Dolphins!

Spinner Dolphins Today

Early this morning, I saw half a dozen dolphin boats out my window – so – grabbed the big camera and went down to see what was happening.

The dolphins were very close in. But, there were lots of boats. And, at the end of my swim yesterday I helped a visitor who was in some difficulty back to the pier. Nothing dramatic or heroic – she was just frightened by the current that the cruise ship tenders kicked up. And, so wouldn’t believe me that the way back to shore was not by getting closer to the seawall – but to leave the “safety” of the wall and swim back out into the ocean and then swim towards the pier. And, to time it all with the comings and goings of the tenders. I didn’t put myself or her in any danger – but I did use up a lot of energy.  So, I watched the dolphins from the end of the pier.

Dolphins right by Carlton’s final destination.

The dolphins put on a fine show right where Carlton “rests”. Feel sure that he was pleased. And, I know that he was pleased that I wasn’t out swimming around. Chasing dolphins and not paying 100% attention to my location  in relation to the boats etc. 

Yesterday was the Xmas Parade. As usual, it was great. Read in the paper the other day the Hawai’i was rated last in the country for Christmas spirit. They were counting things like gingerbread houses, trees sold, yard decorations. Well, never mind that a large percentage of the population isn’t Jewish or Christian, electric rates are out of sight, trees have to come in from Washington on barges, and it is hot… But, Hawai’i has great Xmas Parades. And, the smaller the community – the funkier the parade.

So, for the next couple of days – there will be parade pictures.

Zumba

Doesn’t men doing Zumba get you into the Holiday Spirit(s)?

Coqui Frog Exterminator

But this guy, he was my very favorite 2018 Kailua-Kona Christmas Parade float. Your friendly neighborhood Frog Exterminator. He wasn’t passing our candy! But, he was making coqui frog sounds. 

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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Busy Day in the Ocean

Lots of people –

New version of WordPress in the house. It has a very different editor. There is an option to use the old editor for the next year. I may take that option. I am always glad when a new version doesn’t do any damage. I backed the blog up – just in case.

The knee-deep part of the ocean was busy when I went out – but – by the time I got out to 6 feet or so – there was lots of room. So, I spent some up close time with this big porcupine fish. 

porcupine fish

If you scare or annoy these bad boys they puff themselves up into a perfectly round ball. But, I wasn’t scary enough. 

Christmas parade tonight. Well, in 15 minutes. So, guess I should get cracking. 

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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Carrot cake, taro chips, coffee

Halema‘uma‘u crater Volcano NP

Carrot cake, taro chips, and coffee. That’s a nice healthy lunch, right? 

Billy and I went on a road trip today to Volcano NP.  At the Entrance Station (that will be $25 please  –  thank you vintage “Golden Age Pass) there was a sign saying there was no “red lava” anywhere in the Park or on the Island. Well, we knew that – that was why we were there. But apparently, the word hasn’t gotten out that for the first time in 35 years – there is no molten lava on the surface. 

Volcano NP is a world apart. It is cold, damp, windy. But, wonderful. If you remember to wear all the clothes you own. We just checked out the Park. We did not go look at the new flows and all the destruction. The residents of that area don’t need gawkers.  

The Park Service has a simple 7-minute video that sums up the most recent eruption phase. October 2018 Kīlauea Eruption Update

Volcano is 90 miles away from Kailua Kona. So, it is an all-day trek. Normal folk wouldn’t spend all day going to see if a 200-foot deep hole in the ground really became a 1,000 foot deep hole in the ground. But, it was about the journey not the destination. 

And the underlying message to me was “do it now”. The volcano had been erupting for 35 years. With splashy flows into the ocean and a wonderful lava lake that you could – more or less – drive right up to. So, I wonder: how many people came to Big Island last year and said: “I’ll check out the volcano next trip”? 

Tree Fern – Volcano NP

A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD

So, in the spirit of “do it now”,  thanks to all of you for checking out the blog from time to time. I do the blog for me.  It is a diary. But, I am honored that anyone takes the time to check up on what the old bat is thinking today. 


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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Small

Tiny ‘a’ama crab

This is the smallest ‘a’ama crab that I have seen. It is standing in my foot print and is smaller than my thumbnail. It could easily have been a modest size spider. 

‘a’ama crab

Here is a bigger one. Usually, the ones I see are about as big as my fist.

Just another lazy day in the middle of the ocean. Walk, breakfast, walk, swim, nap, read…

A river of yellow tangs from today’s swim.

and 

school of origami angelfish

This is a simple model. I just learned it this year. For the last 40 some years, Origami USA decorates an Xmas tree at the Museum of Natural History in NYC. This year it was decorated with sea creatures. I made some of these for the tree. 

This year’s tree

These could be mine. Or not.

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On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

First, cleanup the card table.

    My card table needs a decluttering intervention.

Second: Watch George Herbert Walker Bush’s going away party. It was good. We don’t do this kind of stuff as good as the Brits – but we are pretty good at it. Everyone did good. The Orange Lord was on his best behavior. Sort of like a pouty ten year old. It must have been the longest 2 hours of his reign. 

Third: Go out for a walk and play wildlife photographer. You all know how bad I am at that. 

bottlenose dolphins

Dolphins off the end of the pier. They all seemed to be bottlenose and they were just lazing around – no jumping allowed.

Cute little turtle.

And the little turtle that has been hanging around since I have been here was also swimming by the pier.

cattle egret

Then I had to mess around with a cattle egret image.

The rest of the day I just wasted.

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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

 

Tuesday

pink tailed trigger fish

Got a nice shot of my current favorite fish today. Had a fine long swim. I planned on keeping just one shot from today’s swim. But, I rather like this little damselfish with the broken urchin shell.

bright-eye damselfish

A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD


OK,  boys and girls. Even this hard ass old bat admits that this is a touching photo. And, it says worlds about these two men as compared to the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. It is a great image.

But, it makes me ask why the fuck would I want to live to 95 if that is how I am going to end up. Just because medical science can keep me alive doesn’t mean it should. If I make another 20 years I’ll be 95 like Senator Dole. Doubt that I’m in for the long haul.

Nobody is promised tomorrow. Laissez les bons temps rouler.


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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

 

Monday

sunset – kailua pier – yesterday

This morning I became obsessed with the idea of “Trump Presidential Library”. Guess that is because the TV mentioned that Bush Sr would be buried at his library. And, since I don’t consider the Orange Lord President – it just never occurred to me that that man would have a Presidential anything especially a “library”.

Another nothing special snorkel day. So, let’s look at Cornetfish. I see cornetfish every time I go out. If I go on the left side of the pier I see the regular ones. 

Blue Spotted Cornetfish – from today

But, on the other side of the pier, the cornetfish are usually yellow.

Yellow version of the blue spotted cornetfish – from yesterday

I don’t think anyone knows why some are yellow. Most are grayish with vague blue spots.

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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Where the seals weren’t.

where the seals were not.

Billy wanted to go look for seals before he went to work. So, we looked. Didn’t find any seals. But, we did find this rock graffiti. 

not very respectful. but funny.

Came back to town. Had breakfast. Billy went to work and I went snorkeling.

Not fish pictures that were keepers today. But, I still have fish.

potential xmas origami

The biggest fish is made with wicked unforgiving paper. But, the papers are elegant. The mid size fish is made with a forgiving paper but I think I will need to press it into holding shape here with all the humidity. The tiny one is, well, tiny and doesn’t make much of a statement. Also tiny is harder for my elderly eyes and hands. I think it will be fish this year. 

A little reflection on Being old

granny in her panties closing in on 75


When you get old strange things happen to your body. You get lumpy. At least I did.  And the f-ing lumps aren’t even symmetrical.  It should not matter. Because lots worse things are in store for the old body ( and brain).  But it does. A little. It’s not like I am picking up men and bringing them up to my room. (and no dear asylum sisters – I don’t always wear thongs. Sometimes I wear regulation granny panties!)


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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Another fishy day.

Lazy Saturday – no boats in “my” part of the ocean today.

Sorry, all about fish again today. But, the ocean is why I come here every winter. 

Today was “make dinner using real ingredients” day. I made rice, turkey, Brussel sprouts and  avocado and tomato salad,  Eating dinner on my lanai I decided that I don’t miss the Asylum at all. Not even the food, which is really good. Not to mention free wine nights.

And, I don’t miss the activities for sure.

This is what I am missing today and tomorrow back at the Asylum.

But I do miss my friends. And, that is wonderful. Because the Asylum Sisters turned the Asylum into my home. 

Back to my fish. I found the usual suspects.

Four Spot Butterflyfish

And a big old eel. The picture isn’t very good – but it is the first eel I found this year.

White mouth moray eel

And when I was swimming back in a turtle came by swimming out. There are some cave like structures near by the turtles like to sleep in.

turtle

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Fish for Friday

The local glass bottom boat.

Wiggled into my wetsuit and went out to see some fish. The glass bottom boat had the same idea. It actually hangs around “my” area. But, I can hear it. And, when we are in the same area I make a point of waving at the Captain and hustling off nearer the rocks. 

male bird wrasse

A nice big gaudy male bird wrasse. Actually the female looks more bird like. But, there were no ladies around. And, wrasses are like parrotfish. They start out as females and then becomes males.

pink tailed trigger fish

I have a hard time getting a nice photo of this pretty trigger fish. In years past, there were not too many around. But, I see several every time I go out this year. Will try again next time for a better picture.

Female Hawaiian spotted box fish.

This is a tiny fish. It doesn’t puff itself up. It has a skeleton that is sort of boxy. It is possible that these fish also change sex. All juveniles look like females. But, no ones knows if the are all actually females. And, it doesn’t much matter now does it?

Getting hungry. Went out for dinner yesterday. So, I should dine at home tonight. A nuked sweet potato and a sausage patty or two. That should do the trick. If I were back at The Asylum I could have a small filet with that nuked sweet potato since it is Friday and Petite Filet is always the Friday Night Special. 

Guess what? I have already used up 25% of my time here in Kona. 

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Little Planes at the Old Airport

The man who dies with the most planes wins.

Billy hauled my sorry old ass out to the Old Airport this morning for a walk. But wait – there were planes on the runway. Little planes. But still planes. This are “low end” electric remote controlled planes. All but one are made out of ordinary styrofoam. One is the product of a $200 3D printer. 

Maybe some day I’ll take the real camera over and take pictures of the little planes flying around. 

Feeling old agin today. But, I still did a little walking, a little yoga, and a little swimming. My project this winter is to learn how to be old. Because this is the first time that I have felt physically diminished. Guess I am actually really grateful that I made it to my mid 70’s with a fully functional body. Now, my body and I have issues. I say “Body, let’s do this” and the Body says “I don’t think so”.

Went for a little swim and got some fish photos. 

Lovely Red Lipped Parrotfish.

“My” Moorish Idol School.

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.

Love the new improved air.

Started out at the Old Airport.

Billy got back from the mainland so we spent the morning doing our usual knock around stuff. 

Hanging out at the Old Kona Surf.

We stopped at the Kona Surf – were we sat on a bench and just watched the ocean. Hey, it’s a big ocean and it needs a lot of watching. We saw whales. Well, a couple of tails and a bunch of blows. But that was the first sign of whales for either of us this season.

The air is just great. It is just air. Plain old air. Air without a goodly dose of sulphur dioxide. An entire generation of children have grown up here not knowing that the air could be like this. Sorry that Carlton missed it. 

By noon I was back home and the ocean looked pretty good from my lanai, so

How could I not go swim over and say howdy to Carlton?

Great little 30 minute swim. When I was coming back in, my new best friends – the little school of moorish idols were waiting.

“My” school of Moorish Idols

I even made a little 10 second video of them with my $99 underwater camera.

At my age, days don’t get any better than today. Thank you.

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen,  Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.