Excommunication

The anniversary of the abrupt termination of familial ties was not observed in any manner. There has been no attempt at contact by anyone. At this point in time, there are no claims of having any family at all. The issues that brought about the pathetic circumstances have been covered in Notes and will not be repeated.

Of course, this is as good a time as any to recap the effects of the “super-duper corona” plan-demic since this was the first year of official senior citizenship. The entire plan was to experience a humble and mendicant daily existence:

• Morning coffee at the fast food joint
• Work out at the gym
• Dine out (for dinner) frugally at various locations (partially restored)
• Loiter at the International Marketplace in the evening.

That’s all gone to the wayside. Even the joy of a decent haircut has been denied. In addition, medical and dental appointments for the year have all been cancelled. Yet, Medicare premiums are still being paid. What really is this retirement worth?

In essence, there is absolutely no reason to remain in Hawai’i, or in empire for that matter. And, there really is no reason to continue residency at the “old folks home” in Waikiki. So, the only choices are to move on or transition to motorhomelessness. There are no other options.

Next month, the age of 66 years will be achieved, for what that’s worth. There are probably only four more “good years” before decrepitude commences at an accelerating pace. So far, eight months of the remaining “good years” have been spent in forced convalescence because of the varying degrees of “lockdown.” Yeah, a lot of time was being wasted while death was certainly not put on hold.

Addendum: The daily diet has remained dangerously minimal. Only four slices of wheat bread (with a thin film of peanut butter) are consumed during the day. The largest meal, and only source of sustenance, is dinner, with either a sandwich from Subway® or three entrée plate from Panda Express®. That’s it.