Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: health

  • 20060917-Small Critters

    I love eating spinach and anything crunchy like popcorn. I remember watching a cartoon character who got strong from eating spinach. Once again, the AIDS epidemic and other prevalent cancers and diseases are by far higher than the examples of health concerns presented by the news media recently.

    Let’s see. This time it’s E.coli bacteria. This E.coli bacteria is supposed to be normally found in the gastrointestinal tract. I could only assume the same people being hospitalized have eaten their own crap. Some speculate the water is the cause. Perhaps, this is another attempt to make people stay home and cook their own meals for once. Cooking at home would save hard workers from spending money by not eating out.

    Today, we spent around 20.00USD notes on breakfast at Denny’s restaurant when we could have prepared ours at home for pennies. For example, in one eating: our eighteen eggs worth one dollars notes is scrambled at 0.20USD for four eggs and one bag of ground coffee worth 7.00USD notes is brewed at 0.20USD for four cups of coffee. Eating at home allows us to control the ingredients and cleanliness of our foodstuff prior to ingestion.

    Let’s see. There is Listeria microbes found on cold cuts, hot dogs, sausages, sliced ham, turkey, or chicken. On Friday, August 18, 2006 the FDA approved the spraying of viruses as a food additive on the foodstuff we eat. Does this mean we should stop buying those tasty and salty ready-to-eat processed meat for our lunch meals via our deli stores?

    Let’s see. There is the Bird Flu virus that affects poultry in Asian countries and south-eastern Europe. This goes to show that the live birds do not need to suffer inhumanely in cramped cages or unsanitary conditions while waiting for buyers to mercifully turn these birds into tasty edible parts for dinner.

    Let’s see. There is West Nile virus is transmitted by a culex mosquito. This goes to show that these nasty critters could be controlled when responsible citizens take proactive solution and hose stagnant water lying around their properties or properly dispose of any left over junkyard items, such as tires.

    Let’s see. I remember the 1980’s Mediterranean Fruit flies in California and how planes flew over and sprayed our neighborhood weekly and for months. The Malathion smelled horribly through our non-airtight, aluminum windows and then Mom got respiratory illness afterward. Go figure!

    No matter how big the world happens to be there are smaller critters that seem to plague us in the air we breathe, the water we drink and food we eat. I believe we all need to respect nature and switch to organic and kosher foods.

    This means no more inhuman treatment of animals by caging, shocking or boiling even while alive. Our foodstuff should not include hormones, antibiotics, pesticides or food additives either. We should get rid of those frozen foods and eliminate the microwaves too. Oh look! I’m glowing! (zzzztttt).

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    Sunday September 17, 2006 – 06:10pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060911-Burp Bored

    The current time is 1950 (PT) and I’ve eaten too much – one chocolate muffin with a tall glass of organic milk prior to dinner with another tall glass of water. Burping indicates that my tummy has had its fill and I should stop eating.

    But do I stop eating when I feel full? No! Do I step away from the computer to avoid EMR? No! This means I do not follow my own words and expect others to do the opposite of whatever messages I happen to have entered into my blogs thus far.

    Burp! This is my answer for today’s remembrance of a certain September event years ago. Today, I was too busy at work trying to catch up from last Friday and too busy to care if the event ever happened.

    I should feel more sympathy for those who lost their lives but remembered being more angry at that time years ago. I am still angry and for good reasons. I wanted my freedom from working too hard but that ideal has eluded me up to this point in time.

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

  • 20060907-BLT Sandwich

    Latest news: Flynn’s green boogers picked fresh from within the recesses of her congested nasal passages. Boogers have been flung deftly all over the place – on the walls, on the floor and, yes, in kitty’s dish. Wait there’s more! Boogers taste good and are quite salty. Try some while it lasts. Stay tuned for more!

    Hey: Look, here, people! Don’t I have the right to laugh at my joke about the boogers? The real humors are is these latest stories of this ‘oh, drama but laughing tool’ via the mass media regarding another attempt to pick, prod and play with your memory cells residing within your gray matter, or the brain, which is encased in your thick skulls.

    Once again, I had expected something like the sudden appearance of this ‘OBLT ‘ to pop up and present itself like a hemorrhoid that would never heal as with the psyche of those affected by a certain September event some years ago. People need to pray for forgiveness, heal their hearts and try not be tormented with these newsworthy nonsense.

    At around 2323 (Pacific Time), I had experienced another temporary flare-up. This was made possible, not in part because of the ‘OBLT,’ but due to of the almighty effects from a tall glass of organic milk coupled with a good zapping session of about one hour at the base of my tail bone.

    This means I’ve eaten too much good food stuff lately to have made a big dump earlier. So the choice is yours: Either sit in front of the televised programming (or whatever media happens to be available) or stand in line to at your local greasy food place. Either ingest the stinking garbage or digest the delicious BLT (or bacon, lettuce and tomato) sandwich.

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

  • 20060906-Dental Ache

    Today, I had my bi-annual dental cleaning around lunchtime. The session went well and I didn’t need much cleaning (or scraping of non-existent plaque) because everything was perfect, according to my hygienist. But the second tooth on the upper right quadrant has felt wrong after the filling from six months ago.

    The pain of this bum tooth is subtle and feels heavy. I knew the dentist had hit the pulp (where the nerve center for each tooth resides) because I tasted blood right after that drilling pain, which was felt through the anesthesia. He filled in the very small cavity with composite resin that time, by the way, and not with the mercury amalgam filling.

    I do not know if I should get a crown for their bad workmanship. I swear these dentists, like so many other business-minded people, want to get the ‘bang for their bucks’ AND at the consumers’ expense. For 480.00USD notes on this one crown, this is not nice. As I mentioned in many of my previous blogs, I am debt-ridden.

    So I may cancel next week’s appointment on Monday, 09-11-2006 and ride out the pain for another decade or so. Geez! Isn’t that a similar date for remembering what happened to people of two towers years ago? There is more to that event if certain beings admit to why that event should have happened.

    I hope there won’t be anymore upcoming weird events around 09-11. I expect to see nothing out of the ordinary except to PAY proper respect to those ‘innocent’ lives lost during that unfortunate tragedy. They did not know they “had it coming to them”, really.

    P.S. For the lazy people, who choose not to floss everyday, try flossing a week before the appointment. That should make the gums bleed enough to heal over and make it look like you did a good job too! Sorry: I know I’m gross. Hehehe!

    P.S.S. I wonder if a certain freaking network could help pay for my crown, say, around this 500.00USD notes. Please remember that I hate you all!

    P.S.S.S. I noticed the dentist looked weary and knowingly about something after he filled in my cavity six months ago. His work would be the first time I had to go back and have something re-done.

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

  • 20060901-Blue Beam

    I awoke at around 03:30AM to a dull ache and painful feeling in my neck and right should area. The pain killers ingested last night helped but I feel something wrong with the whole right wrist area. I went straight for the toilet and later wanted a glass of water.

    So I tried to make my way downstairs to get my glass and looked through the second story window. I see a faint beam of blue light projected skyward! I watched for five minutes more and decided to enter this blog. But the beam was turned off at around 03:40AM and probably right after I switched on this bedroom light.

    The ranch, which has this equipment, is located down my road about a quarter of a mile away. I could see that the beam is lined up nicely in front of our house too. They usually turn on several others around pumpkin harvesting and tree chopping down. Both activities mark the special days of doom for these plant items or the celebration of man’s made up version of happines.

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

  • 20060831-Which One?

    Oil doesn’t mix well with water and for good reason. If oil and water did mix, the water breathers would suffer and die. Oil spills do much damage to nature on the surface because the dark coating not only makes the tourist spots look bad but makes the habitants suffer and die. The clean up is expensive, by the way. The recover is slow too.

    The fumes of nasty stuff from both smoke stacks and automobiles pollute the air. This makes life difficult for the air breathers, especially those with asthma. Smog coating the blue skies with brownish muck doesn’t look good either. The products from petroleum in the form of plastic, solvents, fertilizers and pesticides do seem toxic if ingested.

    Radioactive material, moreover, is not a basic foodstuff value. I wonder why anyone would bother coming near the stuff and know the damage is possible or promote radiation as a fear factor. Isn’t already expensive enough trying to extract oil and manufacture material, which harm our environment and us? Come on! Duh!  Where else would we all go? Duh!

    Briefly, I would prefer water anytime. This is because we quench our thirst with water, bathe our stink away and provide a source of life to plants and animal. Once again (you freaking yet smart and wise numskulls) already know that there are alternative AND free sources of energy. I do not understand why we continue to avoid the laws of nature at all cost.  What exactly is the cost, huh?

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

  • 20060831-Popular Poop

    I am currently feeling very much pain in my neck, right elbow and more noticeably in my right wrist. This newest torment has been since 17:00 (Pacific Time) yesterday on Thursday, 08-30-2006. I do not understand why this has happened to me.

    I have ingested two pain-killers this morning and the effects have begun to wear off around mid-afternoon. But I continued to work diligently with the pain until 18:00 (Pacific Time) tonight to catch up on work that I missed from yesterday. I did most to the cash receipts entries and I expressed how the company is killing me to my associate who called me.

    I found out that my reporting ‘manager’ will be leaving next pay period. This is the third ‘manager’ that has bailed out on me and my department. I must stink to have scared them away. One of the three ‘managers’ remained for another department. I must leave this company because I feel all alone again here. I do not belong in this box either.

    Yesterday, the Finance department of my company attended a baseball game at Oakland, CA. One of the temps drove four of us and we ate at the restaurant using our 20.00US bogus bucks (each) to pay for the meal. My half eaten hamburger was wasted due to being full from eating the mounds of garlic fries. Yum!

    I thought I wanted to take the leftovers home because my mindset is not to waste whatever food we have been blessed. But since they do not have a nice plastic or paper bag to use, I was forced to leave the foodstuff behind. I feel bad but was happy after having drunk one ‘Bloody Mary’ with mild spice.

    I do not like the taste of this first kind of drink and instead could have had a V-8, which is tomato drink with lots of salty taste. The vodka in the drink did not do much to make me feel any better after having been put through the ringers one last time earlier that same morning. I was louder than normal maybe because the place was noisy and I wanted to be heard for once and from my soft voice. I later bought Fosters beer to drink while watching the baseball game.

    I spent twenty minutes on the surprise call on my cell phone to renew my contract and ended up agreeing to try out this free one for 30-days and for a guaranteed, full refund if not satisfied. I will give this new one to my parents for emergency purposes because my original but bulky cell phone has a nice camera that still works. I should buy a ceramic dot to place on their new cell phone to reduce the EMF.

    Ever notice how hot the cell phones get while using it near the ear holes? I do not use my cell phone much because of the emanating heat, expensive usage if I go over my minutes and, well, no one really knows me or care to call since I am a private person. Moreover, phones make me nervous and I avoid those whenever possible.

    We watched four and a half innings – two innings while eating lunch and two innings while baking under the sweltering heat of the sun. I did see two high trails but those disappeared easily. There were two light planes and one noisy helicopter. Dragonflies of about at least three were dancing in front my line of vision. With my mini-binoculars on hand, those handsome baseball players made my viewing more enjoyable.

    We didn’t stay for the rest of the innings and told the tall manager, who arranged the event, that we were going shopping. I bought two new pairs of denim jeans of darker color because I lost one pants size due having too much on my mind; one grand Tangerine juice drink; one Ethos bottled water; and lost my expensive shades. My head nodded to sleep in the car while going southbound 880 and couldn’t sleep well later on at night due to the pain.

    So at 19:21 (Pacific Time) tonight, I heard the wailing of the fire trucks sounding about two blocks away at the railroad intersection of my road. There was intermittent howling but now has stopped. It is now 19:25 (Pacific Time) and a bunch of low riding Asians marked my writer’s solitude with their racing down my road again.

    Earlier around 18:30 (Pacific Time) tonight and while driving my usual route home bound, my ‘watchers’ pulled from their parked position. This time a paddy wagon of black and white happened to be my local police department. I am amazed how easy they work together to follow me around in my gray Ford Mustang. (‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida didn’t know what a Stang was; so that means he is not Americanized).

    I do not mind being watched by the cutest guys as long as I am not harmed by them.  I do not understand, however, why some co-workers continue to touch me in their friendly manner, such as patting my back or placing their hand on my arm. I feel that they mean no harm but my person is off limits! Cooties to you all, I say! Yuck!

    My purpose is to share who I am with the rest of world based on my reality as a simple person and novice writer and while I am still alive to know what happiness and love are from all walks of life. I know my blogs have been profiled because I met some characters over the years. (I will blog more of my time line later on). But for now, I must tend to my mysterious pain of my right arm areas continue to bother me. Ooo! Ouch! Oow!

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    Thursday August 31, 2006 – 08:05pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060720-Fallenda Be

    ‘All hope abandon ye who enter here’.
    An inscription at the entrance to hell (from Dante in The Divine Comedy).

    I:
    Woe to the fallen angel
    whose hopes and dreams went to hell.
    Lonely cries were never heard
    from her dark corner occurred.
    Pressure to bear was too much
    on broken wings, pained to touch.

    II:
    Praise to the fallen angel
    who bade her heartaches farewell.
    One brave soul answered her call
    and rode her to beg and crawl –
    destined to be a succor
    and always be the sucker.

    III:
    Welcome! Oh, fallen angel
    into the fiery pit dwell.
    Perish in eternal flame
    where darkened souls writhe in shame.
    Remember her painful seeds
    where bloody salvation feeds.

    First attempt at combining elegy and dark (with three stanzas of six lines)…

    Author’s personal note: I HATE YOU ALL!

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

  • 20060704-Freedom Love

    Greetings:
    Happy Fourth everyone and welcome back to my long-winded attempt at creative writing. My apology is to my readers for not providing feedback of my boring and simple life. The recovery of my flare-ups has been painfully slow and now I am able to sit longer hours in front of the computer.

    During my downtime, I find composing poems more enjoyable and challenging than storytelling via my blogs, which may at times be more revealing than necessary to the billions of souls. My recent discovery of different poetry schemes, or types, has allowed me to create better ones by revising my original masterpieces, which are now deleted from this blogging service.

    Future Choice:
    So far, this long weekend holiday helped me relax more and sleeping is all I did. I was with my bio-units by walking around the mall and doing various errands. After much chatting with this older guy, I have realized that I cannot live with my bio-units forever. I may have to take a big risk and move, say, over to Florida where better opportunities await me.

    There are several reasons why I should choose to decide to leave my home of over three decades and build a new life elsewhere. One is that I’m not happy being single and would like to get married and raise a family. Two is that I have business endeavors that I’d like to pursue with a business minded man that I’ve met via a chatting service.

    With my wanderlust attitude and global ideals, my choice would be perfect in this case. Traveling would be nice at least in the early part of the relationship and then I could start popping out those brats to see them through their adult lives. I’d make a great head of the house, which is the default for any ‘normal’ bio-unit.

    I’d cook, clean and garden like a good mother and I’d kick, scream and cry like any normal postpartum and menopausal wife. I’d brave the storm of heated arguments with my spouse and relish the calm of romance with my love. As an idealist, I expect my long-term earth mate to behave to my every bidding and conform to my desires.

    The fireworks of today were watched at the comfort of my home on televised programming as I made two batches of crepe dough. The dough is best strained to remove those lumps. While Maw and Paw cleaned up the dinner table and did the dishes and trash, I proceeded to make about two dozen wraps for Maw to stuff with her vegetables. A copter buzzed our house at 09:30PM.

    Stupid Letter:
    And as I blog, Maw continues to talk long distance with Cling, her sister-in-law, about a letter we received from that uncle Dead from the East Bay. Maw has revealed what a bunch of idiots my relatives are for allowing their lack of motivation to help each other in times of need. It seems that Malnorm needs a driver and Dead, who lives the closest to this sister, expects the rest of his siblings and other relatives to take turns in the responsibilities.

    The siblings, of course, have their own lives to live and none is completely close to each other to care for the other; since there is no monetary compensation either to motivate anyone to volunteer their time or effort. The letter was simply unwarranted and shows how unintelligent and selfish some people are, no matter how tiring or altruistic the driving efforts may be to some people.

    The point is that the couple, Malnorm and that deceased Allbutt, did not prepare for their old age. Now this is plain dumb and anyone reading this blog better go to their legal or financial representative and discuss their future before death comes knocking at the doors. The ‘loved ones’ will not have to suffer much because the documents drafted would be handled by professionals, by the way.

    While sitting at the McDonald’s place this morning with my bio-units and while other ‘watchers’ heard our conversation, my most obvious opinion would be for the old hag to sell her house, which she refuses. This would allow her to spend the money, find a living assistance community to avoid being scared in her now empty house and avoid depending on her siblings for free rides to visit the dead man’s grave and the doctor’s appointments or to attend parties or masses.

    The worse case scenario is to stick the old hag into a nursing home just as the three daughters have done to their old mother, whom we visited this Monday evening. This is karma well deserved for the eldest daughter who mistreated the old lady. Now that the old hag has no where else to turn, this is what is coming to her. The siblings may mistreat her just as she has done to her own mother.

    Visiting Granny on 07-02-2006:
    We visited old Granny from 06:15PM to 08:00PM. I awoke her with a snapshot of her sleeping form underneath a candy cane striped bed cover of red and white color. She smiled with her nice grin and tufted up white hair, which I later combed after finding it somewhere in the small drawer underneath the television.

    She ate our fried chicken, fried fish, steamed rice and watermelon immediately and I took pictures of this event. I gave her my green tea, pear flavored breath mint which she did not seem to like. I took her picture again which shows the mint through her grin. There was another snapshot of her making the L@!n#z trademark ‘fish face’ by puckering up the lips towards the nose.

    I am disgusted with my aunties and I know Granny is going to die there soon because nursing homes only watch, feed and assist the residents, unlike the hospitals where there is medical treatment available when necessary. I’ve heard that her kidneys may be failing and may be the cause for her swollen foot.

    She has a swollen left foot and, according to the nurse, no one addressed the problem. Granny doesn’t remember how she got it but flinched from pain when Maw touched the inside ankle in front of the nurse, who later gave old Granny two over the counter pain killers.

    As a matter of fact, all her toenails have not been trimmed or polished! This is disgusting! Only her fingernails were painted with this fuchsia color so people could see how presentable she looks. I took several pictures of her feet too for my archive.

    Furthermore, Granny has edema, which is excessive fluid, around her swollen ankles. Maw pushed in the area beneath the left calf and the imprints of her fingers stayed on the flesh. Also, Granny smelled of urine, especially in the hair. I am not happy about the condition of this woman and wonder if the daughters have time for her anymore.

    She is not completely with dementia and does retain some long term memories. For several times, she recalls from long ago in her province that a batoo, or stone, landed on her right index toe, which she tried to explain as being twice its size and that Brat is taking classes in the escuela, or school.

    More pictures were taken, including the words I wrote on the Mother’s Day card. This picture has been uploaded to my blog around that time. I am sure the people who taped up that big card on Granny’s wall understood my message of the underlined words of ‘remember.’

    As we escorted the old woman out the lobby, we were intercepted by a couple who does prayers and gives communions. They are in league with my other nasty auntie, Mallow. We left old Granny with the couple. The wife is a known chismosa, or gossiper, and we left right away.

    The stupid part is the minds of both Granny and another old lady is not there. Both old people are hard of hearing and that is sad because the words of the Lord sure fell on deaf ears on these two that day!

    Summary:
    Freedom is always there ringing in my ears during the past month with head pressures being very unbearable and stuffy as I try to live normal life in front of the computer at work as a pod person and at home as a novice poet and writer. I am hopeful for better days ahead.

    Freedom is always there for the smart people who know how to live their lives independently without the assistance of others. Being nice is good only up to a certain point before the welcome disappears. There is still a chance for people to prepare for the worse.

    Freedom is always for the young at heart and we made old Granny laugh in spite of her sentiment of not being to leave the nursing home and live with her eldest daughter, Malnorm. The chance of being loved by the few is priceless and this is true freedom.

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    Wednesday July 5, 2006 – 12:35am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent

  • 20060620-Help Heal

    Tonight there was little done and said. After my arrival from work, I immediately went upstairs and sat down in front of my computer and read more articles online to further confuse my worldview. I only know that when I’m still there can only be peace. Maw came by a few minutes later to inquire if I will eat dinner.

    We ate our dinner of chicken soup with green mustard leaves; small gabi potatoes and carrots. We discussed the attitudes of selfish people and how hurtful their words could be in spite of our being helpful and nice. We concluded that, no matter how much we try to be there for the people we had hope to return our love, the efforts are never enough to satisfy the hard-headed and cold-hearted folks.

    Our other distraction for the night was watching the Fat Budgie flirt with Simon, who shares BooBoo’s affection with the more aggressive and younger Bugsy. She jumps more frequently from one swing to the other one on the far end and from one perch to another. I fed some oat groats to my spoiled brats. Bugsy is getting more comfortable with hand feeding. I talked to them with Pimon bobbing his head up and down in front of me and kissing my nose in affection through the cage bars.

    After throwing Paw’s recyclables only, Maw wanted me to cut her hair. My skills are not that great but I managed to trim the hairline at the nape and around the ears with the electric shaver. The shaver is by far easier to handle than with ordinary scissors. Then I vacuumed up the fallen hair particles from off of Maw, the floor and the equipment. As a matter of fact, I seemed to have forgotten to replace the container and plastic hair catcher back into its storing place as I enter this blog.

    Later, Maw limped towards me and requested that I work on her left knee. She said there were clicking noises and pain inside the joint. So I told her to lie down on her bed and started to work my hands as they seem to know what do to next. There is really no thinking involved as I stretched and bended her knee and kneecap. After only five minutes and around 08:43PM, my job was accomplished. Maw saved money on therapy and time with strangers.

    As usual and to her astonishment, she claimed there is no longer the pinching pain when she walked. Today, she had walked around the mall in her effort to stay fit even though both her knees won’t allow much motion. The knee area did look shiny and swollen though. And I suggested placing an ice pack over the affected area. She is currently relaxing in front of her television inside her room and with the ice pack on her knee.

    With practice, helping and healing can come as easy as putting on clothes. Once again, my intention to do work of good has been possible with friendly beings and is much easier than trying to pretend. Each one of us has at least a unique ability that does not need feedback from others. Moreover, a clear conscience and the connection to one’s personal God are more effective without religious dogmas and with unconditional love.

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    Tuesday June 20, 2006 – 09:50pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060620-Rhazzy Cat

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    Rhazzy Cat 20060617-1622

    Rhazzy
    With both eyes closed
    And two front paws in air
    Concentration with might
    Furry cat upside down on tabled Edge
    Overtime work with orgonite
    Defend us with your pair
    Fight done — he dozed.
    Rhazzy

    Re-created this lost rictameter poem about a photo of a cat owned by ‘Edge‘.

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  • 20060618-Father’s Day

    Today is Father’s Day. All three of us attended the 07:00AM mass with Brat coming a bit later on his own. That was all that mattered when all four of us are together under the same roof of our church. I continued to suffer in silence as I sat for one long hour on the hard wooden pew.

    On our way out, we met our elementary school teacher, ‘Mrs. Esber’. She remembered my full name and couldn’t recognize Brat who was noted for being quiet then and is taller now than expected.

    Maw was proud and talked about her son’s success in purchasing a new home and without any co-signers. We then confirmed that the children have been greedier and that the school uniforms reduce envy and violence.

    In the parking lot, Brat was told by my bio-units to go home. The couple was waiting for the arrival of their new dining set. The hour of delivery at 07:30AM seemed too early and from our experience the time would be much later. We all left separate ways.

    After using the bathroom and changing into our comfortable outfits, Paw drove the Benz to a restaurant. I was in pain and couldn’t drive well after coming home from church and requested he try his best to get there. He needed to be told where to exit. And I ended up raising my voice at my Paw and in apprehension from the back seat because I was no longer the driver.

    We enjoyed our breakfast meal. My bio-units got the power breakfast and I ordered for them. Two scrambled eggs, white toast, potatoes and meat. I got the oatmeal with four toasts and fruits, which I shared with Paw. Both Maw and I got second coffee refills while Paw got only half the liquid on his hot chocolate because the whip cream occupied most of the mug.

    Paw wanted to go see a movie but had to be told my butt hole was still aching and recovery was slower than expected partially due to sitting down at work. I suggested we go walk around the nearby mall after Paw made a right turn from the restaurant.

    Maw remembered the flea market a few blocks down and we found our way to the place after making a U-turn from this road. The narrow opening of the parking lot didn’t allow the Benz to clear the right side and Paw had to reverse a little to avoid scratching his car.

    We got out and the flea market was smaller than expected. We bought a bunch of fresh bitter melon leaves and one bunch of gabi with its potato at the end of the stalks both US1.00 notes each.

    Later this one guy was selling three strawberry shortcakes freshly baked and without the strawberries for US5.00 notes. Although he bargained lower by one dollar, we didn’t buy because the taste was too sweet even for diabetics. I threw away the sample he gave to me.

    So we went home and I slept until 12:30PM and we ate lunch outdoors under the open patio. Lunch was the steamed leaves of the bitter melon; mixed in with chopped tomatoes, onions and drowned with stinky fish sauce. The fried tilapia fish tasted great with this salad.

    I tried to think of cleaning activities and discovered drawers from the plastic caddy of the front closet. I pulled those out and swept the dust bunnies from off the floor of the closet. I tried to discard the dust outside but two bunnies escaped into the wind.

    The drawers were organized as I sat on the second step of the stairways. I threw out old apartment guides since my house is mine for the meantime; old stereo wiring, one television cable; one rice cooker plug and an old electric thermostat for the heater.

    Later I organized the bookcase and didn’t throw out anything out except the old paper bag storing the receipts for the music books in maroon colored leather bind and the accompanying records for each song. I was tempted to throw away older material, which do not belong to me.

    I did some laundry and slept some more until 07:30PM. The whole day and some past days were mostly clear blue skies. Today was much cooler as I slept with the windows open and my freshly scented blankets. Yesterday’s hot weather left me all sweaty from throwing out old Christmas cards into the night after dinner.

    Paw thanked me for the card with a hug. He wondered why I crossed off some words from the last sentence and replaced with better words that made sense to me. I overlooked the wording when I originally purchased the card and later realized this morning that this card was meant for someone who is close to heart like a dad.

    Then the boy called and spoke with both my bio-units and told stories of his new furniture and his being happy to own a house. Everyone knows that after paying off the house the property taxes exists as a form of ‘rent.’ After missing a few payments of this ‘rent,’ there are possible penalties and the potential for foreclosures.

    I am proud that Brat called and was able to speak with Maw after what had transpired between him and me; that he would carry on the genes of more brats; and that today has been simple and relaxing with dinner of noodle soup; tofu, baby boks and ginger closing my day.

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