Author: Peg

These are the scary ladies of The Kaahumanu Society. They had their mojo going. It was cloudy. Which must have made the black outfits, circa 1820, more comfy.

Next two days, getting ready to go home.

This is Mitch, our resident one legged pigeon. He frequently watches me do yoga.

Today was not good for me. Fear and worry. But I did my 5 mile walk, and my yoga, and my swim. And, so far, I have stayed on my diet. Me eating a kitkat bar will not help Carlton. Nor will buying black ballet flats. I did get the kindle and audible versions of The Fellowship of the Rings.

Carlton is dealing better than I am. Enough already. I am grateful for the last two months. Very grateful.

When we arrived, Mr C announced that he wanted spam musubi for lunch everyday.

This would be rice, spam and seaweed. Not exactly heathy or diet food, but good local junk food.

Appointment with big cancer doc on March 25. That is soonest possible.

Still worried about Mr C. I guess that is all part of remission. He has developed a worrisome area on his chest. I am hoping that he is just having delayed radiation burn exacerbated by sun exposure. Or not.

We have enjoyed our two months of grace. No more about this until he sees one of his doctors.

We celebrated today with KTA donuts. IMHO they are the best donuts on the planet. Carlton had a couple. I had half a donut. I also got a new pencil skirt at the thrift shop. It doesn’t have much wiggle room. The skirt will be my diet monitor.

The VaVa II is still here. We found out today that it has TWO jets parked at the airport.

I had successfully ignored Carlton’s health for two months. This afternoon, little tendrils of fear began to creep back into my brain. Drat. Drat. Drat. Think positive.

The VaVa II is still here. I am sort of thinking she will leave tomorrow when the trashy Pride of America arrives with 3,000 over sized passengers.

The VaVa is parked in plain view of what I call “the rich people’s houses”. It is a gated community of houses that are rented as vacation places at $1,000 plus per day. I suspect the only reason people rent them is to sit on their rented lanai and feel superior. And it is hard to feel superior when you are looking at a hundred million dollar boat, helicopter extra. And, this being Hawaii, people like me can and do walk right in front of the houses. Gated doesn’t get you much in Kona.

This has got to stop. Today I found myself looking at running shoes. I came right home and had a nice ice coffee from Starbucks. I am too old to turn into a jock.

The VaVa II is still parked in the bay. She has unleashed two snazzy zodiac, a 50 foot launch and the helicopter.

Nice sunny day. Much talk on our tv right now about Crimea, one thing about being in the tropics – one doesn’t really care about current affairs.

My blog host account is running out of space. Hopefully, it will hold up until I get back home. And either dump some things or get more space.

Most important thing when we get back is to start the quest for a suitable “rock and roll retirement” home for us. No 1950s Marriott decor in the lobby, no elevator music in the elevator, my dinner must not be at 5 PM, and no bingo.

The VaVa II is still hanging around. It’s helicopter went for a little fly about. Carlton said they took an entire commercial dumpster of trash off this afternoon. Might make for some first class dumpster diving.

Today is my birthday. I never planned on being 70. But here I am.

The rich are different, very different. The VaVa II anchored in our bay yesterday. 97 meters of ocean going goodness. It was launched in 2012 and this is her first visit to Hawaiian waters.

The sun peaked out today and the rain stayed away… And, the dolphins came out to play.

This guy is actually teaching a hula group. We have water aerobics and water walking. Also, water hula.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining, but it rained all day yesterday and most of today. And, the ocean is choppy and unpleasant. That does not keep Mr. C out of the sea, but I stayed out.

Most likely I have put this sign up before. I love the idea of a gluten free boarding pass.

Yes, in 17 days we will be back in exciting downtown Arlington. I am going to enjoy every last instant of sun, sea and warm.