Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
That is a really good start for a Hawaiian Holiday Season.
Went to our annual Christmas Party last night after hula… Like good Hawaiians, we ate until we were too tired to eat another bite. Rice, sushi, kalua pig, steak, chicken wings, green salad, saimin salad, macaroni salad, bread pudding, cheese cake. Passed on the cake and banana bread. I think I missed gingerbread men too.
Not only does Auntie Barbara ride sidesaddle – she does it barefoot.
Nice parade this year. I took a bunch of pictures almost none of which is worth keeping. But, that is part of the fun… Hoping I got a keeper or two.
Spent the afternoon at the beach today. Swim a little. Lounge a little. Mr C was at his volunteer job all afternoon.
As for the shooting at the kindergarten in Connecticut… Where in the Constitution does it say we have the right have “semi” automatic weapons?
The underwater camera hasn’t flooded yet. But, it is on it’s last legs. Now the question is: Does an old woman really need an underwater camera? Of course this old woman needs an underwater camera. I am trying to decide what I want to get – that sad day when the seals give up.
I so don’t need an ironing board when I travel… Now, with an iron – well you can make a grilled cheese sandwich. Better the hotel should issue every guest a standup paddle board!
Thinking about a trip for next spring/summer. I really loved Japan. But there are so many other places to see. I liked the Great North American Train Trip too. Maybe not as much as Japan. Maybe – Japan to Singapore to Perth – to Sidney via rail??? In three weeks? I think that is too much in too little time. And, I don’t want to leave Mr C home alone for more than 3 weeks.
Today’s big event was going to get my teeth cleaned. It was cheaper than back home and included a nice cuppa 100% Kona coffee and a paraffin bath job for my hands.
Mostly swimming today. And football on TV.
I think the local Chamber of Commerce will be happy with today’s picture from exciting downtown Kailua-Kona.
This is about as good as I can do with the subpar iPod camera.
Funny day today. The ocean was closed due to box jellies. The high school was closed due to “fighting”. They called it “fighting”. No weapons, no injuries. Some fight, right?
It was that sort of a day. The fridge needed defrosting. Lots of vog. Lots of humidity. And, I got stuck in my sports bra. I actually considered cutting myself out of it.
You might be wondering, what is this VOG that I mention from time to time? Vog – Volcano Smog. Our friendly neighborhood volcano tosses tons of crap and sulfur dioxide into the air everyday. Some days there isn’t enough wind to send it all somewhere else. So, at 11am – you can look right at the sun. If our volcano were a factory the EPA would be all over it!
I had an “all about me day” today. There are those who would say everyday in Me-Day. But, that is a whole different blog entry.
Went for my “required” 5 mile walk. Stopped off at Ross Dress For Less – and bought some silky undies. Stopped at my favorite thrift shop and got a spiffy “new” shirt for 2 bucks. Came back “home” and broke out my wetsuit – decided there was no reason to be cold when I had a perfectly fine wetsuit hanging in the closet. Went for a nice toasty warm swim.
And, I did serve Mr. C stuffing and gravy (plus spinach) for dinner. Nothing else. That polished off the stuffing. Now all I have left is gravy. I also have rice. Now, if I had fried eggs and a hamburger patty I’d have loco moco – a much loved local breakfast. That would be a bottom layer of white rice, next add a hamburger, next a fried egg or two and top with gravy. Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. But, like Spam it is best when consumed on-island.
Been thinking about where and how to spend my final years – if I out live Carlton. I need to have some general plan. Before the recent family unpleasantness, I would never have considered a “Continuing Care Community”. One of those old folks asylums where you give them a bunch of money and they “promise” to look after your sorry ass. Carlton has an insurance policy that will finance such a place for me. There is a very nice one in Honolulu. When I was a kid of 22 I used to drive by it on my way to work every day and I would say “when I get old that is where I want to be…”. There is a very well established one in Portland, Oregon. And, Oregon has that very handy “assisted suicide” law. The trick is finding one that I would want to be stuck in until the end and one that has the financing to last as long as I would.