Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: Holidays

  • 20060904-Be Nice

    Be like a river and flow.
    Be like a wind and blow.
    Be like a tree and grow.
    Be like a flame and glow.
    Be united as one and know:
    I love you wherever you go.

    I awoke around 03:30AM again to use the toilet and wanted to post my poem after reading a long-head article of universal love. But I went back to sleep instead. I do not understand how advanced beings could hover around in their spacecrafts and allow the ‘fallen’ ones continue to plague mankind on this planet.

    I suppose the process of cleaning up the ‘original sin’, whatever that is, happens to be slow going for most of us. And I could only conclude that everyone has to allow positive impulses to permeate everything if we want peace, whatever that is. I think I read too much for my understanding or concern.

    The current time is 10:40AM and the air is cold with the sun coming from behind the morning fog. I ate my breakfast alone at home and assume my parents are enjoying their breakfast and morning walk together somewhere. Labor Day is truly relaxing for now.

    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.

  • 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

  • 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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    Monday June 19, 2006 – 12:55am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060503-Devoted Birth

    Ah yes. It’s another Wednesday and the third of the month of May. I thought there would not be any nice weather but some fluffy white clouds came out and so did the sun. There seems to be a white mistiness hovering in the air against the green hills in recent days.

    There was a trail cloud nearby and I took a couple of pictures. Now that I have access to a faster connection I will be able to upload as many beautiful pictures of the clouds and flowers.

    I no longer have to be the impatient person sitting on a hard back breaking chair. I will convince Brat to give me his old leather chair and possibly reimburse him for a new one instead.

    Today I was not in the mood to answer any personal phone call. And why should I? No one calls me on my cell phone anyways! This goes to show that my privacy is important.

    I save my brain from too much exposure to the waves emanating from the device and there is a little dot attached to it to reduce whatever could possible burn one’s ear holes.

    I did, however, had to return an important phone call and hope everything will be fine for everyone. I love processing paper works. It’s what I do for a living. My purpose is to bring hope.

    Little happened at work today with the exception of a top person was publicly humiliated. Some kid actually had the empowerment not to be stepped upon; unlike some people who smelled their way upward. I see two possible reasons why this could happen: quota and improvements.

    But I am not an expert and would rather take the backseat and watch the scenery unfold. My suspicion is that they like to work their way from the backdoor or from the bottom up to get to the real target, which could be no other than an important person like a novice writer right now.

    I will not speculate the reasons for people being treated as this individual has gone through. All I could share for today is that one’s fall is another’s rise. Paws day is to be recognized as a symbol of strength and devotion. He is stubborn but very patient as his Taurus bull sign dictates.

    He was born in a small province called Tuy, Batangas in Philippines. I do not know much about this place but there were lots of sugar canes and the popular fish sauce called Bagoong from Balayan, which is another province nearby.

    The stories of his childhood were not many. He did tell of having worms; walking without foot coverings; saving money for the bus; pooping with is next younger brother, Gigolo, underneath the house of his grandbio-units; crying for his mother because of working the fields of his grandbio-units; hearing the bird crying at the birth Gigolo; and being fed rice, soy sauce and coffee as his childhood sustenance.

    I know that Paw is a strong person. He does not say much and is always quiet, like me. I believe his rage is well hidden underneath his calm outward appearance of any Taurus sign and is rarely shown unless provoked by his wife or his son. What he does say or at least try to express is very difficult for him because English is not his first language.

    His passion is organizing, such as his recyclables and garbage. His hard work on his gardening and his paper works at his favorite wooden desk, which Maw and I bought for him on his birthday years ago, are two other main activities of his. He does get very particular with making sure his tools are well clean and put away properly in their places; just like his paper works.

    Sometimes he watches television with the sound turned very softly that I could not hear all that well. That’s not bad for someone older than me. Sports statistics are his forte. He would ramble on about people and other miscellaneous tidbits that would make me lose my train of thoughts. He does remember birthdays and anniversaries too.

    Politics is another major influence on him. He did mention that he used to go the City Hall in the Philippines and listen to the people speak of various agendas. Currently, he has to be weaned off of watching too much media driven programs regarding an administration that he totally dislikes.

    I know that Paw is devoted to his bio-units. He worked in the Navy and would be out to shore for nine months of the year as he left his bio-units and wife to cry. He would throw up because of motion sickness; get flu from Okinawa, Japan and haul gifts on his back through the same snow to get on the ship for his bio-units and friends.

    Paw is a generous guy because he did sponsor his sister to become a nurse, which was and still is a highly regard professions among Filipinos.’ He would sponsor other relatives to live and stay at his house during our growing years. During parties of those relatives, we would be the one to gift the largest amount. He did not forget Brat and me.

    Paw is a sentimental guy. Buying a simple birthday card would bring tears to his eyes. Today, I bought a card and found the same one from another year that I forgot to give! Any card that I chose has to mean something to me and the recipient. And he hugged me and said, ‘Thank you.’

    There are no days when his daily routine would not be broken. Every morning he eats one orange; one apple; two toast and warmed milk. Every afternoon he exercises. Every evening he eats his banana; sometimes does the dishes and always does the trash. Every night he takes forever in the bathroom. The pattern is very noticeable.

    This is the day Paw is born and we celebrated by going out to dinner. All five us (which included Twit) enjoyed our steaks and a desert of chocolate cake drowned in hot fudge and topped with vanilla ice cream. The night out was simple. Paw and I were the quietest; while Maw and Brat were talkative.

    I drove the Benz to and from our house because it’s the least I could do to reduce the anxiety of Brat’s already hyperactive mode. Driving at night is not too hard for me but my eyes are getting somewhat weaker and my sense of direction is getting there.

    My night is spent uploading the updates and installing other programs into my new faster computer. I’ve moved Brat’s bedroom furniture around again and my computer workstation on one side of the wall closest to the door. I could now rest in my bedroom and work at any time in the other room.

    I think I should rest now because this has been another busy day on Paws blessed day of sixty some odd years so far. I know that he will remember that we are still the bio-units he loves and he is proud to have the role of a caring father.

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    Wednesday May 3, 2006 – 11:59pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments