It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas – Old Airport – This morning.
It is chilly. But no snow.
Starting to think about where to go for my next Adventure Before Alzheimers. I totally enjoyed Australia. Every part of Australia. And, several cities great huge bats. I love bats. Especially big bats.
Gecko and tasty cockroach. Today’s “wildlife” photography.
My floor here in the hotel is still closed. They did more carpet cleaning today. The village usually starts filling up late Christmas afternoon. And, I suppose occupancy at the hotel will also increase next week.
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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.
Happy to have a day off. No events, parties, meetings or greetings. Went over to get some supplies at Target – will not go to any store except the grocery until Dec 27.
“My” floor of the hotel is closed today. For carpet cleaning and some routine maintenance in the bathrooms. The water was off for about 4 hours. My bathroom got the maintenance – but – they agreed not to clean my carpet. The water is back on. But, I don’t think there is anybody except me on the floor tonight. The place reeks of carpet shampoo. The hotel asked if I wanted another room tonight. No thanks. My room smells fine.
Protesting a new USAF runway in Okinawa.
It is really hard to protest anything in Kona. Because there is no place to at. Guess the pier is as good as any place. The Coast Guard does pull up from time to pick up pizzas. And Customs also shows up every now and again to clear the occasional yacht.
Yesterday’s most interesting fish was a 4-foot eel. Today’s most interesting fish was a tiny little flounder. It is smaller than the palm of my hand.
tiny flounder
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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.
My hotel really knows how to party. The Xmas party was last night. There was lots of food. (See yesterday’s piggy.) And, I have left over prime rib and some veggies. I will turn that into some sort of steak salad for dinner. Maybe a couple of dinners.
Hotel Party – prize prizes
There are also a lot of presents and door prizes. Flat screen TV’s are the favorite door prizes. And, so are cases of toilet paper. In fact, when management realized a couple of years ago how popular cases of toilet paper actually were – now – everyone (well except me) gets a case of toilet paper.
Yesterday also included a walk, the monthly craft fair, Xmas concert at Carlton’s Palace and a boat parade. That’s why I was too tired (and over stuffed) to do much blog-wise last night.
And, today was Xmas Tea. After the tea, I was glad to jump in the ocean. Where I found a nice big old eel.
Big old moray eelEel all wrapped around itself.
After the eel got all curled up under a rock – we just stared at each other. I am very easily amused. He/she was about 4 foot long. So, there was lots of eel to hide!
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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.
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.
High School Canoe racing season is underway. It was pretty windy – which made for some rough water.
These girls just won their heat.
The boys hopped on to hold the canoe for the next set of paddlers.
Just another lazy day. I didn’t go swimming. The wind made it too choppy to be fun. Made a stack of origami fish instead.
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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.
No new pictures today. I took a new friend out snorkeling today and I wanted to be sure that I paid 100% attention to her. So, the camera stayed home. She is a 50 something widow lady. And a diver. So all she needed was someone to show her where to go. But, I still felt responsible – since she had never been in the ocean in Hawai’i. The fish were all there. It was like swimming in an aquarium. She was happy.
But, I still have photos from last February in Austrailia. Melbourne was crazy for wall art. Graffiti some would call it. But, I loved it.
And, this is not my blood pressure – it is my net worth. Party like it is 1929!
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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.
A different Moorish Idol schoolThe ever available Yellow TangIt is great to be able to swim around with all these fine critters.
The last one is rather large. Make me happy click on it for the larger version.
It is damp and chilly this evening. But what should we expect, Xmas is 12 days away. Maybe I’ll have soup for dinner. Put on my long sleeve t-shirt. Drink hot cocoa.
A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD
Choices. The orthopedic doc says to take diclofenac when my over the counter NSAID of choice fails. The primary care doc – says not so fast – both of those are bad for your blood pressure and GI tract. Avoid both.
I have been following the primary care doc’s guidance for the last year and the result is ever increasing pain which is impacting my quality of life. So, choice made. I will take my chances with heart attacks and GI bleeds in exchange for less pain and more sleep. Sorry, but Tynelol didn’t hack it.
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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.
Popped my head up to see a girl and her dog paddle boarding by.
Another nice day. Walking, yoga, swimming, napping, reading.
A river of lavender tangs. AKA brown surgeonfish.
Today’s Xmas Parade photo is of a kid who got out of the ocean to watch the parade. I think this image illustrates how cool it is to grow up in Hawai’i.
2018 Xmas Parade
Now, I hear Tahitian drumming. Think I should go investigate.
A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD
Gratitude – that old platitude that Carlton used to push on me – it seems to play an important role in old age. Today, someone online was upset because they had no one to go to the doctor with them. And, when you are old going to the doctor can be very scary. We are talking potential major system failures there.
I am grateful that at least a dozen people would go to a scary doctor’s appointment with me. And, most of them would even drive me there.
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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.
The Roller Derby Chicks! Spreading joy and mayhem.
Another regular group in our Christmas Parade – The Roller Derby Ladies.
Just a sweet lazy but active day: Walk and breakfast with Billy, then a little uphill walking for my cardio, then some yoga, a nice swim, and finally a soak/bath. Great luxury for me – a bath. Since I don’t have a bathtub back at the asylum. Finally, work on 2018 photos a bit and a little rest. Next stop: Dinner. Maybe turkey sandwich with an avocado salad roll. That should go nicely with a Guinness. Hey, I know it’s a tough life. And I am damn grateful to be enjoying every second of it.
“My” Moorish Idol School
Found “my” little Moorish Idols again today. I’d say they are about 1/3 grown. When they get bigger they will leave the school and pair up for life.
Checking on the boats. Don’t want to get run over. That would ruin an otherwise fine day!
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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.
Being blind isn’t an excuse to not be in our parade.
And, I always think it is kinda funny that the blind folk are always at the front. Do they really care if it is light or not?
Today was chore day here in the 808. Defrost fridge, do laundry, restock fridge, clean up my room. That sort of thing.
Then I got the bright idea that I should cull some photos. Being my own worst enemy – I accidentally deleted the ones I meant to keep. I had a backup but still. Made me feel stupid and careless.
And, for now, I have deployed the “classic” WordPress editor. I’ll phase into the new improved one.
Lots and lots of kids.
Not all of the kids seem real happy to be in the parade. Maybe they would like to be scooping up the candy.
A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD
There comes a time when “Will Last A Lifetime” isn’t such a hot great sales pitch. I think I am there.
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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.
Early this morning, I saw half a dozen dolphin boats out my window – so – grabbed the big camera and went down to see what was happening.
The dolphins were very close in. But, there were lots of boats. And, at the end of my swim yesterday I helped a visitor who was in some difficulty back to the pier. Nothing dramatic or heroic – she was just frightened by the current that the cruise ship tenders kicked up. And, so wouldn’t believe me that the way back to shore was not by getting closer to the seawall – but to leave the “safety” of the wall and swim back out into the ocean and then swim towards the pier. And, to time it all with the comings and goings of the tenders. I didn’t put myself or her in any danger – but I did use up a lot of energy. So, I watched the dolphins from the end of the pier.
Dolphins right by Carlton’s final destination.
The dolphins put on a fine show right where Carlton “rests”. Feel sure that he was pleased. And, I know that he was pleased that I wasn’t out swimming around. Chasing dolphins and not paying 100% attention to my location in relation to the boats etc.
Yesterday was the Xmas Parade. As usual, it was great. Read in the paper the other day the Hawai’i was rated last in the country for Christmas spirit. They were counting things like gingerbread houses, trees sold, yard decorations. Well, never mind that a large percentage of the population isn’t Jewish or Christian, electric rates are out of sight, trees have to come in from Washington on barges, and it is hot… But, Hawai’i has great Xmas Parades. And, the smaller the community – the funkier the parade.
So, for the next couple of days – there will be parade pictures.
Zumba
Doesn’t men doing Zumba get you into the Holiday Spirit(s)?
Coqui Frog Exterminator
But this guy, he was my very favorite 2018 Kailua-Kona Christmas Parade float. Your friendly neighborhood Frog Exterminator. He wasn’t passing our candy! But, he was making coqui frog sounds.
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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.
New version of WordPress in the house. It has a very different editor. There is an option to use the old editor for the next year. I may take that option. I am always glad when a new version doesn’t do any damage. I backed the blog up – just in case.
The knee-deep part of the ocean was busy when I went out – but – by the time I got out to 6 feet or so – there was lots of room. So, I spent some up close time with this big porcupine fish.
porcupine fish
If you scare or annoy these bad boys they puff themselves up into a perfectly round ball. But, I wasn’t scary enough.
Christmas parade tonight. Well, in 15 minutes. So, guess I should get cracking.
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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.
