Early this morning returing a coffee walk… There were a couple of cop cars outside the hotel – a not unheard at the Seaside. There was a news report of a stabbing at a westside hotel. So, figured that the Seaside was where it happened.
Came up to my room where I see a woman with a Marilyn Monroe complex in a pretty white slipdress with a train case talking to two cops just outside the hotel property. Hummm, she must be the problem. She looked a little like a working girl – but they are usually too savvy to get caught by the cops like that. They can be entrapped, but not busted for some “hotel” offense or the other. So, I figure she was just some silly girl who made a really bad choice man-wise. And, later I notice 3 overstuffed suitcases on the sidewalk as well.
Time passes. She is screaming into her phone. “You said you would be here 2 hours ago. Coming to get me has to me your highest priority today. He left at 3:30 yesterday and the hotel threw me out at 8AM…”
Another couple of hours pass. I am having lunch and notice a man stuffing all the luggage into a late model sedan. The girl is not in sight. I assume she was already in the car.
I hope she learned something from this little drama. Always have a viable Plan B girlfriend. I guess she had a Plan B – it was the guy who came and scooped her off the sidewalk. Sge needs a better Plan B.
Just a normal day today. Got lunch at the grocery and ate it at the beach. 3 guys surfing. 2 girls sunning. This wasn’t the best place to surf today – but it was the best place to eat lunch.
Girls sunning.
Thank you, Carlton for my new previously owned long slow lens.
Woke up this morning to a little rain and a pirate ship in the harbor. I have been in Kona almost 3 months – and this was the first “damp” day. I really don’t think I can call it a rainy day. It was just damp. And, a little drizzly.
I started thinking about “taxes”. I can either do my own taxes or pay someone big bucks to do it for me. I should get some backup for my tax preparation. As long as my brain works – I think I should do my own taxes. (Well, me and TurboTax) But, how will I know when I am no longer capable of doing my own taxes? And, it seems that it will take about as much work to get my stuff together for the CPA as doing my own taxes…
TurboTax and I did my taxes and Carlton’s taxes. And, Carlton checked them. I miss my checker. Come to think of it – Carlton checked everything. Me, not so much… I sort of wing it.
But, I did check on trains across America. The California Zephyr – which goes thru Colorado during the day – and the Sunset Limited – which just sound cool – are my candidates. The Empire Builder is the easiest. There is something to be said for “easiest”. Just get to Seattle. Take light rail from airport to train station. Planes arrive in the early AM and train leaves in late afternoon.
The Sunset Limited leaves from Los Angeles – you can get from the airport to the train station by public transit – but 3 or 4 transfers are required. The CZ – not sure how I would connect with it. Most likely go to Seattle and take a train to the Sacramento and join the Zephyr there.
Love the surf – waves not rideable – but photographable.Java Finches take on a dinner rollGecko
I am not very happy with any of these images… I think you can click on them and make them larger if you want to be critical.
Going back home – thinking about taking the train. Well from the coast. The Empire Builder can be joined in Portland or Seattle. The most scenic, California Zephyr, can be jumped on in Sacramento. Los Angeles is where you get the Sunset Limited. At my advanced age, I can get across country for about $225. But, it is not about the money. It is about the journey.
Totally exhausted today. Every muscle, but especially the legs, is complaining. I put myself into recovery mode today. NO exercising. NO fitness nonsense. No walking upstairs. Ignore the fitbit. Got 4 miles today – just doing normal stuff – going to the farm market and the grocery. That is enough. Let the old muscles rest. And, eat enough calories.
I have no sense. I must realize that I am an old woman. I don’t bounce back as quickly.
Carlton used to tell me to “slow down”. Nobody doesn’t that anymore. I need to be responsible for my own body. Think I am going to need to take tomorrow off too.
This one I planned.This one was taken from a bus window. Whatever happens is what I planned.
Note to Harlene – our ocean temperature is about 75° at this time of year. That is a little chilly for old ladies. So, I usually bundle up in my wetsuit. Besides – black is very slimming.
Glad that I am missing the blizzard that is expected at home. Never mind that I live in a full service old ladies asylum. And, they will worry about feeding me and keeping me cosy if the power goes off. I would much rather go swimming in our 75° ocean than in the asylum 82° indoor pool.
There was an old dove who lived in a slipper by the sea.
Just some fotos from this morning’s swim. Something to think about while you prepare for “end of life on the planet as we know it” blizzard.
Dactyloptena orientalis – Flying Gurnard
We found 3 or 4 flying gurnards in about 6 inches of water. They can spread those pectoral fins out in a most wonderful manner. But, these guys were just hanging out.
Billy, my snorkeling partner, dives to better hear the whales.
I, however, am sort of stuck on the surface – my wetsuit makes me too floaty to dive. But, I am warmer than Billy! And yes, we saw and heard whales today.
Looking for trouble.
Don’t think we are in any danger from the cruise ship.
No complaints about the quantity or variety of fish
And all this goodness is just across the street from my hotel. Now you know why I am not in the old bat cave waiting for the snow. I’ll do that when I get “old”. Yep, I am in denial about my advanced age.
This week’s “do something new”. I photographed a new butterfly and figured out that it is an Asian Swallowtail.
I can not say that I was out seeking butterflies. I was out on a “fitbit forced march”. When I saw a big black and white butterfly. Eventually, I realized I had my camera with me and I was able to snap an image before it moved out of range. This butterfly is common in southeast asia. And obviously, we have at least one in Hawai’i. But, none on the mainland.
Went for a chilly swim this morning. Took a few mediocre photos with the $99 camera. The saddle wrasse wanted to be in every picture.
Lined butterfly and camera happy saddle wrasse.
Big surf tomorrow??? Think we’ll not see big stuff over on this side of this island. Back home they are hyperventilating about monster snow coming on Friday.
A rather large front yard burial cistern.And a more normal size one.
In Samoa, one gets buried in a snazzy concrete cistern in the front yard. This leads me to believe that there are no real estate sales in American Samoa. Because, who is going to buy a house with someone else’s granny in the front yard. There wouldn’t be room for your own granny. Some folk are buried in what would be considered a “Carport” – in Samoa I guess they are called “Burialports”.
The Samoans seem to take being dead very seriously.
Some would say that I didn’t take Carlton’s death all that seriously. But, I didn’t take him all that seriously when he was alive either.
I presume that I’ll be getting Carlton’s ashes back from Georgetown this spring. What to do with Carlton then?
Sprinkle him around Hulihe’e Palace. Don’t ask – don’t tell. Carlton liked this. He just didn’t want to be in the ocean – because he gets seasick.
Let Georgetown put him in Mt Olivet. Carlton was OK with that.
See if I can find his DD214 and stash him in a Chock-Full-Nuts can in the mausoleum at Arlington. I think Carlton would be OK with this.
Turn him into a tree – but where – I don’t have a front yard?
Turn him into a diamond – no way!
Blast him off into space – Carlton would be seriously pissed at that waste of money. Heck, he would most likely come after my sorry ass.
And you know, it really doesn’t matter. Because – he will still be dead. And, I am not the kind of person who goes to visit the departed. Unless they are stashed somewhere really cool. Join Jim Morrison in Paris perhaps?
