“Ef! Ew! All!!!” screamed ‘La Fiend’… Sleepy the whole day. Lots of hazy skies but wispy clouds showed up Friday afternoon. 11/11 02:11AM.
Woke up to rain and to ‘Kali-Maw’ knocking on the wall from downstairs. This signals time to eat breakfast. I am not in the mood to decorate the house for X-mas. I will say, ‘Bah! Humbug!”
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Firstly, I am full of Vietnamese soup (or pho). The current time is [Buurrppp!] 02:00PM. My meal was a regular soup full of white vermicelli noodles and chicken without skin along with two small slices of jalapeno pepper, handful of bean sprouts and hand picked mint leaves.
I ate only the noodles and veggies and drank a glass full of Thai ice tea and the complimentary hot tea to wash down the foodstuff as a substitute for the soup. I’ve taken home the leftovers for dinner tonight.
Around 12:00PM and prior to eating this lunch with my bio-units, who got the beef noodle soup versions, I saw three white trail clouds being laid around the southwestern skies of the Bay Area. There were wispy clouds nearby as this one plane traveled in that general direction.
This particular trail cloud didn’t look straight and actually seemed to curve slightly downward as if to avoid the large wispy cloud above. Both trail clouds and wispy clouds did not stay for very long. If I am correct, the sky seems blue and the sunlight very bright. Yes, indeed, I know why. There were white mistiness and brown muck earlier this morning too.
Earlier, after eating breakfast, we went to walk around the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. Maw and I did our slower strides for a good twenty-five minutes while Paw had his faster pace. We would always rest afterward in front of the water fountain where children played.
During our resting period for another fifteen minutes, we saw: an Asian baby wipe its face from ear to ear with a napkin, a black girl with blond hair and Asian girl (with the prettiest smile and dimples) throw their pennies into the fountain, an Asian boy (who seemed autistic) wipe the fountain with his sweat pants; another small Asian toddler playing with the water; and a South Indian boy smiling at us from his baby carriage. Both the toddler and father would look at me. (Hehehe).
My walks were not at all fast both yesterday and today. I have been feeling winded out lately. My left foot and my bad–left knee have been aching for the past few days. Last week and probably from eating too much salt during those special days of the month, my right foot felt full one night at bedtime.
I decided to drive us three near the foot of the hills. We drove by to see the ranches with horses on the right and a bunch of other houses on the left. Straight ahead there were those houses on the hills and there were sale signs at the base of one gate leading upward to the community.
I suppose the housing market is getting softer with the jobs getting the hardworking people nowhere fast. And that means a good sign for the buyers, who cannot afford to buy these bigger boxes of high brow amenities. I’m still stuck at my bio-units’ house, by the way.
After we got home from lunch at around 01:00PM, I noticed that one of the parakeets had stains on her left foot and discovered her vent was all messed up. Some feathers from the surround area have been plucked and it looks quite bald. I guess she could not pass her eggs, if any, because we didn’t provide a nest box for her or wanted more chicks than we could handle.
So my priority was clean her up, which I did by grabbing her; holding her under the faucet of running warm water and soaping the area well. I had to hold my tongue from screaming out loud as her sharp beak bit into my right index finger twice. Each time I adjusted her head between my index finger and thumb to hold her steady so she would not inflict pain upon me. She was a bad girl!
Then I decided to trim the beaks of her two brothers. One had a beak that turn almost inward toward his neck. I washed a nail cutter in detergent and then poured the boiled hot water to further disinfect the tool. I wasn’t sure if I would end up cutting the vein inside the beak but prepared Q-tips and alcohol to disinfect the area in case he bleeds. He was easy to grab because he didn’t know what I was planning to do with him. And in a few minutes he had his very first beak trim. He was a good boy!
The second one knew I would grab him. I had to slowly follow him around as he tried to escape within the confines of his cage. I had to point to and tap his beak to show why I was trying to grab him but he continued to elude my hand. Finally after five minutes of this chase, I grabbed him but not securely enough. I had to re-adjust him from left hand to my right hand so I could hold his head steady while I snipped off another length of this beak with the sound of ‘tick.’ I wanted to cut more but he made a peep noise and that meant he had enough. He was a good boy too!
Then I fed all five birds (except the sick one) their favorite oat groats as a reward for their cooperation and used the hair dryer on the wet one for a good twenty minutes. I think they understand they won’t be hurt by me too much; otherwise the birds would be screaming their heads off.
Next week, I plan to cut further upwards to control the growth of the boys’ beaks. Maintaining the health of exotic birds such as parakeets is a challenge. I try to avoid intervention whenever possible and let nature takes its course. But these bird are like bio-unit members to me. And when they are in distress there is no avoiding any help.
And yes, my help has extended to members of the both bio-unit and relatives, who ultimately turned their backs and bad attitudes to me (and mostly my bio-units, as well). This life experience has been observed both at work and at home. Strangers, on the other hand, seem more sincere because they cannot always get away with being rude or easily hurt by those that attempt to show kindness in the first place.
Why does this seem to be the case? I suppose this could mean that helping those in need does not always mean anyone related by blood or close at heart. Now I understand why people do not do business with bio-unit or relatives because this could create a conflict of interest. I wonder why certain people do not understand that basic premise and try to make a big deal when they cannot get their ways. As I mentioned before, angry people do seem spiffy at times.
P.S. Buuurrrppp! Ah me!
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Sunday October 8, 2006 – 03:03pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments
Ah! Today, there were lots of fluffy, puffy, wuffy white clouds! I saw lots outside the window of my work. These were very huge and breathtaking. Some were gray clouds that held rain. But none fell during the daytime.
I had stayed indoors most of the day after being allowed to catch up on three days worth of work. The day would have been best enjoyed outdoors among the crispy air and very bright sunlight. The clouds soon turned purple and then pink as the sun slowly disappeared behind the western hills of the Bay Area.
I left work at around 06:15PM and arrived home safely. The traffic flowed nicely. And I debated if I should buy gasoline for my car and with my debit card. But I decided to wait until my paycheck next week to get gas, if I don’t run out by that time. My goal is to stop using my credit cards altogether.
So far the ‘Morons’ continue to fail me and for whatever reason I am not too happy but blissfully unconcerned for their efforts to deceive me. My patience is wearing thin from ‘waiting’; my hair is falling out from too much brushing and my bum tooth is need of repair soon.
I suppose I could stop drinking my sweetened coffee drink to avoid more cavities. But my appetite for sweets prompted me to buy a well displayed, chocolate croissant from the same store this morning, as well. These served as my breakfast and lunch.
The venti-sized drink calmed me enough to feign interest during that stupid 404 compliance meeting. Noone would sign off as process owner because noone understood what was going on. I mentally rolled my eyeballs at this company the whole time.
Dinner and dishes were done and I’ve read my daily dose of news articles online. I’ve learned nothing new and the events of older farts being brought to justice are slow! I wonder why the innocent folks get easily thrown away and forgotten. There is no justice really. But the beauty of today’s clouds testifies to me that their time of worldwide control is coming to an end.
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The weather has been much cooler. Fluffy, puffy white clouds were seen earlier this morning and maybe in the mornings from the past few days. The crispy air and blue skies made the morning seem especially warm. I noticed the sunlight seemed much brighter. I did send good thoughts out below ground last night, by the way.
The current time is 06:34PM and I’ve started to read my daily dose of news article online. Dinner and dishes were done. My arrival at home was safe enough and the rain started to sprinkle lightly when I reach the front door of my home. Actually, the very light rain was felt around 05:00PM after I got out (or more like snuck out) from work this evening.
I had to sneak out early from work because I was tired from doing little to nothing else while waiting for the books from prior month to close. All I did was move cash receipts around and filed my paper work into binders. The stapler slammed loudly like gun shots firing each time I angrily fed the papers into the machine.
My anger was once again justified after hearing two stupid voicemail messages from those ‘morons’. And, of course, my complimentary ‘skin-head’ security came around to my department to find out where the noise occurred. Most people are discreet by not asking outright what is the problem but their subtle presence is felt by me.
Earlier, I did was get my cup of coffee this morning; greeting this now freshly scented, stinky smelly co-worker; heard co-workers rant and rave about each other and wondered what happened to one of the two temps, who called in sick twice this week. As usual, I would mumble and talk to myself in my cubicle out of frustration.
I did, however, got a surprise visit from one of my chatters from five (5) years ago. I assume he is one my ‘watchers’ from back then and he, like many weirdo’s, happened to have found me chatting online under my new Yahoo! ID at work. He knew my nickname, too. [The network knows too much of me by now.] We chatted a bit and found out we are the same after all these years.
He claimed to have lots of international friend; while I told him I have no friends and used to have some acquaintances, whom I no longer keep in contact. I disclosed to him the name of my company and its website. So there should be no surprise as to why I’m still a good enough asset at this company for ‘helping’ to bring the company above the negative.
I’m back and the current time is 06:56PM. And it’s a good thing I didn’t pop my veins from struggling at the toilet! I did see some shooters floating in front of my eyesight but those passed. I’m sorry but this is my simple life – eat, sleep, work and poop. Although I do rant about my frustrations about work and life, there is little else going for me and no harm should come from my perspectives.
Yes, the Bay Area is starting to rain and the cooler air allows me to sleep much better at night. One time I screamed very loudly from the top of my voice because of feeling the heat earlier this year. I was in my bedroom when I screamed and ‘Squirrel-Ling’ was in his bedroom at that time. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ claimed there was a small tremor or earthquake after I made that loud noise.
In the meantime, I must keep my cool and rest myself. There is no telling what else would happen if I truly got angry with this untapped energy. It’s only a matter of time when and if the whole world is ready to learn about the laws of nature and beyond. Water is a gift of life and would not only quench the thirst but definitely quench a rebellion or the flames.
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The days have been cloudy and today is the same but colder. I thought I could wash the cars. This time ‘Shiva-Paw’ said I shouldn’t because the rain seems to fall the following day after washing the cars. This saves me much energy to catch up on my lost sleep. And sure enough at 02:22PM, the rain starts to fall with the distinct metallic smell upon the road.
We did our errands and came home around 01:30PM to do more. This time the laundry had to be done because I knocked over ‘Kali-Maw’s beta-carotene drink onto her favorite red, sweat shirt while trying to wrap up the windshield at the parking lot of the cutlery store, where the girl panicked because she didn’t set the code off properly and she was worried that the police would have come over.
We ate lunch and turned on the television. I see the media has produced yet another sensational video of two people laughing about the September event years ago. The world is already a big joke with leaders not getting along with each other. But to laugh in the face of death is this manner shows no respect for those who lost theirs lives – both knowingly and innocent.
This is only my opinion and may offend some sensitive readers. If these ‘head-hunters’ laugh all the way to their ‘matrydom,’ there is the option of the guillotine. Anyone (including their family; relatives; friends and any innocent bystanders who happen to have dark colored hair or wear black clothings) is more than welcome to reach their ‘Almightly’ through this chopping method, which is cleaner.
They should willingly and freely step up into the trains, get shackled to prevent escape; get hauled away and off with their heads. There is no need to affect the lives of people shopping in the mall, drinking at the coffee shop or playing in the streets by blowing themselves up in public. This method is too messy.
Another stupid method is the exchanges of air and ground strikes. The smell alone is bad; the sight is horrible and the land is devalued. The children suffer the most because they are more suseptible to their environment being contaminated. I wonder why the poor folks continue to get caught in the cross fire.
Speaking of fire, looks like the southern California fire is about 87% contained after one month since Labor Day. If we cannot control forest fire this vast, how much effort must be taken to control the anger of people arising out of the fear of losing loved ones? I guess my simple answer is: don’t play with fire or fight fire with fire. The results always seem to burn.
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Good morning to another cold and cloudy morning. I awoke at 07:30AM and opened all the upstairs windows to allow the fresh air to circulate inside the house after removing my ozone generator since this Thursday because of the possible health risk from prolonged exposure to ozone. I do not know if this is true and find breathing fresh air from outside better.
From around 03:15AM to 03:30AM, there were several police cars speeding approximately 40MPH westbound in a rhytmic beat over a indented manhole located in the middle of the intersection. There were two vehicles speeding in between two police cars. There were approximately one dozen patrol cars speeding down this stretch of road.
I lost my ‘20060620-Rhazzy Cat’ poem because I wanted to email Edge my masterpiece. I saw several more pictures of his fluffy cat and am disgusted at myself for saving the bad copy to my archive. I will attempt to re-create my poem but the original is lost forever. Waaa!
I smell ‘Kali-Maw’s fried rice cooking from downstairs and the distinct smell of garlic has been working its way upstairs for a few minutes now. I should have taken my quick shower but had to spend thirty minutes online reading articles and verifying my credit card payments. I am down to a few hundred dollars as emergency money. I have been been sustained with these little blessings.
This, my friends, is my fate. But the more noticeable image of my alien currently etched on my forehead tells me better days have always been here and now. I have what looks like two bruises as its almond shaped eyes, which are similar on some Japanese portraits of women with two dots on their foreheads. One of the three photographs taken on May 24, 2006 during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage showed these eyes.
I’ve been running my hands over my forehead these past few weeks after experiencing severe head and ear pressures since August 1, 2006 from the psyops gang surveillance. My forehead used to feel quite smooth and round. Now I feel a very noticeable vertical ridge starting half way down the middle from the hairline. My raised bump is approximately 1.5 inches wide from left to right.
P.S. If anyone has a copy of my poem entitled ‘20060606-Rhazzy Cat’, I would like to send one to this warrior. Blah!
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The current time is 12:55AM and I had a great dump after the exciting activities of our local police from 12:00AM to 12:36AM. Some nearby police cars are still parked along this stretch of road. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a weekend for the rest of us hard workers.
I believe ingesting the almighty milk added each time to my two to three cups of coffee today at work helped to eliminate the foodstuff, which was bow-shaped pasta drowned in marinara sauce, deep fried eggplant, parmesan sprinkled salad and one cheesy garlic bread.
My flare-ups have continued more recently throughout the month of September 2006. I could only assume that my bad diet of eating too much, lack of exercise or being probed by those out worldly beings contribute to the painful episodes.
I cannot sit long at my desk and constantly have to get up even if it means to print my emails one at a time. This allows for much needed exercise, which I do get more recently by walking 15 minutes outdoors in the much cooler weather.
The clouds were lightly wispy around 0300PM and I did get a chance to breath the fresh air before rainy season. I no longer go home for lunch and save gasoline this way. This is mostly due to the new boss and timekeeper of all sorts. I am annoyed at the new transition but will have to adapt if I want to keep my stupid job.
Today, I have paid down more of my credit card debt by selling my stock options and whatever else remains from my bi-monthly paycheck. I am surprised I have this much patience after being tested to the limit by both out worldly beings and those ‘Morons’ I keep mentioning.
But the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own crap. Those that wish to participate in each other’s crap create larger piles of crap. This is the price of freedom. We are free to do whatever we want and are loved nonetheless and no matter how smelly the crap may be to some people.
My crap happens to smell very bad and that is because I choose to eat smelly food. But does this make me a bad person? I do not know and always thought I am not ‘cold-blooded’ as two co-workers (‘Jerk Turdannatto’ and ‘Fancy Soul’) have called me. They need to smell their own crap before name calling me.
Anyways, I do hear the copter making noise somewhere in the distant background. I do not understand why these noisy activities should occur. I wonder how many other incidences go unreported. I wonder how many innocent voices go unheard. I wonder how many prayers have gone unanswered. I wonder if we all should stop eating and crapping once and for all.
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I awoke to a cloudy day. ‘Kali-Maw’ and I ate breakfast and ‘Shiva-Paw’ is finishing his meal. The current time is 09:39AM (Pacific Time) and I’ve briefly read articles online and decided to enter this small blog. There is hardly anything to do since everything has been organized after ‘Squirrel-Ling’ moved out of the house. Maybe I should use the vacuum cleaner upstairs. Nah!
Sunday should be for attending mass and visiting people, such as the nicer relatives and friends, afterwards. This day should be the ‘day of rest.’ I believe resting is for those who have done too much hard work. For those who cannot afford to take the seventh day of the week, they have my prayers.
In my opinion, working hard means to utilize one’s potential prior to becoming bedridden and useless to society. People who are wealthy and do nothing to serve humanity are at best considered lazy and useless to me. This includes producing any form of entertainment for profit and encouraging ‘beauty enhancing’ products (like blue eye shadows) and services (like plastic surgery) for the body for profit.
Visiting the homeless shelters, nursing homes, children’s hospitals, or orphanages; funding efforts to find cures for cancers, establish stronger education (so ALL people can read and write and know what is really going on and inside the planet) or cleaner and more fuel efficient technologies; or donating knowledgeable resources to help find missing persons, bring justice to innocent folks harmed by bad people or protecting whistleblowers ( ) from bad people would be better ways spent by these wealthy folks.
Okay, enough of my ramblings. As expressed in my previous blogs, life’s experience is the greatest lesson. I wouldn’t be throwing hints at you people via my blogs if my personal experiences lead me to believe that the nefariously, wrong odor would cross my path several times. If you want my honest opinion, I am observing how everyone treats each other. It’s that simple (me thinks). Carry-on and enjoy your ‘Sun’-day.
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The time is currently 15:22 (Pacific Time). We have arrived from shopping at our local mall. We traveled southbound 880 to a popular mall and briefly looked around for any sale and found those were priced too high for us. Lunch was taken with the two-entree plates, three tap waters; two veggie rolls and two fortune cookies. My fortune read something like: You will be a guest by a royal host.
I did meet someone who was supposed to be second in line many years ago and I wonder if this fortune means anything to me in the near future. Perhaps this message is a signal that I may once again meet with my friends from abroad and maybe that Yahoo! chatter, who found me online. But fortune cookies are meant for entertainment purposes, right?
So my parents and I walked slowly towards the second floor parking lot towards our next mall destination. The beater car took us towards southbound 680 and then southbound 101. We met the traffic at the exit where the second mall is located but I decided to make a right exit and a U-turn at the second traffic intersection.
So for another one and a half hour, Mom and I did shop for bargains. She got around 70.00US notes worth of pants marked down at over fifty (50) percent; while I spent 40.00US notes for two more pairs of denim jeans. I happen to prefer cotton and denim jeans are part of my wardrobe.
The other two pairs of jeans purchased after the baseball game last Wednesday, 08/30/2006 were wonderfully priced at 14.00USD and 10.00USD. But both were horribly loose at the waistline. At work yesterday, I had to use two safety pins to keep the darker pair from sliding off my second hip, which is the widest part of female hip. The looseness was one fist bigger.
All four pairs are currently being washed in hot water. This is to further shrink the loose fitting. My lighter jeans from years ago are those lighter ones back in the 80’s. They happen to be baggy for my poor circulation while sitting down at work the whole day. The sizes are fourteen (14) for my once wider hips and petite for my shorter legs.
BUT, due to recent nefarious and malodorous activities with the fear mongers from abroad and online, my jeans size have dropped down to its ‘normal’ ten (10) petite. The newest technology of stretch denim jeans allows enough room for movement yet tight enough to show off my slender look with rounded derriere.
I can’t wait to see how much shrinkage the two pairs at twelve (12) petite jeans compare with my newest purchase at ten (10) petite. I am short but with high heals I look taller. It’s my short legs combined with a long torso that has been a challenge for finding the right clothes to wear.
The day overall has been sunny with blue skies and I saw maybe one noticeable wispy clouds in the sky. Yesterday had lots of wispy clouds. The blue beam at the ranch about one quarter mile away from my house shined skyward at night again and perhaps to mark the ‘celebration’ of Labor Day weekend for us hard-working underlings.
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Well, well, well! Look here people! The recent Ernesto did not do much to scare the public in this month of August 2006 either. Your eyeballs, much like the very calm center of any hurricane, should realize that there is nothing to fear with this event.
In my opinion, each person needs to use the powerful brain encased in the thick skull and determine if anything presented via mass media is worth the viewing time of being lead down the road of ‘feardom.’
P.S. I created this word – feardom! It’s mine – copyright! ‘Feardom’ combines the word ‘fear’ and ‘freedom.’ My meaning of this word is the freedom to choose fear. Why on earth would anyone instill fear in the people’s mind? I will never know why we choose to scare ourselves with horror flicks, for example.
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This blog is a horror story about old ladies being taken advantaged by younger men. There continues to be the motivation for money without love. Why is this seeming so prevalent? Is there no justice for these nice and loving piglets, who have been left alone with piles of money and without the support of children, husbands, relatives or friends?
Tonight, Mom has found out that an eighty-five year old friend who lives down the block got married recently in Las Vegas to a sixty-five year old man. ‘Mike’ has grown children and has not completely divorced from his wife, who had confided to the niece of the second wife that her husband is seeing an elderly lady with white hair. The first wife did not know that ‘Candy’ is the aunt of ‘Evelyn,’ who was the same person who learned of the first wife’s story.
The story goes that the man had a retirement home in Livermore, CA that went bankrupt. He won the heart of the second wife and got hold of her bank account. The couple could have lived in together and find out their compatibility in the long run. But, instead, ‘Candy’ was in the process of selling her home in the hopes of being taken cared of by this man somewhere else. The sad part is the house could have been given to a kin folk in need.
But due to her known greediness, she has allowed this man to take advantage of her trust. The worse case scenario would be a slow bleeding of her funds; betrayal of her heart and the disappearance of her love. The old lady has slight Alzheimer’s disease and is hard of hearing, being deaf in one ear. This example would seem like a karmic debt for someone who refused to listen to her own kin folks regarding the shady character that came into her life.
I cringe from the previous example and fear any creeps crawling upon me like a vine ready to choke off whatever ‘wealth’, if any, which may come my way in the near future. I’ve never been married and have no children. And the risk of finding someone for love, happiness and friendship is great because I’ve got no one to protect me from strangers except my parents. Recently I’ve been chatting online with people that seemed interested in finding long term relationships this way.
My fellow warrior happens to be younger than me and is also looking for someone to settle down with and have four children, which is a lot considering I would be bearing those brats. Those reading this particular blog should not laugh because I find this person very interesting enough to meet in person. He lives in Oklahoma and I reside in California. The tricky part is maintaining a long distant relationship. I wonder if this is possible. I have yet to travel to the ends of the world to find out.
Anyway, the lad has various traits that are interesting to me. I grilled him with questions that happen to come across my big brain like: from hunting for venison, shooting at targets; camping outdoors; knowing CPR, first aids and martial arts; to his overall personality around people and his opinions on moral and religious subjects. This ‘Jack of all trades’ happens to be a cat person, which is a plus! His cat is named Rebel, by the way.
So with that said, I don’t believe in co-incidences but too many weird scenarios seem to play right in front of my path with striking similarities. There is nothing wrong with age difference or that fact that dating is possible with women being older. The funny part is what the reactions of our loved ones would be in the pursuit of love, caring and understanding between two people from different backgrounds.
The challenge therein is to remove the veil that divides people among each other and that includes age and race. I suppose the Americanized ones are more open-minded with the previous generation being stuck in their old ways. The melting pot mentality of our country allows everyone to meet and enjoy each other’s company from all walks of life.
I do hope my continued search for my special friend wherever he may be would one day be realized. If I could roll all traits from the guys that I’ve ever met into one nice ball, this would be nice. If I could ‘meet him at the [eye] level’ with sincere honesty, I’d put on my rubber shoes and run to meet him with open arms; bear hugs and warm kisses anytime. I would truly be a happy woman and that’s more than money could buy, until death do us part.
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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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