Trajectory Options

Ready … aim … fire!

The post-plan-demic dysthymia has not abated. The issue has become worrisome. The fact that all aspects of life in empire for the rank-and-file peons has degenerated to … well, third-world conditions … is exacerbating the nihilism. What’s even worse is that all of that crap is transpiring during the “twilight years.” What exactly are the trajectory options for an old codger?

Makai Market Food Court

Dinner at Panda Express® in Ala Moana Center was finally realized on Tuesday with some reluctance. Tolerating crowds and mass stupidity was significantly finished during the “super-duper corona” plan-demic and the face mask regime. The ritual was repeated again this evening.

International Marketplace

On the way back on both evenings, a stop was made at the International Marketplace. Sitting areas are still severely limited, certainly nothing like the pre-plan-demic times. On Tuesday, all sitting areas were occupied. This evening, there several of the wooden rocking chairs available. So, some time was spent relaxing there. This Notes post was composed there for old time’s sake. Will the old routine be restored? Who knows?

An encounter with Leo (of the Institute of Hair Design) at the gym yesterday led to a nice discussion. “You’ve been cutting your own hair,” he said. “I can tell.” Leo mentioned that the number of customers dropped significantly during the plan-demic and has not yet recovered. There certainly is a desire for a real haircut, but that can’t happen until there is an infusion of funds from somewhere. Obviously, there has still been no response to the FOIA request for Aunty Lyn’s data. The annuity death benefit claim cannot be finalized without the latter.

The Medicare Advantage plan has included a free in-home colon cancer test kit, which was received last week. The collected sample was dispatched by mail yesterday. This has certainly been a blessing since all medical, dental, and optical appointments have been put on hold for over a year. Personal trust in the entire medical establishment has completely dissipated.

Naturally, the requested repairs in the mausoleum at the “old folks home” in Waikiki have not been done. The primary problem is the commode. The flapper valve needs to be replaced. And, the tank apparently has a strange intermittent leak. The management (term used loosely) has been cutting costs to the extreme and conjuring up strange new rules to oppress the geriatric tenants.

Addendum: The huge Saks Fifth Avenue® anchor store in the International Marketplace has closed down. It will be replaced by a Target® store. Wheee!

Miscellany: Self-treatment of plantar warts has commenced again. The warts keep coming back like a bad sitcom. Fortunately, a stock of five treatment kits were acquired using the OTC card, so no out-of-pocket payments were made.