Twilight Zone 2023

These are the “twilight years,” and this is the “twilight zone.” On Friday, dinner was courtesy Subway® in town. Thus, arrival back in Waikiki was fairly early, about 4pm. An impulse decision was made to deliver another donation to the Goodwill kiosk in Kahala Mall. The plan was to ride the next Route 2 bus there and return on last Route 2L bus heading back to Waikiki at 6pm. Yes, there are now more routes going to Kahala from Waikiki.

The anticipated bus arrived 10 minutes late. Then, the trek was marred by extremely slow driving and myriad decrepit people boarding and alighting. The bus was going so slow that the next bus whizzed right by.

Upon finally arriving at Kahala Mall, an attempt was made to hurriedly drop off the donation. Taking the first step down a short stairwell produced a sharp pain in the left calf muscle. Subsequently, walking was impossible without extreme pain and a limping stride. Yeah, another torn calf muscle, just like what happened back in the Chez Loser years (chronicled in the old “blog”).

The rest of the time spent at Kahala Mall was mired in deep pain. The attempt to walk normally increased the pain. A very crowded Route 23 bus was boarded at 6:20pm to return to Waikiki. Lots of assholes were on that bus. The excruciating pain almost induced a homicidal response.

Upon return to Waikiki, a small expensive can of Guinness® stout was purchased at the ABC Store. The more prudent option would have been to splurge on the big four-pack in order to get completely “hammered.” Obviously, there was no evening outing. Instead, the entire evening was spent in pain and sequestered in the mausoleum at the “old folks home” in Waikiki.

The pain and the limping was still present this morning. A stopover was made at the Waikiki Market to purchase an overpriced ($7) medical bandage to wrap the poor leg calf. Then, an attempt was made to follow the usual routine. Unfortunately, the workout at the gym was devoid of any leg exercises and the usual cardio routine. A sad story.

Dinner was courtesy Subway® in town again. Lots of limping and pain ensued before and after the bus ride to Waikiki. And, of course, no evening outing. Long story short, the “good years” are officially over. Done. Kaput. These are now exclusively the “twilight years,” the short period of time preceding death.

Addendum: With no evening outings on the the horizon thanks to the “twilight years” maladies, the only option remaining is the beloved One-Man Houseparty courtesy the new Notes Music Break series.

Miscellany: Verizon® (and, hence, Visible) will never implement C-band 5G in Hawai’i. Apparently, Hawai’i Pacific Teleport scooped up all of the available C-band licenses and petitioned the FCC to be exempt from divesting even a fraction of those licenses for use by commercial cellular network providers. So, DSS 5G is permanent, and no real 5G speeds will ever be observed.