First Aid

Upon alighting the bus in Waikiki, the short walk back to the “old folks home” was interrupted by an unplanned face-first fall onto a decrepit, gravel pit of a parking lot. The cause? Tripping over a very low chain fence, a true “senior moment.” Assorted abrasions, contusions, and puncture wounds on both hands and forehead gushed blood everywhere. Just upon arrival at the “old folks home,” the discovery was made that the key to mausoleum had been inadvertently dropped in the gravel pit during the fall. Sadly, a bloodied jaunt was made to and from the parking lot to retrieve the damned key.

Once back in the mausoleum, the small First Aid kit (purchased last year) was retrieved from the storage suitcase. About half-an-hour was required to clean and dress the wounds. There was a lot of pent-up anger, obviously. The incident nearly caused the cancellation of the evening outing to Ala Moana Center.

The initial bus ride to the mall was marred by three tourists, all young guys with attitudes. The clown behind kept kicking the seat. “Fucking assholes,” was the polite personal response before alighting that bus at the next stop. The clown was grinning ear-to-ear. He could have easily received a “knuckle sandwich” that would have wiped that “shit-eating grin” off his face and required him to undergo prosthetic dental work.

The evening outing went as well as could be. A prime rib dinner was procured at Lahaina Chicken. Seating was secured along one of the long bar tables. For some reason, a gorgeous young hottie sat two seats diagonally across, even though there were lots of empty tables nearby. Baby was looking mighty fine!

After dinner, a banana and a pint of generic ice cream were procured for dessert at Target® along with a few other food products. The plastic seal on the ice cream container was nearly indestructible. Using the mausoleum key, the band was finally sawed off. The whole process exacerbated the latest right thumb injury. No telling how the injury occurred, but the pain was so bad that parts of the weight workout at the gym this afternoon could not be completed. Then, to have the budget ice cream further injure the thumb … well, violence nearly erupted spontaneously.

There have been near daily evening outings, usually to the International Marketplace. Sitting in the mausoleum is about as close to death as imaginable. Little wonder why most senior citizens require a large supply of assorted booze. Simple denial of death is no longer possible. Extreme alcoholic mitigations are necessary to numb the troubled mind.

Classic TV Dinner (actual size)

Dinner last night was courtesy Panda Express® on King Street. Decreased serving portions seem to be the new standard. The “dinner” looked like the classic “TV dinner” of yore. Yeah, that’s how minuscule the serving size has become. Fortunately, the entire minuscule dinner was covered by adequate reward points. Who would pay $12 for that shit? Anyway, an overpriced Cobb Salad was purchased at the Waikiki Market later to compensate for the nutritional deficiency.

Needless to say, dining at Panda Express® will be limited to one day per week, if even that. Subway® sandwiches are essentially a rip-off, too, what with the new baguette-sized bread. Sadly, the downsized sandwich is still more voluminous and filling than the new Panda Express® “TV dinners.” Yeah, everything is “going to shit.”