Jun 272017
 

A few meanderings.

It’s been almost two months since I came to this shithole and I still have 2 more to go.  Other than financial, this has been a horrendous mistake.  The weather is bad, I’m bored out of my skull, the weather is bad, I’m putting on weight, the weather is bad, I can’t sleep, the weather is bad, I miss my islands, and, oh yes, the weather is bad.

Two weeks ago it finally warmed up a bit and the sun actually came out.  The first time since I got here.  Of course, all everyone else did was bitch, moan, whine, and snivel about the heat.  Then the rains returned and now it’s cold again.  Down in the 40’s at night…in the middle of June.  So now I’m the one doing the bitching, moaning, whining, and sniveling.  I really miss the tropics.

There is nothing of interest to do around here.  I can only spend so much time on the computatator and television is an absolute insult to anyone with any semblance of a brain.  I have limited use of a vehicle but no sense in wasting gas as there is nowhere around here I want to go.  Shopping is the closest thing to entertainment for people in this land of no dreams.  Virtually every day there is a trip to the grocerteria, the mall, or wallymart.

For a minimalist like myself, this apartment is pure hell.  I can’t move without knocking something over.  Every space is full of something.  I found a small bag of some kind of meat in the freezer dated from October of last year.  Darwin knows what other kinds of scientific experiments are lurking in there.

Admittedly, the food here which is not decaying in the fridge is good.  Lots of fresh produce.  The local dairy makes a particularly good line of milk and ice cream.  But there is just too much of it.  We wind up throwing out way too much food because too much is bought and cooked.  Meals turn into grand dining events with every dish in the cupboards being brought to bear.  Supper prep begins right after lunch and goes until an hour after the last mouthful is chewed up.

When we ain’t eating or shopping, something is being cleaned.  These people are obsessed with housekeeping.  The washing machine goes every single day.  Not a crumb escapes detection.  Something is always being dusted, wiped down, or brushed off.

Family aside, the people here are some of the nastiest, most condescending, and meanest on the planet.  Nobody is friendly here like in Hawaii.  Say please or thank you and they take your politeness as a sign of weakness.  I get more scows and looks of derision and scorn just from old wimmen walking down the aisles of the stores than I ever got from the worst of the ex girlfriends.  I guess scowling back and giving them the finger don’t help…but it makes me feel more better.  Nasty old bats.

This is also one of the most unhealthiest places I have ever been.  Nobody looks fit and trim.  You don’t see people jogging, riding bikes, nor doing anything healthy.  About the closest anyone comes to a healthy lifestyle here is buying a diet soda to go with the 1 pound cheeseburger and fries they have at the restaurant.  When I was in Maui, you had to dodge the joggers, the runners, bike riders on the streets.  People went to the parks to exercise, apparently on purpose.  Around here, people limp and waddle.  I ain’t in any kind of decent physical condition to be casting dispersions on others but at least I think about exercising, which should count for something.

The biggest employer in Pennsylvania is the medical industry and it’s easy to see why.  This place is a doctor’s wet dream.  People worship their primary care physicians even more than their churches.  Everyone is a slave to some doctor’s clinic.  They are way over medicated and will obey anything said doctor tells them to do.

It should come as no surprise the cancer rates here are huge.  Everyone has cancer.  It don’t matter if they actually do or not, eventually, the doctor is going to tell them they do.  Why?  Big money.  Cancer treatment is a full time industry here and like religion, a lot of bullshit.  When my old man got diagnosed they could not wait soon enough to get him into the whole radiation and chemo treatment.  When I took him to the clinic for said treatments the line was longer than the ones waiting to get into the rides at a theme park in Florida.  The early ones walked in, the later ones, got wheeled in.  It don’t take a rocket surgeon to see what kind of scam was going on.  All those treatments do is relieve the patients of their money and dignity.  They are no closer to a cure for cancer than ever and as long as the profits are there from these medieval treatments, there will never be a cure.

My own health has deteriorated significantly since coming here.  I’ve put on a lot of weight due to inactivity and over eating.  Allergies are rampant around here and I have a bad one in one eye.  It waters all the time, my vision is blurred and it’s swelled up.  I’d go to a doctor but he will just tell me I have eye cancer so I will just live with it.

I haven’t been sleeping well at all.  The bed I have here is way too soft and extremely uncomfortable.  I have near constant pain in my shoulders and back.  At least I don’t have the nagging cough from whatever the hell it was I had last year.  But I still have not had a decent night’s sleep since coming here.

I’ve been depressed, as expected but now the depression is becoming anger and frustration.  I have to watch what I say around people.  I don’t take well to their condescending attitudes and one day I might let things slip.  I hate the people in this area anyways (family aside) and it don’t help having to go out and interact with them.

The family is ok, but dealing with 80 and 90 year olds everyday takes it’s toll.  To make matters worse, they are all full on supporters of the trumpenführer and his corporate dictatorship.  As you can imagine, some of the conversations at the dinner table have been…interesting.

I won’t find out the status of my old room in Maui until late July.  Then I can start making plans to get the hell out of here.  If the room is there, I will head back around Labor Day.  If not, then mayhaps earlier or someplace else.  I see a lot of more cheaper places out there, especially on the Big Island.  But I really need to be there to snag one.  And as always, I keep an eye on boats in Florida.  I can go either way at this point.

This will be the last summer I ever spend in Pennsylvania.  I did this because of financial reasons but it will not happen again.  It just wasn’t worth it.  This place is just wrong for me on so many levels.  It hurt me badly when I was much more younger and I’ll be damn if I will get hurt again.  I’ll come back for a short term week maybe, and if family issues require me to do so, but no more of this bullshit.  It hurts too much.  It’s too hard on me mentally and physically.  No more.

I belong on an island, someplace warm and tropical, and soon.

Capt. Fritter

The weather here is really bad.  Seriously.  Bad.

  3 Responses to “A Long Way To Go…”

  1. “What surprises me most is “Man”, because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he doesn’t enjoy the present; The result being he doesn’t live in the present or the future; He lives as if he’s never going to die, and then he dies having never really lived.” – Dalai Lama

  2. I’m sorry you feel stuck there. I wish you didn’t have to wait another month to plan your escape.

    • I knew what was coming, but it don’t make it any more better. The upside, the financial goals are right on schedule so there is a bright side to all this.
      C. F.
      The weather is still bad though.