brown and honey colored Pooh.

    My bio-units lectured to the couple and we all had the chance to meet the next door neighbors, who are elderly Asians. Twit spoke their language and I too will have to learn by taking classes when I retire early soon enough.

    My new beginning is possible because this morning I spoke with my bio-units about cleaning both his room and the guest room. I apologized to them tonight and took responsibility for everything that went wrong.

    My goal is to clean up the mess instilled into Brat’s malleable mind and reconcile the hurt between his folks and him. I will provide only positive feedback and better counseling skills by asking lots of questions and listening with the benefit of a doubt.

    As in my previous blog entry, Mayday is not just for the hard workers or fertility festivities but is: good in the receipt of my internet purchase; lucky in the new life of Brat and golden of having hoped to further reconcile our differences.

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  • 20060430-Merry Moving

    Today, I’ve helped Brat move his property from this house into his new one. Twit was also there and was amazingly strong to have picked up boxes I would consider heavy for me. Both have careers in the IT departments so they are used to handling the computers at work.

    I went downstairs and greeted my bio-units but silence was forthcoming. I drank two cups of hot coffee brewed by Maw from downstairs. This silent treatment does not bother me one bit because, by nature, my personality is to say little and to stay quiet most of the time.

    The twosome left unannounced to an unknown location. This is very unusual and shows how manipulative old timers could be especially when their old worlds are being undone by a couple of spoiled children of theirs, who want freedom.

    I refuse their playing victims of not being respected during the couple’s first move together. I could be wrong and maybe should have asked Brat if he requested their assistance.

    I was already wrapping the coins of Brat when he asked me in angry tone to help him move some of his boxed up property downstairs around 11:00AM. I could not understand why he glared at me for not sounding too co-operative initially.

    I should have stopped him right there and told him off with that kind of attitude. But I knew this was yet another opportunity to lose my weight and raise my heartbeat, which should flush out stagnant blood throughout my sedentary system.

    So I grumbled to myself as usual and forced myself to offer whatever time I had today. I was feeling grimy and had to take a quick shower prior to exerting my precious effort and energy to make their move smoother.

    Brat, however, did notice that I was already out of breath within five minutes after going up and down the stairs to bring down the lightest boxes. At least, I was neither seeing stars, yellow spots or sparkling dots in the front of my eyes nor feeling dizzy.

    The first trip included his boxes of clothes and other essential; while the second trip included his gadgets for hobbies. A third trip to include his two kayaks of plastic (to take) and Greenland (to leave) and his three remaining bicycles, which he will bike one for each week from here to his house, would have been nice.

    I was hoping to go back the second time immediately after unloading the first batch but had to stay to bring the rest upstairs at Brat’s request. This took another one hour or so and wasn’t feeling comfortable being there without Twits approval too.

    I had a stomach ache from eating the ice cream from the ice cream truck, which mysteriously appeared in front of their new house while the song ‘Fur Elise’ played at 11:55AM. ‘Namaste’! I said to the driver (or one of my many ‘watchers’) after Brat and I got our sweets.

    The second trip was much faster. Because I felt stronger after the initial flush of ice cream, bottled water and a carbonated drink afterward. Also, I felt little pain of exertion due to doing my simple stretches and exercises, which helps to keep the flabby skin under control and to strengthen my muscles.

    Afterward, we dropped off the extra boxes at the trash section of her condominium. We then ate at a Vietnamese restaurant. We each ate US8.00 notes worth of meal. And since I am elder sister to the couple, I offered to pay. My first credit card maxed out and had to use my second of six cards to pay a total of US43.00 notes.

    This is my expression of hard work well done. Together we could make happiness possible. Although Brat had sentiment that my bio-units were not there to help with the physical move, I mentioned that the old timers cannot be there all the time.

    That is why my role is the middle person, who would give them my blessing on behalf of these old fashioned people. I would support Brat, who seems to really want the bio-units to participate more in his new life.

    Today was a merry move for new beginnings on another clear blue sky and crispy fresh air. I am currently playing on my laptop one of Vaihi‘s album of mostly Tahitian words, which I cannot understand. The other foreign languages I could understand are Tagalog and very basic Japanese and French.

    The palm trees surrounding my neighborhood seem to sway and beacon me to come back to my past incarnate home somewhere in the Pacific and away from the place I existed for three long decades with the strong figure head of Paw and the hot headed likes of Maw.

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  • 20060422-Playing Plastic

    Yesterday, we encountered more plastic visages from our relatives. They do seem behaved on the outside; yet I often wonder what mean spirits possessed their insides. There is definitely something wrong but cannot tune into the lack of nice qualities I expect from pod peoples.

    The faces of certain relatives are deeply filled with pock marks, weird wrinkles and puffiness filled underneath the cheekbone areas. The twinkles in their eyes are unnervingly insincere and sometimes bug eyed like monsters. Their smiles are etched into their faces and have little or no warmth through their opaque white teeth.

    Maw and I had discussed yesterday evening around 06:00PM about the inner workings of how our East Bay relatives behaved. I have offered my best explanation that we are very territorial and will defend ourselves against others or from our very own kin folks to the very end. Finding fault for the slightest error made at any one time is unforgettable.

    This means that in-laws would be blamed regardless for trifle matters, such as who attended which parties and how frequently one would show face in spite of the back biting that has been going on up to this point in time. There seems to be a general burden that in-laws have to carry for the term of any relationship.

    My presumption is that being in America allows some to forget where they originated. They probably forgot the hierarchy of respecting older people, who are more sensitive and perhaps more traditional than Americanized Filipinos. They freely chose to ‘just ignore’ the protocol of properly greeting and leaving.

    My ‘real’ life experience taught me that certain nasty creatures could tune out or just ignore a friendly gesture of waving goodbye. I have a feeling those people are using their gang, unity or togetherness technique to include only preferred members in their close minded boxes.

    There has been some basic kindness with a simple smile or kind word from certain people, though. Little has been said as the norm except two male first cousins who bothered to have a small conversation of a couple of minutes each with me.

    Maw’s belief that only good exists is opposite of what she expected from her in-laws, who had exposed her further to the harsh realities in life. She truly believes her peace is found with her prayers and within her own God. Her face is remarkably youthful as noticed yesterday by the other curious onlookers.

    Once again I have no other recourse but to take the middle ground between the betrayal of innocence and the trust in love. I cannot ‘just ignore’ the existence of my paternal relatives; yet I cannot ‘just ignore’ the existence of my true being. I prefer freedom over security anytime; forward looking statements over backward thinking attitudes; and embracing enemies over ignoring love.

    My simple life may become more exposed to the world of my future in-laws, if any, and have saved my sense of self by being alone. If stopping my smiling or giggling inappropriately would turn my face plastic, my inner guidance would refuse to be downplayed among more professional players in the game of life.

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