Christmas 2012

Back in 2008, the old geezer filmed this bit.  It got massive response.  Might well have been due to MOI being every so 'gay' at Christmas time.  Or the singing...

Now it is Christmas 2012.  While not so large, me spirit is still filled with the sounds of the season.

Back in Hawaii, and it seems ever so right to do this again.

Happy Christmas.  Best wishes to Alan, Paul, Jack, Scott, Pam, Glenda,Ron, James and Chandra, Clive, Harry, Tony, Laura.  Let it just be wonderful for all of the folks known, even if not named,

CHRISTMAS CARD LIST

Robert as Santa - Christmas 2007

I have a list of folks I know all written in a book.
Every year at Christmas I go and take a look.
That is when I realize that these names are a part
Not of the book they are written in but of my heart
Each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime
And in the meeting they have become the "rhythm of the rhyme"
While it sounds fantastic for me to add this claim
I really believe I am composed of each remembered name
While you may not be aware of any special link
Just meeting you has shaped my life more than you can think
Once you have met somebody the years cannot erase
The memory of a pleasant word or friendly face
So never think of my Christmas card is just a mere routine
of names upon a list, forgotten in between
For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you
It is because you are on the list of folks I am indebted to
You are a part of the total of many folks I have met
You happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget
Whether I have known you for many years or few
In some way you have had a part in shaping things I do
Every Christmas I realize anew
The biggest gift that life can give is meeting folks like you.

My dears, the above newspaper clipping was old when it was sent to MOI in a Christmas Card many years ago. It meant so much to MOI that it became a marker in my diary and it is seen almost daily. Some times it is just moved from page to page but at other times MOI reads it again and thinks of all of the lovely folks who have been a part of his life.

Many Christmas's have been enjoyed in the 60 odd years of life.  One of most remembered is last one spent with John, happy we were, even if we knew he would not be round for the next one.  There is a memorable one in Stockholm, and a few special ones in London.  Am very fond of the one spent in Hilo.  Then there is the one in Marysville, the one James and Chandra came into life.  Christmas makes MOI think back on the lovely times had with Paul.

This year, Ron is holding his annual Christmas Eve Party.  Ron ADORES Christmas, and loves to play Santa to all the folks known to.  May well be a Christmas to remember...

Many of you are 'au fait' with MOI sending E-Cards. Not a holiday or special event passes without a little something being sent to the folks who are special. A small number of folks write back and tell that they NEVER open the E-Cards, they are afraid that it will have a 'virus' but that does not stop MOI from sending them. Many know that it is just my way of letting all know they are thought of. MOI receives many as well and loves each and every one received.

ROBERT'S NEW LOOK

Robert - Very Determined Walker

My, what a big smile...

Robert and his brilliant hat

Rather pleased with the results of diet and exercise...

THANKSGIVING 2012

The old geezer is thankful for much this Thanksgiving Day - 2012.

Thankful for my health, ability to still get around, people who love and care about me, in short,
very thankful to be alive and going about the business of living.

May one and all have a brilliant holiday.

IHS OUTREACH COULD BE BETTER

After 30 years dealing with the homeless, IHS has name brand recognition, by the community at large and the 'at risk' members of the community served.  Truth be told, most believe that IHS feeds the hungry and provides a mat to sleep on to the homeless.  IHS is trying to be much more than that.

In chatting with Marc Alexander, Director of Community Relations and Development, Mr. Alexander mentioned multiple time how he and IHS was trying to reach out to the community.

The old geezer believes that IHS has made its mission very clear to the community at large.  How brilliant of a job IHS has done in reaching the clients it means to serve is open to discussion.

Did I mention how clean the shelter was?  Mind, the visit could have happened at low tide, but rather think that the on-going effort to make the shelter more user friendly is very real.

Hopelessness is 24/7.  IHS, like any of the other non-profits dealing with the homeless, needs to get out into the field more often, not just 9 to 5.

IHS has an outreach worker, actually two but only one is well know to this old geezer.  We will focus on the one.

Justin has some much compassion that it is plain to see, even for the most hopeless.  Justin collects information, offers help and lends a sympathetic ear to all met.  He has a real passion for the work.  Rather think that the clients he meets know that he has a personal interest in getting them to a safe harbour.  BUT, Justin only works Chinatown and only during certain hours.  There could be more like Justin.  There should be more like Justin.  IHS should try and reach homeless where ever.

The old geezer believes that this turf working is not in the best interest of the homeless.  The homeless move about.  Hence, non-profits need to do more outreach.

I believe that IHS can solve HOPELESSNESS.  One person at a time.  Give HOPE and you give a person a reason to live.  Give HOPE and a homeless person might take more interest in cleaning his or her body and clothing.  Give HOPE and a homeless person just might want to get help in improving life.

What do I know?  I am just an old man.  Actually, if every person who hears the call for help from IHS, or any other non-profit dealing with the homeless,  there would be buckets and buckets of HOPE.

IHS will never end hunger or homelessness.  It could end HOPELESSNESS.  In doing that, IHS could get many more of the at risk population, into a safer place.

NEW SHERIFF CLEANS UP IHS SHELTER

Marc Alexander - New Sheriff at IHS

Truth be told, Marc Alexander is the new Director of Community Relations and Development at IHS, the largest homeless shelter in Hawaii.  Being a clever old geezer, the above snap was found on the Internet and seemed perfect, to illustrate the new wind blowing through IHS and add a little colour to the personality of Mr. Alexander.

Monday afternoon, the old geezer paid a visit to the homeless shelter, at the personal invitation of the new sheriff.  The invite was made at the Homeless Awareness Conference, but at the time did not feel it was a real one.  Do you not realize that the old geezer can be a bit much at times?

Having paid the $45.00 to attend, the old geezer was hell bent on giving a piece of mind to folks felt to be less than Brilliant.  IHS was high on the list of folks not keen on and wanted to let that be known.  Mind, pedantic, shrill and full of hubris are but a few of the things thought of MOI, am well aware of how caustic folks can find the old geezer at times.  It is also true that the approach, while not met with undiluted pleasure by all, is very effective in getting into the tent to be heard...


It was believed by the old geezer that IHS was still guilty of many sins in dealing with the homeless.  The past was held up as present day status.  It had to be so, many of the homeless met told of how horrid the conditions were and the old geezer bought into the 'urban legend' about IHS.  Completely.

When an email was received from Mr. Alexander, gobsmacked as the old geezer was, it was the perfect opportunity to confirm for myself just how horrid IHS was in dealing with the homeless.  I wrote back to Mr. Alexander and told the gentleman that I would come with an open mind and see what was different.  Is it not true that 'no pancake is so flat that it does not have two sides'?

The old geezer arrived early for the tour with Marc Alexander.  This afforded MOI the opportunity to stand and observe the folks at the homeless shelter and check out the appeal of the courtyard and one of the common rooms.

In the past, the smell of urine, sweat, filthy clothes, caked on dirt was ripe.  To enter the courtyard was to reel back in shock at the smell that hung in the air.  Not just the courtyard but the entire building had a stale odor.

The courtyard was clean, very clean.  The clients sitting on the benches seemed to be clean and there was no one dressed in rags or urine soaked clothing.  The same applied to the common room entered.  The floor shined, furniture was clean and well maintained.  The loo, while old, was clean and there was no odor clinging to the walls.  Much impressed the old geezer was, not at all as it was.

In the car park, the clients seemed to be on best behaviour and did not give the impression of a dangerous place to catch a quick ciggie before the tour.

Mr. Alexander was prompt and the tour of the facilities went as scheduled.

There was no attempt to hide anything.  The sleeping areas were seen and the loos peeked into.  Information was free flowing.  IHS has new sleeping mats, not all but a goodly amount.  There were multiple bottles of cleaning solution available to the clients to make the mats safe to sleep on.  There were lockers a plenty for folks to safeguard valuables.

Mr. Alexander told of linen being available for the bunk beds.  Of clothing available for clients to change into after a refreshing shower.

The old geezer stands corrected.  IHS is not the "Black Hole of Calcutta".

After the tour, the old geezer sat down with the Sheriff of IHS and had a right good chin wag.

It is clear that IHS is trying to reach out and touch folks.  Truth be told, there never was any doubt that IHS is well known to the community.  Am not sure that the message is out there to many of the homeless in need of a safe harbour to re-build lives.  Too many bad stories are out there.

IHS does outreach in the Chinatown area, as well as the North Shore.  Waikiki seems to be the reserve of CareAVan, an outreach programme run by Waikiki Health Centre.  There in lies one of the biggest problems in reaching the homeless folks in need of the services of IHS.

Rightly so, Mr. Alexander points out the limits of cash available to do many things.  The old geezer mentioned to Mr. Alexander that the homeless are a group that moves about the island.  Sooner or later, many of the homeless will land in Waikiki.  Many of the most at risk.  Mentally ill men and women, Seniors, youths.  Clients with severe drug and alcohol problems will plague the beaches and neighbourhoods that cater to the visitors to our island.

They come to Waikiki to beg.  They are drawn to the bright lights and assumed 'safety' in sleeping at a bus stop or on a park bench.

Mr. Alexander agrees that outreach needs to be improved.  That homeless folks need to know that there is a safe place to go.  That there is a place dealing in HOPE.

To my mind, that is what IHS is all about.  HOPE.  Regardless of who does it, each and every person doing outreach to the homeless should be dealing in HOPE.  IHS is perfectly situated to get folks on the road to a new life.  They see the homeless first and can get the homeless connected to any other agency that can improve the chances of homeless men and women getting hopeful about the rest of their lives.

The old geezer offered to help in any way, to get more homeless aware of positive changes at IHS, to educate other concern individuals about positive contributions they can make as members of the community.  One does not need a title, or membership in a non-profit, to help a neighbour in need of help.

The old geezer is old fashioned.  I hardly know Mr. Alexander and did not want to use Marc in telling this tale.  So 'au fait' I am not with Mr. Alexander.

Being in a position of authority, Mr. Alexander and his massive sandbox are primed to get folks moving in the same direction as IHS.  It is not about turf, it is about 'what can I do to help YOU (the homeless), in so many words Mr. Alexander seems to get that.

The old geezer listened to what Mr. Alexander had to say.  Being able to read faces, the old geezer is of the opinion that Mr. Alexander listened as well.  He certainly took copious note of the chat...

I offered to help, one can do no more than that.

IHS should not have a single empty bed, More's the pity if it does.

MORE POOR IN HAWAII

The government tells us that the number of folks living, just got worse.

It is now believed that more than 17 percent of folks, living in Hawaii, are below the poverty line.

It would seem that there are going to be more folks at risk of being uncovered.

Bad news for folks in need, good news for the non-profits.  The demand for more cash from the public purse will just get greater.

A WOMAN NAMED 'SUE'

In the center of the above snap you will see a homeless woman, a regular sight to behold in Waikiki.

So ubiquitous has she become to the landscape of Waikiki Beach, that you will note that the chap on the bicycle hardly pays her any mind.

Truth be told, countless numbers of folks pass this woman daily, and one wonders how many take note of her.

Every day, the old geezer goes for his walk.  Every day the homeless woman is seen, and every day the question come to mind, "how can this be"...

Being the sort who can not look away, there have been multiple times, the walk was postponed a bit, to stop and chap with the homeless lady.  Today was no exception.

The homeless woman has a name.  Her name is Sue.  I know that because I took the time to find out.  I know a great deal more about the homeless woman than her name.

Sue is very bright.  Very aware.  Sue follows events in the newspapers.  Sue told MOI that she thought it odd that they were thinking of preventing smoking on the beach.  Sue was also aware of the Homeless Awareness Conference, that was held at the Pacific Beach Hotel.

Sue told the old geezer that she kept looking for some of the attendees to come out of the hotel and see what homelessness might be right outside of the door of the hotel.  Sue says that she saw one person with a name tag on, but that person never stopped to chat with her.

Sue asked if the old geezer had gone to the conference.  Wanted to know what was said and what solutions were found.  I had to tell true that not much new was found out and that the lovely folks from the non-profits still did not have a clue.

Sue is an interesting study.  No doubt that the rags adorning her body are filthy, and she could use a bath and some grooming of her nails.  No doubt, there is some sort of mental condition going on.

Today, I asked Sue what I could do to help her.  She asked if I had a place she could go to and take a bath.  I had to tell her that I could not do that.  I offered to ring someone up and get her some help.  Sue is afraid of social services and equally afraid of homeless shelters.

I asked Sue if she would like someone to help her get a room somewhere.  Was gobsmacked when Sue told MOI that a room somewhere with no money would be like a prison.  Like I said, Sue is not stupid.

Sue needs help.  Sue also has the right to refuse help.

As a society, should we not try to reach her?  No matter how difficult it might be to win her trust?

I made myself a promise today that each and every day I go out for a walk I am going to try and acknowledge her as a person of worth.  Sue is a human being and as such deserves to be reached out to.

One wonders why the non-profits are not trying harder to reach Sue.  Might well be that Sue is a hard case, and the non-profits do not want to take the time.

TRUTH BE TOLD...

The featured filmed clip is from Matt Glickstein - Songs For A Better World.  It is well worth giving a look and just might make you think a little about homelessness.

Let's start this post with some simple truths.  'THERE IS NO AFFORDABLE HOUSING IN HAWAII'.  There has not been for some time and housing is hard to come by for even the folks who work long and hard.  'THE POOR WILL ALWAYS BE WITH US'.  It is just the way of it, there will always be folks who do not have cash, or so little of it, that life is an endless grind.  'THERE WILL ALWAYS BE HOMELESSNESS'.  Charles Dickens told stories of the plight of the homeless in London in the 1800's, while getting some things changed, homelessness is not one of them.  There are folks still living uncovered in London, as there are all over the world.  Hawaii is not unique.

Regardless of the efforts of well meaning individuals toiling in non-profits, regardless the massive sums we give non-profits to deal with the homeless problem, there will always be members of the community living in horrid conditions.

Non-profits in Hawaii get tens of millions of dollars to deal with the homeless situation.  There is some change, but the problem still remains.  No doubt the programs that deal with women and children who are homeless, and programs dealing with families without shelter meet with better results.  Truth be told, the plight of women and children living on the road is one that touches society deeply and great effort is made to protect this vulnerable segment of society.  Single men facing horrid conditions is not treated with the same level of compassion.

The old geezer tossed and turned all night and sleep was most troubled.  The events of the day were to blame.  Not to mention some of the comments heard.

'YOU HAVE NOT WALKED THE WALK', was the comment most haunted by in sleep.  It was hurled at MOI by one of the 'bright young things' connect with IHS.

There is ample proof to be had that this old geezer has indeed 'walked the walk'.  Has for many more years than the gentleman who works at IHS.  I may not be a 'paid professional' but have always tried to make a difference in any community a part of.  This old geezer does not walk through life with blinkers on and has tried always, to stop to offer a hand to someone less fortunate.  Daily, the horrid conditions of the homeless are observed in Waikiki and other parts of Honolulu.

I have always been curious, and that desire to learn more has made MOI stop and try to hear the stories of folks in trouble.  One comes away with an entirely different attitude about homelessness, when you learn how or way, one is sleeping on a bench, or begging on the pavement.

Not all who are homeless want help.  Quite a few of the homeless have found a way to live rent free and with responsibility.  Many get a government check and food stamps and like the idea of not paying for anything.  They like not taking responsibility for their anti-social behaviour.  That is the way of it.  They have the right to refuse help to change.  So, one moves on.

It is a whole different story to get into the mentally ill, the alcoholics and the drug addicts.  One could go on and on.  Best to leave that for a different post.

The second thing heard yesterday, that made sleep hard to come, was one made by Colin Kippen.

In his remarks to the attendees of yesterday's conference, he made strong reference to bringing all members of the community together to deal with the homeless problem.  He talked movingly about Aloha and Ohana.

In my darkest hour, it was members of the community, my 'family', that provided me with the courage to carry.  NOT a non-profit.

When the courage was found to make the call to a long time friend, it was met with the disbelief that the old geezer would not believe that some cared about and wanted to.  See how spot on Colin is in his belief that Aloha and Ohana of the community is valid and necessary to solve homelessness.

The worst 17 days of me life were spent at IHS.  Mind, over the years stories had been heard of the horrid place that it is.  At least the men's shelter.  Street wise professional homeless seem to thrive there.  They know how to work the system.  IHS is not the place the weak, old or different go to.  The battle to keep from being abused or robbed is too hard to fight.  Truth be told, it was not the correct place for young men with AIDS to go either, in years past.  Stories make the rounds among the homeless of a fate worse than death in going into the shelter.

COMMUNITY.  Ordinary folks doing extraordinaire things to help fellow members of society who need a bit of help and compassion.  Like my good friend.  A simple man who tries to help homeless in Waikiki.  Having jobs performed by homeless, to give a little cash to for food and toiletries ad clothes washing.

If you get the impression that no love is to be had for IHS, you would be correct.  Pray, let me explain my reasons.

Whatever IHS was in the past, is a far cry from what it is today.  Millions and millions of dollars pour into the coffers of IHS.  So completely have they convinced the powers to be that they deserve as much as they ask for.  Duplication of effort and bad mistakes seems to matter little and IHS has the 'data' to prove how brilliant they are.  More's the pity that IHS does not admit that they are no more capable in ending homelessness than any other organization.

I came away from the homeless conference, more convinced than ever, that while some do wondrous things to help disadvantaged members of the community, there are non-profits who receive far more than they should.  That turf defending is alive and well among the non-profits.  That IHS, regardless of how well and slick they self promote, do not have all of the answers.  That duplication of services offered is expensive and may well be best done by not placing all of the eggs in one basket.

Lastly, it would be so very wrong to allow the voice of a former priest of the Catholic Church, to drown out other voices.  Regardless of his connection with IHS, he is but one member of the community and when last looked does not walk on water.

HOMELESS CONFERENCE BLUES

My dears, if it was felt that the old geezer would stop sharing thoughts, this post will let all who are 'au fait' with, know that my ability to tell a story is still very much alive.  Truth be told, it took a day that was most interesting to shake MOI up and share with you.

There was a 'Homeless Awareness Conference' held in Waikiki today.  Having been engaged in the fight to enlighten folks to the social injustices that plague society, this seemed like the right point to pick up pen and share with all of the lovely folks known to or folks one wants to reach out to.

When first read in the Honolulu Star-Advertiser of the coming conference, I rang up one of the folks listed as an organizer of the event.  I told of my interest to share facts about the homeless in Waikiki.  I learned that it was going to cost $45.00 to attend the conference and was a bit put off by that.  Friends told MOI that some needed to go and tell the non-profits and other gathered interested parties that the general public might not share their view that the job being done was brilliant.  I emailed the organizer and told I would attend, even if my views were not ones the gathered good folks wanted to hear.

Early this AM, the old geezer went to the posh hotel to sign in and to try and meet folks.  I had told the organizer of the conference that it was my belief that many if not most of the attendees would be 'choir singing to the choir'.  As the ballroom filled, it was quite clear that this was indeed the case.  Not so much a conference but an opportunity for 'bright young things' to network.

Being extremely hearing impaired, the old geezer has to re lie on device in ear, lip reading and face reading.  All of my skills were in use and helped to know fairly early on, who wanted to hear what an outsider had to say about the homeless problem.  What was learned today was most illuminating and want so much to share it with you.

Many of the attendees were not interested in chatting with anyone who was not working for a non-profit, or connected to a government agency dealing with the homeless problem.  Most of the attendees felt that they and the organization they worked for were working miracles in getting folks off the street and into shelters or in a direction to get help with issues causing homelessness

There were some rather interesting exceptions.

Colin Kippen, State Homeless Coordinator for the Governor, was one of the first speakers.  Colin spoke from the heart and urged all the attendees to double their effort to try and engage 'the community' in the fight to end homelessness in Hawaii.  Only in getting all of the community involved would make the battle winnable.  He made no false promise and in some ways may well have said things many of the attendees did not want to hear.

I had a long chin wag with Colin and came away with the feeling that this was a man who could make a difference.  Colin knows full well that he has his work cut out for him and that there will be folks out to get him.  I rather think that Mr. Kippen is prepared to rattle a few cages to get things done.

Darryl Vincent was another person met who made an impression on.  Wrongly, the old geezer believed him to be another that works in the non-profit he is with.  I did not like that person two year ago and was prepared to fire me guns in anger about my feelings towards.  It takes a big person to stand ground and correct a wrong impression.  Mind, Darryl has a massive toothy grin and the personality of a slick used car salesman and loves to 'close the deal'.  Darryl may not have shared many of my beliefs about the failure of non-profits to deliver change, but he heard me out, which was more that many were prepared to do.  I still believe that his organization could do more, but he made me believe he is at least willing to listen to a different view.

State Senator Josh Green,MD, from West Hawaii, was another presenter who spoke true to the attendees about Healthcare for the homeless.

Dear reader, you who have followed this blog for some time know that the old geezer share his life with the world at large.  You, who are 'au fait' know that I have shared my mental illness, my fight to save what little hearing is left, my battle with food, my stroke and the brief period hope was lost and I was homeless.  You know of my community activism.  When it comes to the problems of drug abuse, alcohol abuse, troubled mentally ill folks and 'professional homeless'  the old geezer is no dilettante.  I may not be a member of a non-profit', but I have tried to make a difference in the world I live in.

It came as a shock to hear so many folks today tell that I did not know what I was talking about, 'you never have walked the walk', the old geezer was told.  What I had to say about failings on the part of some non-profits was completely antedated and of no value.

One of the individuals in an exalted position at IHS, was one of the least approachable folks at the conference.  Mind, his real value is in his being very politically connected and unless you have value to IHS, he really doe not have to listen to what you say, regardless of how you say it.

Throughout the day folks at the conference used 'data' and 'numbers' to support how brilliant of a job they are doing.

Data can be wrong and numbers can be played different ways.  A report in the newspaper today used numbers and data to tell of changes in the homeless problem.  Have no doubt that the attendees used them to show how the fight is being won by their efforts.  How interesting.  Like Colin said of the data, it depends on how you look at the glass, half full or half empty.

If you have come to think that the old geezer sees this day as a bust, you would be wrong.  The opportunity was had to tell folks in positions to help homeless folks, that not all felt that they were doing the best job possible to end homelessness in Hawaii.

The conference opened with a presentation by Matt Glickstein.  It was a musical video of a song sung by students from a local school.  "Dream What Could Be Done" is the name of the song and it can be found on YOUTUBE.  You need to watch it.  The children of this world are our hope, and this video makes one believe that the children just may get it right.

The snap used to start this post is not meant to demean anyone.  It does serve to show that not all of the folks who are homeless want to be saved.  Personally, the joke is on them.

The old geezer is back...

WORK IN PROGRESS

Robert - September 2012

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."

There be some who are not pleased that the old geezer is not chained to the computer, turning out post every day of the week.  Truth be told, after 6 years of keeping a very public diary, am not 'tired' of the writing but wanting to be more 'picky' as to what is shared...

There is also the fact that MOI is trying to change his daily habits, making sure that there is a large measure of exercise in each and every day.  Not enough to watch groceries, one has to give the old heart a bit of work-out every day.

The quote used today comes about due to my thinking long and hard on the wonderful folks known to.  There may not be thousands of 'friends' but am right lucky in the ones claimed.  Through some very weird times, mates have stayed close to.  How lucky I be.

Having said that, Anita, glad you continue to read and will be doing some clever stories soon.  Alan, when are you going to buy your new home in Reno?  Paul, do try not to stuff the voting box in November.  Ron will have a bang up Halloween.  Scott will more than like do OZ soon.

READY FOR ME CLOSE UP...

Who is the handsome chap in this snap???  Hello....  Is MOI...

HERE'S LOOKING AT YA...

Latest snap of the old geezer.  Should have looked up...

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE

QUEEN DROPS IN ON OLYMPICS



Sadly, NBC blocks the filmed bit of the arrival of the Queen with James Bond.  Bloody Brilliant it was

HIGHLIGHTS OF 2012 OLYMPIC OPENING

MR. BEAN IS A SMASH

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

LONDON SHOP OF OLD

If MOI gets this snap right, there were no pets on this road...

TUNA CASSEROLE ALA 'THE DIVA'

Two things you need to know about Ron AKA 'The Diva'.  He fancies himself quite the 'Gordon Ramsey' and he loves his groceries.

The other night Ron informed the old geezer that he would teach MOI how to prepare his world famous Tuna Casserole.  Ron would instruct and MOI would do the work.  Another thing you need to know about Ron is that he does things in a very set manner,  his way or the highway...

The onions has to be sliced in exactly a certain manner, as did the celery.  Mind, the old geezer has been known to be in the kitchen from time to time and is no stranger to a knife or a pan.  Been told that MOI makes a brilliant cuppa and has got raves on his 'beans on toast'...

Loading the skillet with dices onions and celery, Ron prepared to add butter.  Did MOI mention that Ron never met a stick of butter he did not like?  If one stick is good, two is more better...

Next bow tie pasta was cooked up, two family size bags.  This was going to be one tuna casserole.  Along with the pasta, three tins of tuna were prepared, as well as a family size tin of mushroom soup.  All of the item were added to the skillet, to cook as the pasta was cooked up.

When all of the items were ready to add together, a massive pan was made ready for the items of the casserole.  To be true, more butter was used to coat the bottom and sides of the pan.

First in was a layer of pasta, followed by a layer of tuna mix, followed by a layer of shredded cheese, another layer of pasta and tuna mix, followed by yet another layer of shredded cheese.  There was a goodly amount of milk added.  All of the casserole was 'dusted' with pepper and topped by crushing a bag of crisps on top of.  For good measure large amounts of sour cream were scattered on top of the casserole.

The casserole was then placed into the oven to bake...

Truth be told, when the pan came out of the oven, it looked very inviting.  Taking a small portion, MOI tucked into it and must admit that while there was no taste, it did slide down rather nicely.  The crushed crisps on the top made for a rather crunchy texture.

Needless to say, Ron made enough casserole to feed an army, there is a huge amount of casserole left.  Seems MOI recall that Paul in Reno could not cook unless it was in large quantities.

Rumour has it that the old geezer is going to be making another dish quite soon.  If this keeps up, MOI will have to seek a place on Gordon Ramsey's 'Masterchef' programme.

JETSTAR MEET AND GREET

In truth, this old geezer has never had a 'inflight' experience with Jetstar.  All that MOI knows of the low cost airline comes from folks who have had the privilege.  Season travellers who are not shy with comments...

As recently as a few days back, MOI had a lovely chat with Kevin and Jennifer, OAP's who had just arrived from OZ via Jetstar. The lovely couple had splashed out on 'business class' but still looked as if they had been on a 'death march' when seen on the veranda of the Moana.  A 15 hour flight will do that.  Jennifer thought so little of the flight that she had not even taken the breakfast offered...

An email from The Big Kahuna told that plans had changed and he was arriving in Honolulu two days earlier.  When MOI read the email, there was not much more than an hour to get to the airport to do a meet and greet.

The Bus got to the international arrival area just before 8am and within minutes, The Big Kahuna was standing there with his carry-on luggage.

Looking a bit tired, the swollen eyelids from sleep deprivation were the size of donuts, The Big Kahuna was pretty much as remembered when last seen a year ago.  The Big Kahuna travels much and has it down pat.  Getting from the plane to arrival area took less than 10 minutes.

The Big Kahuna was between flights.  Having come in from OZ, he had to wait three hours before his connecting flight to Hilo.  Mind, he must love 'death march' flights as he was booked on a flight to Hilo that would take him via Maui.

These days there are no facilities to do a proper 'mmet and greet', without a boarding pass, the old geezer was limited to a chin wag in the car park area....  Truly....

The Big Kahuna, having a prized 'boarding pass', went into the terminal and got two large coffees and some porridge. 

Making selves comfy in the 'taxi' area, we sipped coffees and caught up on the latest events in each other's lives.  The Big Kahuna loathes to see self on blog, hence no snap, and is not too keen on reading about self either.  "Have to be careful what I say, it will wind up on the blog, and folks tend to read between the lines".  As if the old geezer would ever say anything unkind about the Big Kahuna.

Meeting up with a much liked friend, be it in a car park or whatever, is as if one has not been away from.  From first greet, we were off and running with the conversation.  The Big Kahuna always has interesting things happening to.  The three hours flew by and it was soon time to shake hands and another plane to be caught.  MOI was going to head back to Waikiki and see if the kettle was still on...

WAIKIKI 'POSH' ON THE QT...

Every day, the old geezer takes his walk.  With English walking stick for support, it is onto to Kalakaua Ave for a refreshing stroll down the beach.  Rather easy to do this as on the beach side of the avenue, there is almost no breaks in the pavement and one can be safe from traffic.

The journey is broken by a stop at the Moana Hotel,  Posh hotel right on the beach and ever so inviting.  MOI likes to sit on the veranda facing the banyan tree, the very one featured in "Hawaii Calls".  As you can see, the chairs are comfy and the breeze from the ocean s refreshing.  It is also a lovely spot to read the daily copy of USA Today, to be found on a table by the dining room.

Right cheeky of the old geezer.  The newspaper is FREE to guest, but if you stretch the truth a wee bit, MOI is a 'guest', or has been in by-gone days.

Most of the folks on the veranda appear to be from Japan, but there are older travellers from mainland and elsewhere.  That is why MOI is able to blend in.  Looks like a 'tourist'...

The Moana is a lovely hotel and can well remember having 'high tea' on the veranda in days past....






Bad enough that MOI takes up space on the back veranda, but there is also a rather inviting veranda that facing the road in from of the Moana Hotel.  As you can see from the snap, there are lovely rockers to sit in and makes the 'people watching' ever so lovely.  Best place to watch newly wed folks enter their limousines for ride to begin married life.  Also a grand spot to watch the parade of folks in bathing costumes walk past on way to the surf.

Rather thing that folks are clueless that the old geezer is getting a 'bit of posh' on the cuff..

GARAGE SALE TALES

Today was the second day of the garage sale Ron put together in Waikiki.  Time to reflect on some of the happenings...

The day started out well enough.  Two gentlemen from China wandered into the car park in search of last minute gifts.  This was their 6th trip to Hawaii in last six months.  One of the chaps is the owner of 7 factories, he sells things to Walmart and Kmart.  Fancy that..

The owner of the factories was a shy sort of fellow, his travelling companion / interrupter, did all of his talking.  And he had quite a lot to say.  With a mixture of British and American slang, he told of having studied at university in Pittsburgh.  Seems his boss had an eye for some necklaces and they wanted to haggle over price.  Ron, The Diva, is the last person you want to haggle over price with.  After some back and forth, a price was agreed upon and then Ron had to explain that the necklaces, while quite lovely, had in fact been made in CHINA.  The two seemed pleased regardless and went happily away to catch their flight back to China.  No doubt to tell the tale of the great treasures found in Waikiki.

The next colourful customer, were in fact a returning trio from day before.  They had purchased some tattoo transfers and had such a giggle over breakfast, they needed to get more.  Nothing like happy shoppers.

A young lady showed up with loads of colourful stickers upon her face.  Very colourful.  She tried on a very brilliant jacket, would have matched all of the colour on her face.  MOI told her it looked rather smart, and was gobsmacked when the lady told that she thought it was a wee bit loud.  Not being able to hold tongue, the old geezer asked if she has looked in the mirror before venturing forth that day.  Really, one wonders...

Then there was the lovely gentle man, 86 years young with his lovely wife, 93 years young.  The spied a picture and asked the price.  Having shopped with Ron before, he graced them with the picture, free of charge.  The lovely chap told Ron that he just wanted the picture for the frame....

Roy had to attend to some personal matters and the old geezer was drafted into watching his share of the items for sale.  Seems easy enough.  NOT...

Shortly after Roy departed and old lady and her filipina helper arrived.  They had been at the sale yesterday and knew they liked to spend loads of time checking out all of the sale items.  The old lady looks like the last living survivor of the Titanic, frail but feisty, while he companion like to seek out all of the bargains she can.  Trying to help the old lady proved a total waste of time.  Might as well told MOI to bugger off..

With one had clutching her walker, she bent over the table with costume jewelry and went to work fingering every bead, chain and ear.  She did not want any help.  Neither did.  The hours ticked by and it became clear that they were waiting the return of Roy.  He would give them deals...

They were not the only ones, seems Roy and Ron have customers who will only deal with them.  Tell you right off that they know them well...  Fancy that.

The day slowly wound down, little by little the tables emptied of sale items.

Ron has a custom of holding a closing 'brown bag' sale.  Everything you can fit into a small brown bag is had for a 'fiver'.  Throughout the day folks told that they would be back a 4pm for the sale.  Cheeky buggers.

All in all, not a bad way to spend an interesting day in Waikiki.  Where else can you meet folks from China, Russia, all parts of the USA and a few from Europe...

WAIKIKI GARAGE SALE - DIVA STYLE

This weekend,Saturday and Sunday,  Ron, AKA "The Diva", will be holding another of his fab garage sales.  Mind, 'garage sale' is a wee bit mis-leading, as Ron places tables round the car park and loads them to breaking point with all sort of treasures collected since he last did a sale.

Having an apartment complex in Waikiki is the perfect way to gather many items for sale.  Folks move to Hawaii, thinking that life will be more perfect than when they came from, tire of all of the sun and living in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and give up their collections to Ron, rather than pack up to ship back to the mainland.  Truth be told, it can be rather dear to ship home things.

Ron is a fixture in Waikiki, and all during the week folks drop by and leave things they no longer want or need.  There also are people who 'find' treasures and leave with Ron.  One is constantly gobsmacked at the amount of things that pile up, waiting for another sale.

Some twenty years ago, if not longer, MOI had set up a flat down the road from Ron. Not having any furniture, the old geezer made a beeline to Ron's, and in short order had a complete one bedroom fitted out quite nicely.  So good were the furnishings that when MOI made another of his moves back to the mainland, the items purchased from Ron some years back, brought a small profit...

There are 'garage sales' and there are "Garage Sales".  Never fails that as the date nears for the sale, the car park fills up with a most interesting collection.  There are 'rare' pictures, tellies, cameras, computer parts, furniture, records, dishes, cutlery, pots and pans, clothing and linen.  You might well find the kitchen sink there as well.

As usual, Ron will be joined at his sales by a good mate.  Roy has a shop in Chinatown, sells art and the like, makes jewelry and been known to paint a lovely picture or two.  Roy has been round Waikiki almost as long as Ron and between the two, there will be in-fighting, to see who runs up the most sales.  There will be other local colourful characters at the sale, meaning that chins will wag all the day long.

Truth be told, MOI is of the opinion that Ron gets more out of the meeting folks from all over the world, then he does from the money generated from the sale.  Ron has been known to meet a new resident to Hawaii, like them and gift them with all sort of things to furnish their flats.  Not rubbish but rather useful items.  There might be a chair, rattan of course, with lovely cushions, just perfect for the person to love being in Hawaii.  Or there might be a set of curtains.  Dishes and glasses and all sort of items for the kitchen.

Being that MOI is here before the sale starts, he got to look over some of the items.  MOI loves to travel light, and clothing was sorely needed.  To my delight,  several pairs of shorts (Tommy Bahama) revealed self.  There were shirts as well,  Ralph Lauren, Harley Davidson, Greg Norman, to name but a few.  Not worn out items of clothing but items ever so slightly used and in some cases not even used.  For less than a 'fiver' me wardrobe has increased big time.  Having gone through the shops in Waikiki, know full well that some of the items are $40.00 plus retail. Am over the moon at all of the cash saved.

The sale will last all day long, rain or shine.  If past is any clue, come late Sunday, the tables will be quite empty.

Am quite looking forward to the crowds that will gather to lock up real bargains.  Curious I am to see if all goes...

WHAT A COLLECTION OF PUSSIES

One would have thought that 4 fat and sassy pussies would be enough for one person.  One would have thought and been so very wrong.

My good mate, Ron, adores 'fat' pussies.  Never was there an over weight pussy that did not bring raptures of joy to Ron.  When MOI arrived in Waikiki, he was greeted by 4 pussies and quickly set about trying to warm up to the hair balls.  There was Hermie, Baby, Mayo and Ronnie.  Each had distinct personalities and a unique way of making the old geezer feel welcome.

Truth be told, Ron's pussies are unique.  Baby likes to drink water from a running faucet,  Hermie loves to lap up the water from the toilet bowl.  Lord knows how the other pussies get water but will leave that story for another day.  Each of the pussies has own special place to nap.  One loves to get on top of the clothes dryer, another lovers to top of the coffee maker, another camps out in front of the screen door and yet another loves to spread out on the top of the desk and watch Ron play on the computer.

The other day Ron went for a drive and found self in front of the local SPCA.  Ron is well known there, having rescued pussies in the past.  Asking if there were any 'specials' that day, the lovely lady at the centre informed Ron that due to his status as a 'senior', he could add to his family of pussies by taking home a recently dropped off 'ageing' pussy.  'Milo', aged 6, was given up to the SPCA as his owners were departing the islands and could not take with.  Milo is one large pussy.

To hear Ron tell it, it was love at first sight.  Milo did all of the right moves to move right into Ron's heart.  Ron is of the opinion that previous owners must have been on the older, larger size, as Milo just did his best to cozy up to Ron.  The SPCA makes it easy for seniors to take home a new addition to family, the shots required for the animal are are given, there is a starter bag of food, and a lovely carrier to transport the pussy.

With adoption papers in hand, Ron drove "Milo" to his new home.  Never was a thought given as to how the new addition would be taken by the 4 pussies already camped out in Waikiki.

"Milo" took to his new home right off.  Being older and somewhat larger than the rest of the pussies, he walked through the flat, sizing up the situation and trying to find that perfect spot that would become all his own.  Of the 4, the only one having a problem with the new addition was Baby.  Here to fore, Baby had been 'top cat' and was more than eager to put the new arrival in place.  Or so Baby thought...

Throughout the day, Baby and Milo eyed each other up.  When one spot was picked to rest by one, the other seemed to find reason to want the very same spot.  When afternoon treats were given out, Milo's portion was eyed by Baby, as if to question the portion size.

Early evening found Ron and MOI watching a bit of telly, with all of the pussies spread out in the flat.  Milo picked a spot on the floor in front of the telly, thinking it would be a good spot to relax.  Baby had other ideas and set about challenging Milo's position.  With a loud hiss and show of force, Milo got poor Baby so rattled that he hid underneath a bed for the better part of an hour.

A few days have passed since the arrival of 'Milo' and it would appear that the contest of wills between he and Baby is yet to be won.  They still circle round each other to see if one will catch the other off guard.   For now, "Milo" has the high ground, had found that he enjoys resting on top of the clothes dryer.  It being the stack type, affords him a perfect view of the comings and goings, and warns of the approach of Baby.

In years past, there was a 'cat lady' in Waikiki, Ron was not keen on here, one might even say he loathed her.  When she died, her love of pussies must have jumped into Ron, or so some say...

The snap used for this post is really quite good for the story told.  Ron takes grand care of his pussies, spares no expense to make them happy.  You might well say that they are indeed 'fat cats'...Pun intended...



TALK STORY...

Talk story is just the Hawaiian phrase for chatting, gossiping or shooting the breeze. This is what good friends do on a lazy Waikiki day, just get together and talk ...

Since Sunday past, the old geezer has had ample time to sit round the flat and have a right long chin wag with Ron about the 'good old days' and other things.  However much fun it has been to do that, Ron has no desaire to spend rest of days walking down memory lane every day.  There is much on his plate and he reminded MOI that one has to get out and sort things out on own, he, Ron, did not sign on as me social director...

Ron does not suffer fools, and he has enough to deal with in trying to rent out flats and deal with the daily drama of his tenants.  AND to be able to sit and sip and watch the world walk by his complex.  Ron is a creature of habit,  like most of us.  Very set in ways he is.  Howver gracious he is being to the old geezer, he never loses sight of what he wants to do for self.

The holiday was spent by MOI walking round Waikiki and re-visiting all of favoured places.  Much of what was here in late 60's is gone,and much that is still here is much changed.  There are some things that never seem to change.  Like a favoured eatery on Lewers, is just as it was when first discovered.  Another is a hotel on the beach.  Still has the veranda with the rocking chairs on, to rock away the hours, looking at all of the folks coming and going.  All very interesting.

Late in the day, we went to Walmart...  Life does go on, and Walmart is a clever place to shop for things at reasonable prices.  Very in with the locals.  We then went to one of Ron's favourite eateries for chinese food.  Off the beaten path and worth the visit.

Ron has much on plate today, what with the collecting of last rents owed, and the showing of two flats available to folks scheduled to come by.  Ron placed advert on Craigslist yesterday and the mobile has not stopped ringing.  No doubt the flats will go today.  Making for a very happy Ron.

The old geezer is going to get out and do things.  Am still waiting for some changes to sort self out and am limited in how hard can push some changes.  All sort of things have to be sorted out when one moves.

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY

DEVELOPING MOI

Not being blessed with the 'gift of sight', the old geezer is clueless what the future may hold in store for.  Mind, no 'gift of sight' is required to confirm what is well known to MOI.  That people who like MOI seem to hold fast to that 'like' for ages.  History has proved to MOI that there appears to be no middle ground when it comes to being liked by others.  Folks tend to adore the old geezer or loathe.  Case in point being "Peter Pan' in Reno, who seems to harbour very ill feelings towards.

Truth be told, the past few days to MOI have reminded of the many blessing in life.  Just when you think it can only be dark, the sun comes shining through.  Returning to Hawaii has made me realize that the adventure of living continues full throttle, and will have its ups and down but will nevertheless be worth the journey.

There will be many who will be puzzled by my return to Hawaii.  It is expensive, overcrowded and over developed.  What many will miss is the fact that Hawaii holds so many dear memories.  It was the spot that MOI holidayed with John for many a year, the spot returned to when John died to try and sort out the future, the spot that long time friends were met and held dear for many a year.  There is something magical about the place for MOI.  Might well be the very uttering of ALOHA.

Whatever the casuses for my very strong feelings for Hawaii, it is well true that the healing has already begun.  Not sure MOI thought of self as a victum, but did feel much put upon.  Not to be in the future.  Have clipped hair, dressed down and am marching straight into the sun.  Whatever is ahead will be faced with no fears.  Past trials will be put behind.

It is all about attitude, and am of the opinion me attitude is much improved.

ALOHA HAWAII

DATELINE - WAIKIKI

Sunday past, the old geezer packed his Gladstone and heading out on his latest journey.

Alan, a brilliant mate to, had agreed to chauffer MOI to Sacramento to get a better deal on a flight to Hawaii.  Lovely Alan was ever so much help to the old geezer in getting things sorted out in head as to what would be best for him.  Reno had been grand in the sense that the operation on ear had solved the major problem of the disease and MOI had got brilliant care in recovering from the stroke in late April.  But there was the future to face and MOI wanted to get that right as it was hoped that the future would be kind to the old geezer.  A move had to be perfect, as it was to be the last move.

Alan and MOI chatted about loads of things.   Friendship, courage, hope and missed opportunities were some of the subjects covered.  Alan is quite the good listener and has the ability to voice his opinions without fear of how they will be received.  He, Alan, was not afraid to throw a few pails of cold water on as we drove nearer and nearer to airport. 

My mind was made up.  Hawaii was to be my destination.  Only hope was that the airline would have space on flight picked. 

Parting at the airport was hard.  Have not known Alan long period but had come to admire and respect him enormously.  MOI treasures him and only hopes that the friendship made will last till end of days.  Tears were shed at parting and Alan being ever so kind gifted MOI with carton of ciggies.  How brilliant as ciggies in Hawaii are ever so dear, over a tenner per packet.  With heavy heart MOI took gladstone through door to airport and never looked back as Alan drove away.

The airline had space on flight and ticket was purchased.  Clearing security, the old geezer waited for the big plane to come and return to Hawaii.

Landing in Honolulu just before midnight, the old geezer felt spirits rise at the prospect of the new adventures to come.

MOI had emailed Ron that he was coming.  Ron and the old geezer go back some twenty plus years.  The problem being that Ron loves to get a good night's rest and one can not bother until he wakes and has his first cuppa in the morning.  What to do?

Took "The Bus" into Waikiki and made plans to keep busy until morning.  With but a gladstone bag, small in size, trusted cane and a sense of direction to all of the places remembered, the old geezer spent a night of walking, resting and sipping coffee.

MY NIGHT IN WAIKIKI WILL BE REPORTED IN LATER POST...

Morning brought a brilliant sunrise and the greeting of Ron at his door as he picked up the newspaper.  Ron has an apartment complex in heart of Waikiki, and being the first of month, has much on plate without having to deal with the return of the old geezer.  Ron makes no show for, speaks plain and treats the old geezer with as much attention as needed without getting behind on his duties in dealing with his tenants.

How brilliant.  Ron is ever so dear.  Between tenants, counting cash and dealing with telephone, the old geezer and Ron have quite the chin wag.  Bottom line was that Ron wanted to know if MOI had finally sorted things out and knew what he wanted.  Ron has firm views on the old geezer and is not shy about telling.  'The Diva' believes that MOI plays 'old' too much and should just get on with life and forget about age and just live.  Put the pains in basket and leave alone.

Good advice.  For once, the old geezer has nothing to come back with.  That is the plan.  To get on with life.

Hawaii is not for everone.  For MOI it is.  John's ashes are here and many of best memories are here.  My landing in Hawaii has been made 'soft' due to Ron being ever so kind to.  For a bit, the old geezer will rest himself at the apartment complex as future digs are found.  Spent Monday sorting out bank and other matters.  Am ever so happy...  Truly.

BUFFET IS A BUST

After much badgering, the old geezer got Alan to take to a buffet.  The thinking was, at least on my part, the the wide selection of food would provide a change to the rather bland diet followed these past two months.

Alan is ever so clever.  He knew that a buffet would be a bust and tried to talk MOI into some sort of different dining experience.  The old geezer's mind was made up and nothing was going to change the plan.

The Peppermill Casino has a rather lovely buffet, and with 'comp' dollars to spend, it was not going to be an expensive meal.  The old geezer was ready to dive in...

Sadly, walking round the many offerings did little to excite the palate.  Chicken has become too dry to deal with, pizza boring and most meat held little appeal.  Slowly, the plate had some items added.  There was a little tomato salad, a few Swedish meatballs, and a bit of fish.  There was also a bowl of bean soup.

With effort and no taste, the food was tried.  Feeling put out by the lack of enjoyment, another trip to the counter was made.  The choice of some pork was huge mistake.  Was right depressing...

Alan on the other hand tucked into his meal with gusto.  There is nothing wrong with his taste and he cleaned off his plate.  Alan was looking forward to a visit to the desert island and he made sure that he filled his plate.  There was a wicked looking chocolate desert, a mouth watering slice of cheese cake and other pastries.  Alan told MOI that he was a bit off groceries, as he did not completely finish all of the deserts.  Mind, the plate looked licked clean when he was finished.  The old geezer had some slices of watermelon.  No taste but it went down well...

Were that it be true, the snap featured would have been grand.  Walking out of the buffet was not with much effort, as the old geezer did not eat much.  One the other hand, Alan seemed to be in another place, with the look of total satisfaction on his face.  Went so far as to tell MOI that the Peppermill did not lose any Cash on him that night.  Too right...

My diet is rather plain.   Lots of soups and dry sandwiches with a few micro meals.  The trip to the buffet was an attempt by the old geezer to add a little zest to meal time.  It did not work out that way.  The trip left MOI more than a little depressed.  What I would not give to be able to taste some of the foods was mad for in an earlier life.

It was a pleasure to break bread with Alan.  He tries to add a little spice to me boring life.  Just know now that meals will have to be less complicated in the future.  Pray forgive the old geezer his depression over food taste loss.

DID I GET IT RIGHT?

In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise.
At a moment in my life when the world is new.
And the blessing I shall ask is that God will grant me,
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
(Chorus)
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine,
At a moment in my life when the sky is blue.
And the blessing I shall ask shall remain unchanging.
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
(Chorus)
In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset,
At a moment in my life when the night is due.
And the question I shall ask only I can answer.
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?

WHAT A LOT OF LAVENDER

I adore lavender.  Makes me want to add a little music...

SCROTUM FAME

The watermelon-size scrotum Mr Warren carries between his legs has landed him on the Howard Stern Show and the Comedy Central program Tosh.0 and made him a local celebrity in his hometown.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2161294/Wesley-Warren-Jr-Man-100-pound-scrotum-REJECTS-free-1m-corrective-surgery.html#ixzz1yMPztG1d

CHILD SAFETY??

Do you think this mum is providing 'built in' airbag safety for child???

WASTING AWAY??





Rumour has it that Paul is doing poorly.  Makes me sad that does.  One hopes that he will soon be on his groceries.

AMERICA'S WORST TATTOOS??

Ever thought of having a little 'INK' done on bod?  One must be ever so careful as it can come back to haunt...

Friendship does not last forever, and not everyone wins...

WHAT DO MY SHOES SAY???

As always, there was an article in Daily Mail that got MOI to think.  Mind, always knew that shoes told much about a person, even did a blog on shoes last year...

SHOES HAVE CACHE - February 2011

My dears, this old geezer was out looking for bargains the other day when this post presented self.

I was in a shop looking for a smart shirt to add to collection of colourful shirts already had. Being a bit hard to spend cash, was in the mood for one that was 'on sale'. All of the colourful shirts seen were of a certain value and I did not want to part with so much cash to look smart. The lovely lady who worked in the shop was trying to get MOI to purchase something. Went so far as to tell that it was her mission to....

I told the lovely lady that I was but a 'poor, old geezer' and was in need of a mark down. This got the lovely lady to laugh rather loudly and tell that she just knew that was not the case. When I pressed the lovely lady to tell how she came to such an opinion, she told that it had everything to do with the shoes I was wearing.

To tell true, the shoes upon feet were not hand made, and did not come from a famous fashion house. Mind, there were a bit dear but not so dear that this old geezer had to fight self to open pocketbook to purchase.

You, the avid reader of me blog, know that I have bad bones. That I limp, is understatement. Given that I walk oddly, it is most important that my feet are well looked after. It simply would not do to not be able to walk due to poor foot care. So far as is known, the problem with me bones has not gone to me feet, and I would rather it did not. It follows that wearing good shoes would make the feet co-operate during my wanderings down the road. That the shoes are well made is a given but I never thought them to be of singular beauty...

Have oft heard lady friends bang on about their shoes. No clue why it was most important to purchase footwear that cost more than a house. Right, so I tend to colour the cost a bit, but is quite true that ladies do spent massive amounts on shoes.

Have met many coppers who tell that they tend to purchase shoes that cost a packet. Looks have nothing to do with, just the comfort of have feet pampered during long shifts.

You do see where I am going with this?

Getting back to the lovely lady in the shop.

No matter how hard I tried to convince the lovely lady that there was no massive pile of cash under bed, she was of the mind that it was not so. I pride self on trying to get bargains and was at complete loss with this lady. The bloody shoes had done me in.

I did not purchase anything. Not for lack of trying. A case of need not matching up with want. I have no doubt that I shall return to the shop in the future. It may well come to pass that I will find a shirt that begs to be added to me wardrobe. That remains to be seen. I do know that I will not wear me smart shoes on the next visit and might get lucky and the lovely lady will not remember from past visit.

If nothing else, I learned that me shoes added to me cachet. How grand is that?

Other clues are less obvious. Practical and functional shoes belong to agreeable people, ankle boots are worn by aggressive personalities and calm personalities wear uncomfortable looking shoes.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2158076/How-tell-good-sole-You-really-judge-person-shoes--need-look-else.html#ixzz1xcimOvQ8