Yesterday afternoon, just before exiting the gym in Hawai'i Kai, I noticed a small donation box and a note attached to it on the front counter. Apparently, one of the gym staff members, John, had passed on a few days ago. There were no other details except about the memorial service. I was taken aback as I recall seeing him just about a week or so ago. He looked fine. The shocking part is that he was only 39 years old, although he looked as though he was only in his late twenties. Death can about at any time, any age, any moment, and any circumstance.
I have been ravaged by a bout with the common cold for the past three days. Yeah, illin' again. The episodes seem to get worse as I grow older. Nonetheless, I departed for town earlier than usual. My planned itinerary called for the restoration of my extreme monk haircut. However, when I arrived in town, I discovered that the gym was closed for emergency sewer repairs. I had nowhere to store my gym bag. Nor are there any public restrooms close by. Well, there are restrooms in the Walmart® store, but there was no way that I would be allowed in the store with my gym bag. I would have easily been mistaken for a shoplifting homeless guy. I was dumbfounded and frozen in inaction for several minutes. Then, I walked all the way to the I'olani Palace grounds and relieved myself at the public restroom there. Once done, I walked back to the center of town to procure a cup of expensive coffee at the coffee shop.
The day was not a total loss. The gym reopened about 40 minutes earlier than the posted time. I was able to restore my extreme monk haircut at the expense of my gym workout. I only completed an abridged version of my usual weight routine and the full cardio workout, albeit at a slower pace. I was too fatigued. The common cold was wreaking havoc on me. However, any workout is better than none. Sheesh!
As you may have guessed, I am having difficulty with creating filler material to fit between the pictures of luscious young hotties. Not much really transpires in the day of a senior citizen. We already know my limited routine quite well. And, I can only discuss my useless gadgets so many times before the topic becomes repetitive and boring. Well, the sad part is that there are still hundreds of hottie pictures in the queue. It is safe to state that the "blog" would be nothing without the hottie pictures.
I have heard nothing from the landlord of Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) yet. However, construction materials are gradually accumulating in the first floor common area. So, I assume that the landlord still wants Alan and I to vacate by this weekend. Alan has made no effort to pack all of his junk. There is no way that he will be moving anywhere unless he hires professional movers to do the task for him. I seriously doubt that he will be able to petition the landlord for more time. Is he suffering from early dementia, or what?
Once again, let's review the selected hottie pictures. The other contents of the "blog" pales in comparison. In fact, the only way that the "blog" could redeem itself is if the ol' lavahead had all of those hotties coming around, if you know what I mean. Obviously, that's never going to happen. Oh brother.
Chaos Manor Mini-Update®
Looks like I spoke too soon. Alan has commenced packing all of his junk in preparation for moving out of Chaos Manor. He has purchased about twenty large plastic storage containers.
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