Just a nice tranquil wrap things up day here in Kona. Sunny, warm. Perfect.
Breakfast early tomorrow morning. Then finish up packing, Off to the airport before noon. Back at the Asylum on Friday. (3 planes, 1 metro, 1 bus)
Gratitude
On my first Thanksgiving (2014) as a widow woman, I made this little gratitude list:
Air conditioning, turtles, good coffee, tangerines, dead tree newspapers, the chance to correct past mistakes, comfy shoes, new friends that take care of me, waves, sunshine, family be they ever so distant, dolphins, old friends that support me, kalua pig and cabbage, apple pie, avocados, swimming in the bay, indoor plumbing, whales, trashy novels, my gray cashmere shawl, naps, beer, chocolate…
And I am still grateful for all of these things.
While looking at November 2014, I found this interesting paragraph in the blog.
You know Carlton, the idea of moving out of Northern Virginia is starting to wander around my brain. Or getting a studio unit at the old lady’s asylum – so – I’ll have more travel money. Except for a nice comfy reading chair, I have everything spacewise that I need right here in this hotel room. But, we knew that all along. Where would I move? Honolulu, Portland, Seattle, Key Largo, Paris, Pago Pago?? Do I have to actually live anywhere?
This was when I wasn’t 2 months a widow. And, I hadn’t made the real commitment to move into the Asylum sooner not later. I really did take the “getting a studio unit” option.