Moving to Waimanalo is going to present a few logistical problems, primarily involving commuting. During the daylight hour, I will most likely ride the early morning and late afternoon express bus (excluding weekends) to town. Or, I can ride the regular bus that runs through Kailua. My evening outing in Kahala poses the biggest challenge. Many of the bus routes are limited in the evenings and service ends early. I could easily end up stranded in town.
The idiotic "chef" finally moved the last of his worldly possessions from Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) this morning. He was doing infinite loads of laundry to the very end of his rental tenure. I'll probably never the see the fool again. Good riddance! The coffee shop in town was nearly empty when I arrived at 10am. Surprising, considering the gloomy and cool weather outside. I'm not complaining, mind you. I was able to enjoy the cup of coffee without being privy to any extreme display of stupidity.
Yesterday, at the gym, I added leg exercises to my workout. I also plan to include abdominal exercises soon. Previously, I had only been doing upper body training. I really have no idea why I bother. I am an old codger. And, a certain fitness and training hottie is not going to come around. But, I digress. Eventually, any kind of workout or exercise will be futile. Have you ever seen a "buffed out" old geezer? I rest my case. Anyway, without the gym, I would have absolutely nothing to do.
At this point in time, I can safely state that I am fatigued. Exhausted is more like it. The upcoming hasty move from Chaos Manor to Waimanalo, the upcoming hearings in Small Claims Court because of a few moneygrubbing Chinks, the overcrowding of the entire island due to illegal and legal immigrants (many homeless, all poor), the proliferation of 300-pounders (i.e., obese people), and so on. There is just no end to the madness.
When I returned to Chaos Manor this afternoon, I chatted briefly with Alan. He is desperately attempting to find rental housing for himself. If all else fails, he can stay temporarily with a friend and his family. Alan didn't bother with the listings that I provided the other day, so he is on his own. Alan needs to find a place of his own. His extreme hoarding of junk and poor personal hygiene is not conducive to communal living. Heck, I am probably the only tenant in the history of Chaos Manor to not be overly concerned about Alan's slobbish ways. I also chatted with the landlord's husband. I may have a few more days before I have to vacate. I should be adequately prepared by then.
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