Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Started out early at Costco to get the tires on Billy’s truck rotated. The Costco roosters were in fine form.
Then we went a little north to check out one of the lava tubes from the 1801 Huʻehuʻe flow from Hualalai. I would have been happier if I’d had proper footwear – hiking boots not worn out sandals – nevertheless we made it out unscathed.
Then – off looking for big waves. Didn’t find many. Good times.
Big ass waves may have shown up somewhere on our island. But, not in the bay. But, it was too choppy for my swimming pleasure. So, I stayed inside most of the morning – watching The Eddie – our occasional surf contest – on the computer. It hasn’t happened since December 2009. And, when it happens – it is sort of a state holiday. Think DC snow day.
Rumor has it that a large overweight very white tourist washed up on the hotel side beach. I am just as glad to have missed this event. The guy washed up after I took this photo. It would be hard to (but not impossible) to drown in that area. So, maybe, heart attack.
I thought about what to keep here in Kona, what to mail home, and what to take home on the plane/train. Don’t want to take much on the train. My “roomette” is 3.5 by 6.5 feet. More “ette” than “room”.
Oh, and The Eddie. It was worth the 7 year wait. One of the young guns won. But, the old guys (the oldest was 66) did good too. The waves were massive and gnarly. The wipeouts were spectacular. No one got hurt. Maybe the best Eddie ever.
Everything is all calm in the ocean today. Tomorrow, tomorrow might might be an entirely different ocean. “They” are going to try to run The Eddie tomorrow. It was supposed to happen on Feb 10 – but the waves arrived too late in the day. They either will or won’t arrive on time tomorrow. They will be big enough. The Eddie
Calm day today on land too. Coffee and ocean watching, walk, swim, breakfast, bank for train tip money, picked up a nice black cashmere sweater for 25cents at the thrift shop. Actually, I felt guilty – I paid them a dollar for it. Washed the sweater and put it out to dry. When you pay a dollar for a 25cent sweater – you really don’t take the “Dry Clean Only” tag very seriously! Read some, napped some, sat on the pier for a while. Calm and lazy day.
Tomorrow – I’ll spring into action – getting ready to take the Long Way Back. Think I’ll mail my camera lenses back. I might mail the camera too. Shamu the Phone takes OK pictures. And, photography out of a moving train isn’t very good any how.
I would love to mail the Airness too – but, I would only feel safe doing that if I removed the SSD. EVERYTHING is in the Airness. (It is backed up. I am old. Not that clueless yet.) Figure it is smartest to just tuck the AIrness in the backpack and tote it.
President The Donald. (Just testing) But, President Ted Cruz is actually scarier to me. Which is worse a bunch of angry white guys or a religious fanatic who missed the Establishment Clause?
Note to Carlton: After almost 3 years of not being able to read – my ability to read returned. And, I am happy to tell you that after 2+ years of leaving my (and since October 2014 your) finances sort of on autopilot, my financial management skills seem to have returned. Fortunately, nothing bad happened that I would have been able to prevent even if I had my A-game on. Ed took good care of your money. Clark didn’t do so good with his kuleana. And, the money that I took care of or rather ignored – survived OK. For three years, I subscribed to The WSJ for no apparent reason. But, I am getting back on my game.
Indeed, what’s not to love. So, why in world am I going back home to the asylum? Maybe I am suffering from global stupidity.
One week from today: My bags will be packed and I’ll be in my traveling togs.
It is time to plan my next Escape From The Asylum.
Good food last night. Or as our hostess said – ono kaukau. Which is kind of funny since “ono kaukau” is plantation pidgin for “good eats”. And one of the primary purposes of The Daughters of Hawai’i is “to preserve the nomenclature and correct pronunciation of the Hawaiian language.”
But, farbeit from me to bite the hand that feeds me. Never mind that I ended up washing dishes. Good pig and cabbage – I’ll help wash up. (Good brownies and good beer too)
About the state of politics – here in the US and yes – outside too. It seems to me that the human race has been taken stupid. And, our giant brain was our only evolutionary advantage. We humans are pretty pathetic. No fur, no claws, no sharp teeth, no horns, can not fly, not very fast… We are sort of soft and juicy. Imagine we would be pretty tasty when compared to say an anteater.
I guess the last time we went down this rat hole – was in the 500 – 1500AD range – The Dark Ages.
Instead of trying to stop global warming – we should be worried about global stupidity.
This brown booby has been fishing in the bay for a month or so. Chicks must be somewhere nearby. The brown booby is the only booby that crash dives into the water after fish. He/she caught one today. I would hate to be swimming by and have a huge bird crash in next to me!
Now, shall we amuse ourselves? If you were the Republican Party – and if The Donald were your presidential candidate. Who one earth would be Veep. Last time the Republicans ran a wildly unqualified person for president – they backed him up with the adult/experienced Dick Cheney. And, when John McCain looked a little old and boring they made things more interesting with She Who Must Not Be Mentioned. Who can they be thinking about as Veep? Mother Teresa is dead – never mind she wasn’t a citizen. Maybe one of the Kardasians? Are they citizens? Is this a great country or what?
MOJAVE, Calif., Feb 19 (Reuters) – Richard Branson‘s Virgin Galactic venture unveiled a new passenger spacecraft on Friday, nearly 16 months after a fatal accident destroyed its sister ship during a test flight over California’s Mojave Desert.
Yes, Peggy would go. What do I have to lose except my cookies? And, besides – do they really have to actually go? Couldn’t they fake the entire thing with a great virtual reality setup?
Note to Carlton: I miss your skinny ass. Life’s a journey – a good travel partner makes the trip worthwhile.
We finished off our adventure by polishing off a couple of plate lunches at Kawaihae. Grilled cheese and fries yesterday. 1/2 a chicken for lunch today. Better be careful or I’ll not fit in my jeans when I get back to the Old Bat Cave.
And today – The Donald attacks Apple. To recap this week: The Donald has attacked Pappa Bush, the Holy Father, and Apple Computer.
You know, nobody really wants to hear that you couldn’t sleep last night. So, you just muddle through. And, if you are like me – by 6PM the next day – your eyes are too tired to read. Time to crack open an audiobook.
I can not believe that I am living in a world where The Holy Father and The Donald get into a pissing contest. It is too depressing to think about The Donald. He couldn’t become president – could he?
Don’t you just hate it when you lose your glasses and find them on top of your head? Maybe I really am OLD.
I am sort of in denial about being OLD. My youngest son-in-law is going to be 55 soon. That is an old age wake up call.
The quilt is on it’s way to a new home. I feel good about that. At my OLD age – less is best. I will continue to use and enjoy my old quilts. The ones that I have had forever.
In his later years – Carlton tried to “avoid beginnings”. It is a concept that I am starting to appreciate. 20 years or more years ago, a dear older friend told me to just say “I don’t do that anymore”. Never mind if I never did it – if someone asks me to go skydiving – I can just say “I don’t do that anymore”.
Well, this is an interesting experiment. I am trying to do this post using the voice recognition and the iPad. I think it would be easier for someone like Carlton. Someone, Who had experience in dictating to a secretary.
I find it rather difficult I just don’t think in words I think in paper well actually I think with the keyboard. Because I have a hard time writing a letter or even a postcard I must let my fingers do my thinking.
But, as I get older options are good and maybe I’ll end up talking my blog not typing my blog. Gee, I wonder what will happen to my blog after I am dead? Speaking of dead, I am trying to be enthusiastic about returning to the asylum. Every week I read the newsletter of weekly events, and every week I hope to find some event that I would have liked to attend. I have not missed a single thing. I am so not interested in the activities at the asylum. I know it’s where I’m supposed to be. I know it’s a good place. I just never meant to be a little old lady. But, I R1? Ok voice recognition I are one.
Two weeks from today, at about this time, I’ll be getting ready to head off to the airport. Starting the adventure back to the asylum. And as soon as I get there, I will start planning my next escape.heck, I could start planning my escape right now!
Well, this is the end of the experiment
Nothing special today. But, even a nothing special day in Kona is pretty damn good.
I am at the “restless” period of my time in winter quarters. It always happens. It is too soon to start packing up. It is too late to make any long term plans or commitments. Everything that I was going to do should have been done.
May you live in interesting times.