Death Warmed Over

Another Night at the “Old Folks Home”

Another night, another ambulance dispatched to the “old folks home” in Waikiki. Who is it this time? Last week, one of the neighbors was carted away by paramedics just upon personal arrival from town in the late afternoon. Well, this is an “old folks home” after all. Every resident is within the “twilight years.” Or, maybe the mRNA bioweapon is wreaking havoc on the geriatric crowd. Who knows?

Medicare, of course, is sending continuous e-mail reminders to senior citizens about submitting to the mRNA “boosters” as soon as possible. What could possibly be the motive? Geriatricide, you think?

One of the mausoleums in the other building of the “old folks home” apparently has a defective smoke detector. It chirps loudly three times in rapid succession every 20 seconds. This has been going on for two days straight. The occupant of the offending unit is probably dead. No one has noticed, nor do they care. Only when the stench of the rotting corpse becomes unbearable will there be some kind of intervention.

Death anxiety cannot be avoided in the aforementioned environment. The rough translation of “old folks home” is “death warmed over.” Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

A localized power outage in town yesterday forced the closure of the gym. So, the workout regimen was performed at the Kapi’olani location. Yeah, “things fall apart.”

Expenditures for the month of September (not including rent for the mausoleum) finally topped the $1,000 mark. Of course, that includes the purchase of the Beats® Studio Buds + earbuds. Obviously, normal expenditures remain essentially unchanged thanks to the miserly ways.

Addendum: The torn calf muscle appears to be in its final stage of healing. The regular routine will be fully restored.