Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: Maw

  • 20111020-Weathery Ways

    This morning was cloudy — horizontal, puffy ones compacted together. Maw said it would rain. Paw said it won’t. It smelled like rain. Later the sunshine came out; the skies are clear and the winds are blowing cool and mild. The air is nice.

    And the criminals are let out because the jailhouse are too full and cheap. I figured they’d have enough money to run their loud vehicles up and down MY long stretch of road during my back yard cleaning.

    Anyway after lunch, I used the “walis” to broom the dried leaves from off the ginger rock for an hour. I finished at 2:40pm and finished my shower at 2:55pm. Now we have to say the damn rosary. Sorry, I don’t believe God would waste time with prayer beads.

  • 20111019-More Spooks

    From 1:00pm to now, there is the sound of the chain saw and the tree shredder going on outdoors. Earlier this morning and en route to the doctor appointments, I saw large yellow construction vehicle parked in a cul-de-sac, just south of our home. There was an diamond-shaped, orange-colored construction sign, too. In my mind, I wish the shredded material a blessed incarnation to a next life for serving as trees.

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    At 12:23pm, we arrived home from shopping at the DeCa commissary store. The electric garage door had opened at the same time! The white Honda CR-V was no where but in its parked place on the left side of the garage was the red Dogde-like caravan. So whatever is going with that divorced nutter, I had to close our electric garage door immediately.

    “How are we going to unload the grocery from the trunk?” ~Wailed Paw.

    “There’s space in the back! Don’t make everything so hard!” ~I retorted/

    —

    After the lobby scene, the old Vietnamese lady with her gray-haired always in a bun got pissed that we were sitting behind her. We didn’t want to sit down behind the four Filipinos from the Couples of Christ. The old fart from Batangas held out his hand to shake hands with Paw, who refused to shake hands. It was NOT our style and the creep has a cold!!!

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    En route to the lobby of the parish, we saw Ben and how he had a difficult time hosing down the white wall from the waste matter of baby birds in a nest. Then Gloria and Carlos were just walking into the lobby, too. Of course, Gloria seemed her happy self. But Carlos refused to greet the three of us again.

    “Have a good morning, sir!” ~I screamed to the one-eyed old fart.

    Carlos had lied to us about having both eyes done long ago. His right eye has that post-op patch of metal with holes, a blue rubber perimeter and a tape to hold it down. It was the old fart’s birthday and Maw actually got up from our pew and went over to where he was sitting to make the old man smile.

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    A couple of days ago, the Fred the creepy widower shook hands with Maw. He could tell Paw and I are not friendly people with unsmiling face. I especially have given him and other creeps liek him the dirty looks. I’m not very “Chirstian”, eh? Bahaha!

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    Over the weekend, the one-eyed creep was constructing a well-made/designed structure, which is attached to the side of the divorced nutter’s home. He made soft sounds of hammering and circular sawing. On Monday, there were old wood and other OLD computer junk sitting near their gas main. At least their backyard looks better than the junk in the backyard of the Mexicans located behind the divorced nutter’s backyard.

  • 20111016-Daily Stuff

    At 12:37am, I’ve finished 41 more Plinky.com prompts rather quickly. Earlier this evening for about two hours or so, I’ve shared 345 old prompts in my other registered WordPress.com weblog.

    Earlier this morning and prior to attending this evening’s mass, I’ve archived old posts. I learned that fifty items per bulk action is a good number to work with when pressed for time.

    I figured that blogging too much is not good. It just makes archiving that much harder. So I’ll try to create one BIG post per day. But I don’t think that will work well because a generic post title doesn’t tell the readers much.

    The usual three course meals were eaten and hair cuts were done (Maw to Paw, Moi to Maw and Maw to Moi). Parakeets were overfed and sluggish, too. Maw completed her “embroidered” stiches using her Brother’s sewing machinge. Now my two long-sleeve sweat shirt has pretty designs.

    The day was filled with wispy clouds, popcorn clouds (like yesterday) and HAARP clouds, too. The sunshine was its usual bright and white self but the winds blew cool with this evenings air being that much colder.

  • 20111016-Daily Stuff

    At 12:37am, I’ve finished 41 more Plinky.com prompts rather quickly. Earlier this evening for about two hours or so, I’ve shared 345 old prompts in my other registered WordPress.com weblog.

    Earlier this morning and prior to attending this evening’s mass, I’ve archived old posts. I learned that fifty items per bulk action is a good number to work with when pressed for time.

    I figured that blogging too much is not good. It just makes archiving that much harder. So I’ll try to create one BIG post per day. But I don’t think that will work well because a generic post title doesn’t tell the readers much.

    The usual three course meals were eaten and hair cuts were done (Maw to Paw, Moi to Maw and Maw to Moi). Parakeets were overfed and sluggish, too. Maw completed her “embroidered” stiches using her Brother’s sewing machinge. Now my two long-sleeve sweat shirt has pretty designs.

    The day was filled with wispy clouds, popcorn clouds (like yesterday) and HAARP clouds, too. The sunshine was its usual bright and white self but the winds blew cool with this evenings air being that much colder.

  • 20111014-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes taken on the “Memo” apps of my useless cellphone:

    10/14/2011 07:23 am: I saw a photo online. It showed Thailand dancers wearing long fingernails. To me, that do NOT look human at all! But in reality may be reptilian in origin. How could any human work and play in those long finernails, except entertain one’s wild imgination?

    10/13/2011 19:43pm: As per a conversation with Maw (mostly as usual), America is already owned by FOREIGNERS who would invest on real property and build their condominiums, duplexes, sub-divisions, townhomes, single-residentials, and apartments. They (South Asian Indians/Muslims) would charge TOO much on these real properties and take the American dollars home to enjoy! That’s why Americans are poor!

  • 20111011-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes entered via the “Memo” apps of my cellphones:

    10/11/2011 11:37am: I hear the mocking bird singing outdoors. It’s 11:45am and I no longer here the bird singing. But I heard the parakeets talking downstairs and outdoors.

    10/11/2011 10:35am: To my left, there was a Ford Mustang with a CA license plate number ending in 445. The license plate holder showed C.H.P 1199 Foundation. I saw double digit numerical values here.

    10/11/2011 10:28am: While stopped at a streetlight at N. First St., we were behind a vehicle with a CA license plate number ending in 133. I saw double digit numerical values here.

    10/11/2011 10:12am: After dropping off Paw’s prescription renewal at the physician’s office, we were at our vehicle. I felt something on my left index finger, panicked when I saw a little brown spider and blew on it twice to remove the hitch-hiker from my person. It wouldn’t let go because it got a spider web of life connected to my bottle/hand. I tried placing it on the car but that wasn’t nice and so I decided to release upon a stem of willowing purple flowers.

    10/11/2011 09:22am: The odometer of the Paw’s MB E430 read as 40,552.

    10/11/2011 09:14am: After eating breakfast at Denny’s but while eating the freshly cut Fuji apple, another thought came to mind regarding how the apple had turned brown from lots of bacteria breaking down material. Usually, DNA of all life form has in itself the ability to SELF-LEARN and thereby will know how to combat all sorts of sickness and diseases, if left alone and without the intervention of medical technology as introduced by ALIENS.

    10/11/2011 08:08am: Three nights ago, I meditated while lying down, ready to drift off to sleep. I had clasped my hands together to form a pyramid over my head and down to my chest in prayerful thanks to “God”. At 12:50pm, I saw a VERY small but brown-out color of yellow dim straight ahead but towards my “right” field of vision in the general one o’clock direction.

    10/11/2011 07:00am: I awoke to the sound of the electrically-powered smoke detector blaring from the HOT steam of Maw’s shower. I had to get up from a dream and use the hair dryer to “deactivate” the noise and use the electrical fan to blow the steam from the bathroom.

    10/11/2011 07:41pm: Last night there was the smell of gas upstairs — mostly in my computer bedroom, my sleeping quarters and Maw’s bedroom, too. I had used the fan to blow the gaseous-smelling air from her room and into the hallway; from my computer bedroom out the window and my sleeping quarters with the timer of the fan set to half an hour.

    10/10/2011 21:23pm: On the ticket of that night’s televised news cable programming, Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez sought treatment and/or more tests in Cuba. Maw sensed that he didn’t want his own people to kill him while in an unhealthy medical state.

    10/10/2011 10:41am: While sitting at my computer workstation upstairs, I saw a robin sitting atop the persimmon tree of the next door neighbor. The clouds were gray colors of light and dark and the rains would fall VERY lightly — so light that it won’t spot my eyeglasses.
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  • 20111006-More Spooks

    Today, Fred and his youngest son and his wife attended this morning’s mass. They gave Maw a hug. The old fart smiled and said to me: “Your [new] haircut makes you looks like a Hollywood movie star.” And he pat me on the back slightly. Two days ago, he sat behind Maw and me. I guess he got lonely or something after his bug-eyed, blob of a wife passed away one year ago.

  • Still connected…

    Although the turd and twit no longer visits ( PHYSICALLY) us old timers in our last leg of the journey, the turd and his OLD family are still connected in “thought”.  That twit is NO good. But because the boy chose that path, he still had the balls to leave the faulted relationship like his first cousins, Joh and Jerel.

    After shopping for donuts at Kingberry Donuts and eggrolls, shrimp balls and baguettes at Kingberry Eggrolls, we went home.

    Usually upon arrival, I would vacuum the parakeet feathers and seeds from their mat.  While vacuuming, I called out: “Mom!” I said aloud to myself and hopefully within ear shot that Jr. is coming to visit.

    Sure enough I received a text message ay 9:22am from the vou that he is going to San Diego, CA for a wedding over the weekend on October 4.

    Maw said she didn’t care: I see a reversal effect or mirror magic at work here. I said at least the twit has a job to support the turd and at least the turd has a house, which they MUST sell because it is too expensive for ever!

    The point is to choose family over vices of fortune (which the twit wants) and fame (which the turd wants), just like what Sarah have done yesterday for her family. That’s a price any twosome must reconsider.

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  • 20111003-More Spooks

    At 10:56am, I call the toll-free number for C.H.A.C. and got an appointment for today at 1:00pm. Paw accompanied me and I felt more comfortable having someone near my side after all these years.

    Gary was the hearing specialist. He is either senile, deaf or both! He got two charts mixed up and thought I was John and then Tony. That’s the problem with “small business“. The price is high, the service is rather normal but the waiting line is almost non-existent.

    He totally looked like James Carville! He was tall, gaunt, OLD, and his head was bald. He wore glasse, too! And his blue shirt was well pressed. He seemed to “chew his cud” every once in a while but stopped while he manually entered my “chart” of “X” and “O”. That “close encounter” was spooky, which was the word Maw used to describe the mix up. She didn’t go, though.

    Anyway, I still have 3 settings and one setting that is “automatic”:

    • Number One is the Normal setting;
    • Number Two is the noise and/or party setting; and
    • Number Three is the distant speaker setting.

    According to the computer, he saw the I mostly used the default (or number one) setting and encouraged me to use the other two, even though the computer recommended deleting the feature/s, which I’m sure was something we paid for.

    For the Number Two setting, I plan on using that while driving my car and while eating meals in our local McDonald restaurant where old Chinese and Filipino people, mostly guys, get together and talk. I’ll use this setting while washing dishes and cooking with Maw because the running water and working fan for the stove and oven get too loud.

    For the Number Three setting, I used that while praying the rosary and while attending church. I could hear the conversation better while eating meals with my parental units. That is the only small group I could mention when the Carville clone asked me.

    As for the battery, the computer showed an average of one hour difference between the batteries being used. The right would go first and then the left. He suggested that I change BOTH batteries at the same time to avoid confusion and guessing which one is to be replaced next.