I still have a cold. It morphed into laryngitis.

 I can not even talk to my company. 

There really isn’t anything else to report.

. . . 


Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.
H.L. Menchen In Defense of Women (1918)

 

Still have my cold…

74 is the new almost 75

Still have my cold – but that isn’t stopping fun in the sun. 

Today the wild and crazy old women went for a bus ride and a little dip in the ocean. After all of that excitement – it was nap time.

. . . 

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.

REVENGE OF THE SITH

From Carlton, I learned to always pick up pennies. What, you are so rich that you can not bend over and pick up a penny? So, I pick up pennies. And, nickels, dimes, whatever. Here in Kona, it is not uncommon to pick up foreign coins. I always figure that the Goddess is giving me travel nudges and trip suggestions.  

So, when I saw a big aluminum looking disc on the sidewalk, I pick it up and bring it home. Upon inspection, it is a medallion from a Starwars film. Revenge of the Sith to be exact.  

Wondering what is the Goddess trying to tell me this time? 

. . . 

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.

Company Made It.

Carol, visits from The Asylum.

Friend Carol made the long trek from the Asylum to Kona. 29° and snowing at The Asylum. 71° and partly cloudy in Kona. No wonder she is smiling after 14 hours in transit.

Poi cleanup in aisle 12. Only in Hawai’i.
. . . 

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.

 

It’s Aloha Friday!

Yesterday: Suitcases. Today: Canoes

I was out for my early morning walkabout and the paddlers were already back from their dawn patrol. 

I got totally bored enjoying poor health – so I declared myself good to go. Went out for a small swim with just googles and wetsuit. No mask, fins etc. I managed to inhale enough ocean water to power wash my sinuses. Guess that was part of my treatment. 

Got an invitation to a wedding from one of Carlton’s old friends. June 1 in Honolulu. Another excuse to travel! 

Computer: What is the temperature in Fairbanks? Right now in Fairbanks, Alaska it is MINUS 35 degrees. Tonight expect a low of MINUS 39 degrees. 

OK. How many times do I have to do that to validate my Arctic Adventure bail? 

A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD

I have been taking 1,800 mg of ibuprofen for the last 3 days for my cold symptoms. And, my legs are better than they have been in a year. A year ago, a friend ended up in the ICU with a major GI bleed from taking too many ibuprofens. I got scared and stopped using NSAIDs. Which made my primary care doctor very happy since I never do what she tells me to do to ensure a long life. 

Well, I am going to rethink this decision. I am risking GI bleeding, renal failure and cardiac arrest. The operative word being  RISK. My REWARD is legs that work. Pretty sure about the risk/reward ratio here. Nobody gets out alive.


. . . 

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 Recovery Day.

INCOMING

From the looks of the hotel lobby, a whole bunch of Japanese kids are going to arrive. 

I am enjoying poor health again today. I am not feeling worse – so can feeling better be far behind?

I walked up to Honl’s this morning.

This was my exercise today. Well, and 15 minutes of yoga. According to Shamu the Phone I walked 2.79 miles today. But, I didn’t go swim. I didn’t want to get chilly.

Traditional Pinwheel.

So, I played with  a new origami model. 

The country remains under the evil thrall of the Orange Lord. 

. . . 

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.

Taking a Sick Day Today.

Sunset after dinner yesterday

I am enjoying poor health today. According to Shamu the Phone – and backup fitness tracker – I have walked 2.25 miles. 6226 steps. One thing about using the phone is that I don’t get credit for aimlessly wandering around the room. 

As far as colds and sinus infections go – this one isn’t too bad. Hope it continues to not be too bad. But, there is really nothing that I can do about it. So, I’ll not worry.  But, I can still hope for the best.

Another shot from last night’s sunset.
A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD

Eight women have died at The Asylum in the last 4 weeks.
Just another reminder that no one gets out alive.


. . . 

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.

Strange and not very wonderful day.

Same palm tree different day.

Day started just like yesterday. Billy and I sitting on our picnic table waiting for sunrise. Billy is drinking coffee, but I forgot mine. That should have been a sign. But we did see a pod of dolphins swimming south while an eagle ray skimmed along the surface in the shallows.

Later in the morning, I got an email from Fitbit telling me how much I walked last year. That pleased me.

Fine Avocado.

Checked my avocado to see if it was ready for lunch. Nope. So, it was an avocado-free sandwich.

Then I noticed – my Fitbit was dead.

After 5 years. It died.

I loved that silly thing. It was a retail therapy purchase when Carlton was sick and we were pretending that he was “fine”. It was my oldest piece of technology. You can still buy them. I knee jerk started to order a replacement, but I got annoyed with fitbit’s ordering system. So, I am just going to try using my phone.

I have company from The Asylum arriving Saturday. And, I am getting a cold. I hope that it is a quick one!

The final insult will be The Orange Lord who will be “addressing the nation” in 28 minutes. I will watch. I suppose that he will announce that he will declare an emergency and direct the military to build his damn wall. To mind comes: Hadrian’s Wall, the Great Wall of China, The Maginot Line, The Berlin Wall. Don’t recall that any of them were great successes. But, that is just me. I am not one of the Orange Lord’s Devoted Followers. Or he may wait and do it on Thursday when he “goes to the border”.

. . . 

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.

Lazy Day

Old Airport Beach

Nothing happening here in the middle of the Pacific. Which is OK. 

Billy and I went on a little trip up the coast to look for whales. We caught a couple of fleeting glances at a couple of whales; declared victory and came back.

Then I went for a little swim. No interesting fish.

A fine day. Very fine.

. . . 

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.

 

Sunday

 

A different view of the fish

I am amazed at how many people listened to Carlton’s AA talk. He was good at it. And when he was about my current age, he stopped public speaking. He felt that he was losing his edge and that the odd “well, like, you know” pick the filler of your choice – might creep into his performance. And for him, it was a performance. He was on stage and he loved it. Same with his park service talks. 

I have well and truly given up the Alaska Adventure. Just too cold for this old woman.  Enter Plan B:

  • Kona to LA 
  • LA to New Orleans via the Sunset Limited – a train that I haven’t taken.
  • 4 nights but only 2 days in New Orleans – Mardi Gras is March 5. 
  • New Orleans to Alexandria via the Crescent – another train I haven’t ridden. 

Not the Grand Adventure that the Arctic Circle would have been. But much more suitable for my wardrobe. 

2 java sparrows, 1 saffron finch and a cookie.

 

. . . 

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.

5 years as Carlton’s Last Wife.

Even cake couldn’t make me happy about getting married!

Getting married was 100% Carlton’s idea. Notice the smug look on his face. 

That was 25 years ago today. 

Carlton – first winter in Hawaii – Waimea Canyon on Kauai

To appease me, Carlton grudgingly came to Hawai’i as a “honeymoon”. Nevermind that we had been living together for 14 years. Carlton ended up loving Hawai’i and he returned every winter. And, here he remains.  

Today is also Carlton’s 46 AA anniversary. To him, that was the important anniversary. And, to me too. Because without AA, there would have been no Carlton. 

So, in case any of Carlton’s old AA buddies still check this page – or if you are just curious, I leave you with: Carlton’s 1996 AA Talk Xmas at the Alexandria Men’s Home. 

. . . 

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.

 

Aloha Friday

Another Day – Another Swim

Big event today: Laundry. It was either do laundry or go buy more undies.  Figured that the mature thing to do would be to do laundry. 

Lagoon Triggerfish – that was the best I could manage today.

No great or even good fish pictures today. 

Found a forgotten vintage Sci Fi book in my Kindle today. City by Clifford Simak. It is more or less a collection of short stories written between 1943 and 1952. The human race didn’t end well. Dogs end up running the world. And the way you know it is science FICTION is: cats will really end up running the world. 

A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD

The local paper reported the death of a 94-year-old man at Kahaluu Beach. Apparently, he was swimming and had a general system failure. Other than distressing any onlookers, I think that would be a fine way to exit.


I was having third thoughts about my second thoughts about the Arctic. “Computer, what is the temperature in Fairbanks”. “The current temperature in Fairbanks is MINUS 28°”. Time for a Plan B adventure. 

 . . . 

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.