Fuck It Friday - 14

Fuck It Friday (FIF)! Sporadic news and commentary of no interest to anyone ... FIF! Absolutely nothing is the primary focus of this edition. Yes, this is Fuck It Friday!

This morning, a chance encounter on the bus with Ignacio, one of the neighbors at the “old folks home” in Waikiki, resulted in a nice chat for most of the ride to town. He was on his way to Straub Clinic.

Apparently, Ignacio was in the hospital for two months subsequent to heart surgery after being diagnosed with clogged arteries (i.e., blood clots). He is completely reliant upon a potent blood thinner. “I’m lucky to be alive,” he said. He also underwent prostate surgery, and the blood thinner appears to causing some adverse effects. Ignacio was wearing a face mask and is most likely fully “vaccinated.”

Ignacio resides just two doors down (on the same floor) from the mausoleum. Yet, he and the other neighbors are rarely seen. Of course, being out and about all day makes socializing with the neighbors difficult.

Ignacio also discussed his out-of-pocket costs for the surgeries and rehabilitation. He detailed some of the difficulties that he experienced in attempting to acquire much need senior citizen services. There was a lot of “food for thought.”

On Tuesday, a good find was made at Ross® … Mau’i and Sons® slippers (read: slippahs) for $8 with senior citizen discount. Now that Ross® is the only retailer in town, visits will be made there every Tuesday. Fuck it!

A couple of quick evening excursions were made to the Waikiki Market this week to purchase Nature’s Path® Organic Love Crunch granola for a nightly snack. The price? A whopping $6 (on sale). Actually, that’s only 20 cents more than the regular price at Target®. No problem-o, since that negates the need to make the trek to Ala Moana Center. Fuck it!

Dining at Panda Express® on King Street is now up to five days per week. There’s still some deliberation about breakfast. So far, Egg McMuffins from the fast food joint in town have served that purpose between three to five days per week. Yet, some concern is warranted over the nutritional quality of the latter. The issue is coming to the forefront because what was previously deemed as breakfast must now be procured at Target®. The Waikiki Market actually stocks the products, but the prices are beyond absurd. Fuck it!

There was some desire to spend a couple of hours at the International Marketplace this evening. Getting away from the mausoleum is tempting, but the thought of being around idiotic tourists was not palatable. Fuck it!