Someone always has better gear! Even underwater.
I realized today that this is the one year anniversary of Carlton’s final disposition. While eating lunch on my lanai, I reflected on our long goodbye.
The wheels fell off on Dec 1, 2012 when Carlton came home from a night gig and said – you know that little bump on my chest… That began 22 months of constant worry – on my part at least – until Oct 3, 2014 when he died. Then for the next 16 months or so he was at Georgetown Medical School doing his job as a cadaver. After that his ashes were a plinth for favorite pair of froufrou shoes for another 6 months and finally he flew back to Hawai’i wrapped up in my wetsuit in a flat rate shipping box to be deposited over the edge of the seawall at GPS coordinates
19°38’21” N 155°59’40” W
I am grateful for those last awful 22 months. He did everything he could to be sure I would be OK. And OK I am. Thank you, Carlton. a hui hou, malama pono.
But, today was not only about reflecting on Carlton. It was about the ocean and swimming.
Got a nice picture of the saddle wrasse. They are curious little fish and are easy to photograph.
Not so, the pink tail trigger fish. Their coloration is hard to photograph and they don’t stand and pose. But, these are the best fish shots of the day.
Dinner time: what to make? Maybe a sandwich. Nothing wrong with a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Not up to the standards at the Asylum. I am not at all sure that I am up to the standards at the Asylum either. And, there is always Mac and Cheese – choices. A good thing.