Demolition

The situation at Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) continues to degenererate. From what I have observed, the landlord's son has given the "green light" to begin work in the main part of the house. That, of course, means that construction will commence while three of us are still residing there. The "chef" is moving out next week, so he will be barely affected. I can move out at a moment's notice. However, Alan has not even begun to pack. His squalid room is full of "stuff" piled up everywhere. His kitchen cupboard space is filled as well as his allotted space in the refrigerator.

This morning, I submitted a list to Alan which included three houses in Kahala, Upper Aina Haina, and Hawai'i Kai that are available now. All are three-bedroom structures with one-and-a-half bathrooms and laundry facilities, all below $3,000 per month for rent and in ideal locations. However, Alan has become fixated on the idea of contesting the Chaos Manor landlord on flimsy legal grounds. I can empathize that he's perturbed about the situation. However, the landlord's megalomaniac son is going to renovate our current living space while we are still residing there whether we like it or not and whether it's legal or not. I have provided the list of rental homes to Alan because he is the only one who can initiate the leasing process. With only three weeks of time left, most of it tied up by holidays, we have no time to bicker with the landlord or the landlord's megalomaniac son.

As I have stated previously, I have grown quite weary of the current housing situation. The option of going homeless is "back on the table." I don't know. I am an old codger now. I don't need to impress anyone, so having a "home" of any kind is moot. I don't need anything, including my four battery-driven gadgets that require regular recharging. Why shave? Why clean my teeth? Why access the Net? Why bother with anything? I am an old codger. Nobody knows that I even exist. I am a non-entity like most senior citizens.

Just before departing for town this morning, I overheard the landlord's son give the construction crew approval to begin tearing down the main part of the house. After following the usual itinerary, I returned to Chaos Manor fully expecting it to live up to its new moniker. Sure enough, the construction crew was literally tearing apart the second floor suite. I am expecting the demolition of the first floor kitchen and common area to commence tomorrow. Obviously, both Alan and the "chef" will be in an uproar. The landlord left me a note stating that I can move into the attached studio in Waimanalo anytime. That further clued me that the first floor demolition work is set to start very soon. In fact, I am certain that my squalid room will be torn apart right after I move out.

Well, I will attempt to postpone the move for a few days. That will give Alan some time to pack up, that is, unless he decides to take legal action against the landlord. Nothing is going to stop the landlord's megalomaniac son, even though he is clearly violating the tenants' legal rights. The entire first floor will gutted before Alan could even initiate any kind of legal action. Game over!