Critical Juncture

I vowed to make preparations to reduce the "blog" to sporadic updates. Part of the problem was the inclusion of pictures of hotties, specifically the huge archive that had been amassed. So, last night, I commenced the arduous task of pre-formatting several "blog" posts. Well, there are so many pictures of hotties that I was not even halfway through the archive after three hours of work. In short, the "blog" is a real "pain in the ass." Granted, I will be rethinking the purpose and future duration of the "blog."

I have been using the cheap "smartphone" to expedite the pre-formatting of the "blog," if you can believe it. I am attempting to exploit the device before it is deprecated and mummified, possibly as early as this week. I have not used the cheap "smartphone" to make calls or transmit text messages. Nor have I used the data portion of my service plan. Yet, I realized that I am gradually adapting the device as a permanent fixture of convenience, at least in my mind. Left unchecked, my dependence on the device would deem it a necessity. Nothing could be further from the truth. It is nothing more than a modern gadget that both enslaves the user and fills a void that doesn't exit.

I departed for Hawai'i Kai a little earlier than usual. The commute along the rugged coastline is worthy compensation for the longer time span involved. My frustration with the long commute is only personal. Other rank-and-file peons have had to make similar sacrifices in time and convenience as a "fact of life." They have no choice. I have been so used to the convalescent life-style that any inconvenience is looked upon as a personal affront. Nonetheless, the connection to the bus route to town was made effortlessly. I arrived in town with plenty of time to restore my extreme monk haircut and procure an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop. The daily agenda and itinerary were maintained with moderate integrity.

I am still on-track to meet the arbitrary motorhomelessness deadline in a little over a month, whether I choose to do so or not. As stated previously, the cheap "smartphone" will be replaced by an even cheaper device with a budget service plan. Then, the iPad® tablet computer will assume most telecommunications functions. I have continued to pare down my material possessions such that everything would fit in the one small piece of luggage. The potential homeless motor home, the minivan, would not be stuffed to capacity with crap. There would be ample space to sleep in the cargo area. Other logistics are still being ruminated upon. The lengthiest part of the decision process will be the search for undisturbed overnight parking.

Sleep has always been an issue for me. Quality sleep, that is. I have discovered that quality sleep is simply unattainable on O'ahu. The population density, as discussed previously in the "blog," is the culprit. Too many people in close proximity, too much noise. Even in Waimanalo, quality sleep eludes me. Mind you, Waimanalo is extremely quiet compared to town. However, the racket from the nearby chicken farm commences at 5am. And, the landlord and family are up and about by 5:30am. I am already awake, too. I have been so well-trained over the years by intrusive noises that I simply cannot sleep beyond six hours. And, that's probably all that I can expect during the homeless motorhome experience.

My goal of divesting my current motor vehicle seems ludicrous considering that it only has 21,000 miles of usage on it. However, a few major costs are coming up including the ridiculous $360 registration fee and long overdue maintenance. If I were to find adequate rental housing in town, though, there will not be any covered parking available. So, a new vehicle purchase would be ludicrous. Ideally, in that circumstance, no vehicle is the best option. Unfortunately, I must have a vehicle in order to transport moms and I around Hawai'i Kai during my visitation days. And, as I have stated previously in the "blog," the rental housing options from Kaimuki to Hawai'i Kai are nearly non-existent. Room rentals, I neglected to mention, have only been available to people in their twenties or thirties (years of age). Age discrimination, you think? So, I am at a critical juncture.

Fatigue did not stop me from embarking on the evening outing to Kahala, although I was only there long enough to procure my dinner at the sandwich shop and fast food joint. I didn't even bother going into the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I don't know whether I will resume the daily evening jaunt to Kahala, though.

When I returned to Waimanalo, I resumed the preformatting of the "blog." That is, embedding the hundreds of pictures of young hotties into the posts. Very tedious. Yes, you are seeing the fruits of my labor right here!