Celebrate

A few transit facts are worthy of mention. The drive from Waimanalo to Koko Marina in Hawai'i Kai takes about 17 minutes. The drive from Chaos Manor to Hawai'i Kai usually took 20 minutes, sometimes more, mainly because of traffic. The last bus that passes through Hawai'i Kai, and makes the connection with a bus going through Waimanalo, departs Kahala at 6:30pm. The only route serving Waimanalo after that time runs through downtown. From Kahala, two connecting bus routes must be taken, with an optimistic trip duration of 80 minutes. For the time being, commuting by bus will only be practical within the city boundaries.

This morning, the landlord invited me in the main house for a cup of coffee and to let the four resident canines become acquainted with me. Of course, we ended up chatting for a while. I requested only a half-cup of coffee because of the long journey ahead of me that is devoid of restrooms. We discussed Alan of Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) fame. The rest of discussion pertained to the landlord's family and other pedestrian topics. Actually, the discussion was quite interesting. As the time was getting late, I politely ended the discussion.

The journey from Waimanalo to Hawai'i Kai was nice. Very little traffic and no stupidity. I have been listening to the psychotic classical pieces on public radio along the way. The traffic stupidity commences once I enter Hawai'i Kai proper. The real benefit of driving my Nissan® Frontier truck to Hawai'i Kai is that I can park in the small parking structure which affords shade from the damaging effects of the sun. Of course, the vehicle is fairly dilapidated now. So, any benefit is minimal. The wear-and-tear of daily driving will also negate any benefits.

I arrived in Hawai'i Kai with just seconds to spare before the arrival of the bus. The ride to town was the same as usual. I felt as if my whole routine was back to "normal," if such a state actually exits. Once in town, I retrieved my mail from the rented mailbox. I was pleasantly surprised to see an envelope from the moneygrubbing Chinks of the property management firm that oversees the Chinatown dormitory. Inside were two checks, one for the security deposit refund and the other for the "prorated" rent refund. The thieves ultimately stole $212 from me, but I will not pursue the matter any further. In fact, I had yet to file the paperwork for Small Claims Court. When the moneygrubbing Chinks are lying in pain on their deathbeds, they will have plenty of time to ruminate upon their previous transgressions. The "soul" cannot redeem itself when death looms. Case closed.

To celebrate the closure with the moneygrubbing Chinks, I ordered an overpriced muffin to accompany my expensive cup of coffee at the coffee shop in town. Then, I performed another leisurely workout at the gym. There were a lot of new faces. The gym was actually quite crowded. No doubt, most of them are of the "New Year's Resolution" demographic. No doubt, many of them will disappear after a few weeks.

Afterwards, I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai. I had enough time to drop off my gym bag in my vehicle. I then grabbed my sackpack and walked back to the bus stop. I reflected on my new routine. Strangely, it seems quite like the routine of a homeless guy. My vehicle is like a motorhome. And, the only time that I can sit down and unwind is when I am riding the bus. Otherwise, I am simply loitering in one place or another.

Once I arrived in Kahala, I continued the celebration by going on a shopping spree at the Ross® store in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I purchased another sackpack, boardshorts, and one of those ridiculous "camo" shorts for $27 total (with the senior citizen discount). Wheee! The remainder of the evening was the same as usual, thank Molech.