[Note: this is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland.]
1/2/21
Happy New Year!
Well, I’m not so much hopeful or happy about 2021 as I am relieved to have 2020 behind me. Our last week of the year was spent mostly in activities that used to be routine but these days are anything but. Early in the week Karen and I both had our teeth cleaned! Wow. And I had a haircut! Wow again. And finally, on New Year’s Eve we had lunch with some friends from Ohio who are here for their yearly stay with their daughter, a teacher at Hawai’i Preparatory Academy, in Waimea. It was a pleasant chit-chat at an open-air beach on the grounds of Mauna Lani Resort up north on the coast, but of course required a lot of precautions that made it definitely not a routine thing.
I know this is all just too exciting to bear, but it gets even more intense – at about 9 pm (the beginning of when we’re allowed to set off fireworks) I celebrated with my firework – yes, just one – at the top of our driveway. This was something called Dragon’s Fury, which might have been a teense of an oversell. It lasted a total of a little over 3 minutes, producing some nice noise and bright lights and then just kind of ended – like the year 2020 itself. We had a glass of proseco and were asleep by 11:30.
Karen played golf this week, too. A highlight for her was that she saw a number of young Nene, our
Maybe all this new life and recovery is the perfect antidote to 2020's death, destruction, and mayhem.
Off to the beach, and maybe a delayed workout at Planet Fitness. Take care, stay warm (!) and keep yourself and others healthy.
4 comments:
Happy New Year to you both-may it bring some normal living once again!! Could do with an ocean view and sunny weather right about n
ow....want to send some our way? Keep well-H and B
I am not sure firework is a word, but if it is your three-minute dragon meltdown might qualify. We here in SoCal are allowed to go to the dentist, but we are forbidden to go get a haircut. The state guidelines are quite restrictive which is probably a good thing since the hospital ICU capacity is nearing zero. Therefore restaurants are restricted to take-out. Imagine my surprise when I went to Vigilucci's last night to pick up our dinner. The restaurant was hopping, inside and on the patio. I was like Ebenezer Scrooge getting a glimpse of Christmas past. I knew there were holdout restaurants (like speakeasies of old) but I never expected to come across one.
Hoppy --
Thanks as always for the astute comment. Glad I'm building up your vocabulary! ("Firework" is indeed a word, according to my Merriman-Webster dictionary, as in "A Kailua-Kona man was seriously injured New Year's Eve when the firework he was trying to light while holding it in his hand exploded.")
Sad to hear about your speakeasy. That could be one of the reasons CA is running out of hospital beds and morgue space.........
RS
Glad to hear about your visit with the colleague, and that the nene are making a comeback!
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