My Day Off

First thing I saw this morning when I headed out to get a paper is this nice fat roach. Earlier this week I found one in my bathroom. Also dead. Makes you sort of wonder what sort of stuff they spray around here to make those big guys dead. Chemicals or monster live roaches?

After picking up my paper, I stroll around the luau grounds. And, I spy this fine pua’a getting ready to go into the imu. Actually, I think he will be dinner for some other luau. The timing is such that the piggie can not get from the imu to the buffet line. A bunch of turkey also went into the imu. Guess they are laying in turkey for the Thanksgiving luau. I sort of have a “on your backside” theme going here. So..

So, I’ll end this on your back series with a young woman taking in the sun.

How did my “day off” go. It went great. I only walked 3.75 miles. My FitBit keeps trying to get me to walk some more. But, I refuse to be ordered around by a Lifesaver sized chunk of pink plastic. Well, at least today. Tomorrow, I’ll be I good little FitBit slave.

I wandered down to MickyD’s for an Egg McMuffin. I adore Egg McMuffins. That is sort of my dirty little secret. (Carlton’s dirty little secret was his love of Janet Evanovich books.) I indulged myself with an Egg McMuffin and a “senior” coffee. The cashier tried to talk me out of the $4.25 Egg McMuffin – the Sausage McMuffin was on sale for a buck. But nope. I insisted that I wanted the four times more expensive traditional version.

Next, I stop in the thrift shop where I left off Carlton’s snorkel gear on Monday. Four masks and three snorkels. They were gone already. So were his rubber booties. So, all that stuff has been put to good use. I’ll take all of his “slippahs” – that is flipflops to you mainlanders – and leave them where the homeless can upgrade their footwear. Then one more trip to the thrift shop and I will have taken care of all of Carlton’s Hawai’i stuff.

And, I never leave a thrift shop empty handed. I bought a nice orange silk glasses case with a funky frog clip. A dollar.

I read, went for a nice leisurely swim, talked to Gunther – the widower that the hotel put in the room next to mine. Gunther and his wife Helga came here for 4 weeks just before Christmas for years. A couple of years ago, Helga died of some fast moving cancer – but Gunther – like me – returns. My day off was so fine that I intend to take every Thursday off.

And I sat on the seawall – where I found a fine honu.