Memo: 11/23/2011 11:02am. This morning Father Mike had a change to chat with Gloria, Ben, Minh, Maw, Paw and moi, except the florist and Carlos, whom I had to hug to calm him down after he got pissed off at us for talking too much. We learned that some parish with more/less parishions contribute/donate less/more, with out local parish paying around 19%, which is slightly medium-high. He exited by offering us a deep bow (Asian style) but mostly towards moi. I mumbled aloud a “deep bow”.
Memo: 11/23/2011 10:00am. While waiting in line at Safeways with our box of one dozen donuts (at two for one dollar at club price), we overheard a middle-aged man talking to his mother over the cellphone. “Hi Momma! I love you! I am here eating a free sandwich.” He made kissing sounds over the cellphone. Maw looked at me with slightly tearful and red eyes because her own son wouldn’t do the same this season. He actually bought $1.49 sandwich and a plastic bottle of flavored milk.
Memo: 11/23/2011 09:31am. At 8:44am and after this morning’s mass, I saw an Asian guy get into his red sedan parked in front of his house. Again, this is one of many instance in which spooks would time their presence upon my arrival.
Memo: 11/22/2011 20:58am: During that morning’s breakfast at McDonalds and while talking to Ray, I saw a skinny white boy at the “condiment” section. He had shoulder length hair of blond and soft, light brown eyes. As he turned to exit the fast food joint, he flicked out his tongue.
Memo: 11/22/2011 10:50am. At 10:15am, Rayomnd R. fell backwards upon the floor of McDonalds and landed mostly on his right butt. It was a good thing he didn’t hit his head or fall unconscious. What I saw was a sudden movement of his face looking up and his head going backward immediately. He dropped his am/pm coffee all over the floor and Maw’s blue acrylic jacket. Apparently, he has diabetes and we talked for about one hour before he got a chance to fuel up. So we bought him a big breafast with pancakes. The manager gave him a tall orange juice. We gave him our last bottled water.
He just wouldn’t stop talking about his unionized gig; his wife $47,000 a month dialysis; hiring a house cleaner so she won’t stress out; being affected by Agent Orange from wars in Vietnam and Korea; having his great-granchild and his boomerang family live at his big house and other political matters. He continued talking on loudly from shock and called Henry his friend, too. (Of course, I was wearing Shrimpsei’s second, nano-pendant near my throat the whole time and for the past few days).
Earlier Chuck, the old chinese guy talked about being imprisoned in the emergency room while being treated for a high glucose reading of over 400. He couldn’t move and was starving for most of the day. Each time they gave him food, his sugar level when up. His wife’s coverage from working 30 years at Kaiser is good for life.
Memo: 11/21/2011 21:36pm. Earlier that day, we were lined up for food at Goldilocks. A 72-year old Filipino woman told us that Maw and I look like each other. That’s nice and scary, too. Not only do I sound like Maw (as per the misguided cousin, Shillster), I am turning into Maw!
Memo: 11/21/2011 17:31pm. En route to his morning’s mass, a green, mini van was parked northbound on MY long stretch of road. She kept flashing the brakes. Upon our arrival, she opened the driver’s door. I signaled right to show her I saw what she was doing. Later on that day and en route eastbound from 237 and just before the 101 interchange, a tow truck signaled left from his parked position upon our arrival.
Memo: 11/21/2011 07:55am. We learned last Saturday evening that Father Mike or Ben or both told Margaret about the pronunciation of the word “six”, which sounded like “sex”.
Memo: 11/21/2011 07:54am. Last Saturday evening, we sat through mass with someone coughing behind us. She looked like Genie Txdeo but much taller. The day before, I found a second green-eyed flyer taped to our front door and a plastic bag of white rocks on our driveway.