Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
This fine little beach house has been for sale since we got here. I like the idea of buying it. Of course, for what I’d have to pay, I can stay right here in my cosy hotel for the rest of my life and have some left over. Not to mention maid service. And Carlton would go crazy worrying about a wooden house on a beach where the house next door got washed off it’s pillars during last year’s tsunami. It would surely accelerate my widowhood.
I got my new crown installed this morning. So far I am a happy camper with my local dentist. And, I don’t have a big dental project waiting on me back in Arlington.
One week from today, we start the trip home. Not looking forward to the trip. Nevertheless, I am in serious trip mode. You know you have a serious case of wanderlust when you start investigating the Trans-Siberian Railroad.
I am suffering from a serious case of “jack rabbits in my boots”.
A very Kona send off.
A couple of times each winter, the Full House Band performs for a couple of hours on the street outside our hotel. They play old time rock and roll. I do enjoy slack key and all kine local music, but this old haole woman still likes rock. If you doubt it, check out my iPod.
Speaking of slack key – sound track from The Descendants is a great intro to slack key guitar.
It is some sort of argiope spider. It is about as big as my hand and is a female. The males are much smaller and are sort of drab brown. We call them “Hawaiian Garden Spiders”.
Just finish watching the Republican Dustup in the Desert. What can I say? Wonder if I can seek political asylum in Norway?
It has been cloudy and “cold” all day. There is about 10 inches of snow up on the mountain tops. When the “land” breeze kicks in – it comes over the snow – causing instant chill. Especially when there is no sun.
Since I am staying out of the water until my nose gets completely healed – I have tried to kick my walking up to 5 miles a day. Frankly, that much walking is rather boring. Thank goodness for iPods.
Fat Tuesday here. Every one pigs out on malasadas. Fat Tuesday is called Malasada Day in Hawaii. A malasada is sort of like a doughnut without the hole. They were introduced in Hawai`i by Portugese plantation workers and are best eaten right out of the grease.
I am no longer amused by Rick Santorum.
I should have taken a picture of me and the hat and Sam Au Hoy. Nobody or no hat is promised tomorrow. If we are all in Kona next winter – the photo will be taken. And, by then the hat will have a proper hatband.
Note to heirs: this hat will out live me – if it doesn’t get sat on. Past it on to someone with a big head.
Now, how am I going to transport this thing. Will I have to take it on the plane like a “lap baby”? It is too big for a flat rate box. Suggestions welcomed.
Some boys were amusing themselves doing a little movie. They had a rather nice camera.
Speaking of rather nice. I indulged myself with a new straw hat. A “pāpale by sam”, pāpale lauhala to be precise. It was not as expensive as the O’Farrell cowboy hat I wanted in Santa Fe last summer. But, it is fine hat. And, Sam is a friend. Now… How do I get it home? And, back here. It costs too much to leave here. And, it would be really silly to keep a fine lauhala hat in the closet back on the mainland.
And yes, Carlton has an very good idea how much it cost. He knows Sam too.
New outlook continues. Had a completely fine day without swimming and without any nosebleeds. Walking, reading, lounging, photography. (Beer and Coffee too).
No pictures today. But, a new outlook.
Yesterday I had yet another nose bleed. That sunk me into a vast depression. Was I going to just hang out in the hotel room and wait to start dripping blood again? I couldn’t just say “screw it” and go home – because – I don’t get my crown back until Feb 29. Shit shit shit.
Well, after lunch yesterday, I got on the bus and went to the Doc-in-Box. After a short wait – I am seeing Doctor Webb – a perfectly fine burnt out ER doctor.
He looks up my nose and says I am just unlucky to have broken a vein. And, that it will just have to heal. And, I’ll just have to wait. He could cauterize it – but, he said it was 50-50 if the procedure would help or hurt the problem. He said, if it was his nose – he wouldn’t get it be cauterized unless it wouldn’t stop bleeding.
And, he wrote me a prescription for another 12 months of blood pressure meds. (Full disclosure, I let my blood pressure prescription run out last summer – 165/118 – really should do the meds!)
Today, I went to WalMart and got BP drugs. While I was waiting I purchased 2 new bras. Hardly La Perla.
And, the best news. Weighed myself at the Doc-n-Box. Not fat. Celebrated by having a BIG chunk of bread pudding for breakfast.
NEW OUTLOOK: I’ll stay out of the ocean. I’ll lounge around. Walk 5 miles everyday. Read books. And, when I get back home I will not have to go see the doctor for BP drugs – and avoid being nagged about all the other things that the medical profession wants to do to me. And, my tooth will be fixed. I’ll just have to keep my head above water.
I know nothing about these two photos. I am sure that they predate my tenure. But, I am pretty sure that he still has that sweater. It is some sort of polyester that will survive the Aztec Apocalypse. They were on an old flash drive that I was cleaning up yesterday.
Nosebleed returned today while I was on my daily swim. I wasn’t that bad – but unsettling. Guess I’ll have to confine my swimming to the pool. Swim around like the ladies in the Ester Williams films of the 1950’s – with my head resolutely out of the water!