I wonder if it is correct to call these babies “moorish idols”? Seem a little like calling Brazil Nuts – N-word Toes. I am surely not going to call it a Zanclus cornutus.
The ocean was a bit too murky when I went out for nice pictures. And I have been reluctant to swim out to my favorite snorkeling spot. I am not sure that I am strong enough. Hopefully, my confidence will return. I have been coming here for over 20 years and this is the first year that I have felt “less fit, less physically able” than the year before. It is not a good feeling. I shouldn’t surprise me. I am rapidly approaching the ¾ century mark. I should be damn grateful that the old equipment held up as well as it did for as long as it did.
Thinking back, I guess Carlton started cutting back some when he was in his early 70s. He went from playing tennis every day to every other day. He cut his one mile up a steep hill morning walk here in half. When he died at 79 he was by no means confined to a rocking chair – but he wasn’t the energizer bunny that he had been when he was a mere boy of 65.
Note to self. Deal with it. Nobody cares. You shouldn’t either.
I was smart enough to keep the flash forced off today.
I have a TV here, I could watch the news. Thinking about starting pool – when will The Orange Lord declare Martial Law? That would be something new for me. I know Japanese Americans who were interned durning WWII. I remember the House un-American Actives Committee. I remember Kent State and Bloody Sunday. But, I don’t remember Martial Law. It could happen boys and girls. It could happen.