Signs

Sign that it is time to move to the asylum.
Sign that it is time to move to the asylum.

I was washing sheets yesterday – and whoops a huge hole had appeared. And this is my last sheet. Well, I just put the hole on Carlton’s side of the bed. (Yep, it is still Carlton’s side. Always will be.) The asylum provides linens. (They wash them and make your bed – just like a hotel.) You don’t have to use them. But, why not? Especially when your last sheet has a big hole in it.

Sign it is time to get back to Hawai'i: My supply of Nori Komi Furikake is dangerously low.
Sign it is time to get back to Hawai’i.

My supply of Nori Komi Furikake is dangerously low. I am sure that someone sells Mishima nori komi furikake in this area – but – I haven’t a clue where. On the other hand, I know exactly where my fave furikake is at the KTA in Kona.

Today’s moving accomplishments:

Wrote a HUGE check to break the lease and pay the rent through Sep 25.

Packed up the little Denon system. It has a new home.

Decided that my WW2 army trunk – dented and painted blue will head off to Goodwill. Years ago I lined it with cedar. I moved the cedar to Carlton’s more stylish trunk and packed all the quilts in it.

And that is enough for one day.

Note to Carlton: RG3 seems to be out as QB. And, Gov Mandel (95) died. Google had a little Doodle honoring the US Open today.

 

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