Category: The DayBook

Went to the dentist this afternoon. I was underwhelmed by the dentist. The put me in the chair about on time. 65 minutes later the dentist makes an appearance. No “sorry for keeping you setting here for 65 minutes.”. By then I am pretty crabby and don’t have much good to say about the dentist.

After much fussing around he agrees that it is too late in the day to do anything – so he glued my tooth back in and told me to make another appointment to get it fixed. Methinks I’ll wait until I get back to Arlington to get it fixed.

Can you imagine anything more tiresome than a “President Santorum”? A “President Newt” wouldn’t be good for the country – but it would be damn interesting. And a “President Paul” would unite the Congress in a flash.

What does this mean for my 2012? The male black witch moth can have a 6 inch wing span. This one is a female – about 4 inch wing span. But still big.

In many cultures, one of these moths flying into the house is considered bad luck. A harbinger of death. Our moth didn’t actually come in. It stopped on our holiday wreath. What portends for 2012?

In Hawaii, Black Witch mythology, though associated with death, is happier.  The moth is an embodiment of the soul of a dead loved one returning to say goodbye. I just hope it wasn’t Carlton’s Mother!

Gotta stop messing with the gecko.

Started out 2012 by going for a 5 mile walk. Found a delightful cottage for sale. $895,000. 400 sq ft cottage. 10,000 sq ft lot on the ocean. I so don’t need a beach house. But, it is sweet. Maybe Carlton will buy it for me as a anniversary present. But, wait, I am trying to simplify my life. Ain’t nothing simple about a beach house. And, I could stay right here for 30 years for 895K.

Will 2012 end early because of the republicans or the mayans? I hope it is the Mayans. The Republicans will just grim us to death. The Mayans will take us out faster and with style.

My grocery store wants to be sure everyone has all the necessities required for New Year’s. BTW – the beer and booze isles are well stocked too.

Decided to checkout the 1% this morning. The 1% being Paul Allen. We think he is at his beach house. The beach house he uses for 2 weeks a year. He usually has one of his big ass yachts brought over and flies in on one of his planes. He used to have a 747. Don’t know what his “best” plane is these days. And, we haven’t seen his yachts this year. Just a Zodiac.

The beach house is on 10 acres. It is a gated estate inside a gated community. But, this is Hawaii. You can get pretty close one foot – after about a 2 mile walk. (Or you can swim by his private harbor.)

Today – I did the walk thing. As soon as I go in front of Mr Allen’s property, a very large security dude showed up. He spent much time talking on his radio about the “subject”. I was too chicken to take pictures. But, I sat down on the beach. The poor security dude had to stand about 10 feet away from me. Observing the “subject”.

I walked back out along the beach in front of the gated community. The gated community security guy came looking for me. He wanted to know if I was the “subject” who had upset Mr. Allen’s guards. Yep, that would be me.  Dangerous old haole woman, exercising my Hawaiian right to beach access.

Some of the dirt on Mr Allen’s real estate holdings.

 

The holiday theme is getting a little tiresome, don’t you think?

My tiny fridge is stuffed. It is too stuffed to defrost. Filled with cake, huge oranges, mammoth avocados, papaya etc. etc. Guess dinner will include a big old orange and some avocado.

‘Tis almost the new year. What to resolve?

Lazy Xmas Day. Will be going to have dinner with the resident Canadians in a couple of hours.

I got the Kindle back from Carlton. He finished Dracula. Said it was one of the best books he ever read.

Merry Christmas One and All.