Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Woke up this morning to find Paul Allen’s smallest (200 ft) at anchor off the pier. Which is also off his house on the point. The Meduse has a helicopter. No helicopter on board today. It must be at the airport waiting for the man to arrive.
Note to sugar daddy. I do not need a yacht. But, my very own NetJet share would be epic. Dream on, old lady, dream on.
These are the kids who came to our little village all the way from Honolulu yesterday. They came to sing Happy Birthday to Princess Pauahi (December 19, 1831–October 16, 1884).
I look forward to this every year. As we say in Hawaii – it give chicken skin. The kids sing the traditional late 19th century Hawaiian songs – which were long on perfect 5ths and Gregorian harmony. The Palace has very good acoustics for this type of music.
For one hour a year peace and hope abides and hard edged cynicism retreats. It is a totally private event and I am honored be one of the 3 or 4 outsiders in attendance.
Here in the middle of the Pacific, we are more than a little concerned with the goings on the Korean front.
Canoe racing is the local high school sport of choice this Saturday morning. Then this evening, I went to hear the Kamehameha Schools Concert Glee Club. They came from Honolulu to sing Happy Birthday to Princess Pauahi. Hey, you gotta be in Hawaii to understand getting on two buses and an airplane to sing Happy Birthday to someone who has been dead 125 years.
Went down to the pier earlier this week to check out the water before starting on my daily hunter-gather chores. And, I found Carlton washing his hair.
At the other end of the pier – a turtle having a breakfast of alge.
And, how would you like to be on this float…
Hey, this is Kona – what can I say? Get in the holiday spirit. Or is it spirits.
Carlton seems to be sicker today. They sent him home from “work”. Carlton was famous for never taking sick leave when he was employed. Some said it wasn’t like he actually did any work…
Carlton has laryngitis – Carlton loves to talk – Carlton’s “work” involves nonstop talking. This is not pretty. I just stuff my ears into my iPod and refuse to listen to him rasp about not being able to talk.
This might be my year for the Round the World trip… I did it when I was in my 20’s. For less than $3,000. I am guessing that a do over will cost more. Carlton will be invited. Goodness knows, the man NEEDS some new stories to tell. Wrong, his friends NEED for him to have new stories to tell. If a 17 year old girl could live by my travel rules, surely a 77 year old man can as well. And, if he doesn’t want to come. OK. I am not going to wait until he dies to start spending the money.
I have a friend, her late husband was excessively frugal (like Carlton) and she says she wants to live long enough to spend the money that her husband wouldn’t. Her husband used to sit on our deck here at the hotel and “harumph” about the gray haired tourists ladies that would get off the cruise ship complaining that they were “spending their dead husband’s money”.
A gaggle of noisy Christians were busy baptising each other in the ocean today. I felt it would be unpagan of me to wish a swarm of jellyfish on them.
Last Wednesday, to escape the cruise shippers, I took a stroll over to “Baby Beach”. Baby Beach is in front of $2,000,000 plus houses. I enjoy exercise my Hawaiian right of access to the shoreline. Any shoreline.
Tomorrow is boat day again. Might go to Baby Beach again.
So, how did the microwave spaghetti turn out… Surprisingly good. And, I made my own sauce as well.
Have a fine morning snorkeling. Sort of a snorkeling trifecta – found an eel, a turtle and an octopus. The photos are still in the camera. Hopefully I came away with 3 nice photos.
New microwave adventure today. Eggplant. “My” vendor at the farm market usually has nice Japanese eggplants at a very nice price. So, I bought some. Sliced them up. Manufactured some “marinara” sauce. And nuked the lot for 8 minutes. It is aging in the fridge overnight. Tomorrow – I’ll reheat it, add a chopped tomato and serve over some udon noodles. Pretend spaghetti.
Have I mentioned lately that I dearly love my iPod touch. iTunes had The Chronicles of Narnia on sale for 9.95 a couple of weeks ago. The Narnia Chronicles were the Harry Potter series of my smallkidtime. Yes, they are based on christian mythology. Mostly likely designed to brainwash little kids. Nevertheless, I am enjoying them again in my dotage.
Had a fine Sunday. There is something to be said for missing all the Sunday morning talk shows. We have football on TV on Sunday morning. Not talking heads.
I think we’ll have chicken katsu, cone sushi, and maybe avocado for dinner.
Yesterday’s rain is over. Just in time for the Xmas Parade. Everyone in the village is either in the parade or watches the parade.
Rained all day. Actually it poured all day. I holed up in the room and ate
microwave popcorn and watched movies on the mac. Could be worse. It can and will always be worse.
And now for some angry birds.
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The three girls are a part of the local high school canoe team.
Carlton continues to make progress on the cell phone front. Today, he made a call all by himself. And I wasn’t even in the room. Dare I try to teach him how to answer it? Or even recharge it.
Our local weather dudes are hyping a huge rain event. Don’t think it will come here.