Medical News, Travel Prep

 [Note: this is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland.] 

4/17/21

 Medical News, Travel Prep

Aloha Everyone –

I see from my daily weather reports that you seem to be into some nice spring weather.  Our rainy spell has at least temporarily let up, and we’ve had a string of gorgeous days, highs in the low 80's and a cranking PV system.  The pool has been a comfy 80-84d and we’ve really been enjoying it.  Of course, during our trip we will leave the cover off for our pool service to have easier access, and that will likely drop it down into the chilly range by the time we return.  Another reason for leaving the cover off is that we are due for a new one – they last about 3 years here and it has to be handled delicately. I’ve been having trouble this time finding one locally and online.  This will be a top priority project when we return. It’ll work out somehow, I’m sure.

Last Saturday I had my eyeball exam, about 6 weeks out from my last injection.  Nothing but good news, I’m happy to report.  Absolutely no sign of edema, low pressures, and I even picked up a couple of lines in the acuity test for my right eye – 20/60!  I did a central visual test this time – like the usual field test but the gazillion little dots of light appear in the center of your vision rather than out to the side.  Naturally it showed my right eye is a mess, but my doctor said that even so it looked a little better than the last time I had it done, not because the cells have come back alive but because the absence of goo allowed the ones that are left to function as well as they can.  Next exam will be May 23rd, and by then I am likely to need another shot, but I’m delighted with the longer intervals this new drug, Eylea, seems to allow.  On that front I also received good news this week – my insurance (Medicare/Aetna) has once again approved coverage for 6 months, until October. Good news for the wallet, since the uncovered cost to me could be north of $1k.

Also in medical news is that I had a pretty strong reaction to that shingles shot, and it took a few days to recover – mainly fatigue and a sore arm.  Karen wasn’t as bad as I was, but it definitely put me down big time – even more than the second Covid shot.  The alternative of getting Shingles, though, is way, way worse, so I’m quite ok with it.

Most of our time this week, aside from Karen’s golf and our workout at PF, has been dedicated to getting the house ready for our trip.  This mostly means getting our monthly trimming and cleaning done now so we can do it again when we return.  The gardening stuff is essential – to leave it for that long would produce a jungly mess, even though we have a gardener who works on the front area every couple of weeks. I’m also concerned that while I’m gone the coquis will move in without me here to catch them.  Of course I can get them when we return, but I don’t want to give them time to mate and start producing little coquis that I’ll have to deal with.  The best I can do is make sure we’re free of them at the moment and then be extra vigilant when we get back.

Ok, that’s about it.  I’ll try to write a couple of quick updates while we’re on the road.  Take care, stay healthy, and enjoy your spring flowers!

Dinner With Friends, Two Toys, Another Virus Vanquished

 [Note: this is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland.]

4/10/21

Aloha All –

Last Saturday evening we drove up to Waikaloa Village (about 30 miles north) and had a very good Italian dinner with mainland friends spending the winter with their daughter, who is a teacher in Waimea. It was a beautiful afternoon drive along the upper road with a brief stop at Makani Golf Course (the one where Karen saw

the 40-50 Nenes) to admire the Jacarandas, which are tall, stately flowering trees that bloom each spring for several weeks.  Since we arrived early at the restaurant, we decided to drive on down to the coast to assess the tourist population in the rental condo complexes in the Waikaloa resort area.  When we were there last summer it was a ghost town, and very eerie.  This time it was really jumping and nearly every parking lot was full – clearly one of the sources of our newly returned traffic jams. Anyway, we enjoyed dinner and seeing our friends (all of us are now vaccinated, so we were pretty relaxed being with them).

Speaking of vaccinated, on Thursday after our Planet Fitness workout we both had doses of the newest Shingles vaccine.  This was Karen’s second shot and my first.  Like the Pfitzer Covid 19 vaccine, this is also a two-shot combo administered about 2-6 months apart.  I was very relieved that Karen is now protected, because as you may recall, I had Shingles about 6 years ago and it is a really, really, painful experience that is best avoided.  We both had received the older vaccine, but it was only about 60% effective, and I was one of the unlucky 40% .  The new vaccine is over 90% effective.  I might have some immunity from having had Shingles, but I’m not taking any chances.  It is a long-lasting and sometimes excruciating rash that in my case reset my pain scale upward by a couple of notches.
    
Early in the week I finished setting up a new receiver that drives our home entertainment system.  The old one developed a problem holding a wireless signal, so it was time to upgrade.  The setup wasn’t too bad, except that the connections were close together on the back of the unit and it took me a couple of tries to get all them on tight.  Another techno-toy I played with this week was a new router.  The cheap unit I got to quickly get us connected again worked ok, but once I had a chance to do more research on the latest and greatest technology available, I decided it was time to go up the a more high-powered unit.  I ordered one online and I got it set up on Wednesday.  The installation went ok, except for way too many wasted hours and angst caused by putting the internet cable in the wrong slot.  Once I figured that out it all went smoothly, and the transfer speeds and strength of the signal are definitely better.  I’ll probably keep the other new one as a backup or I may try to sell it online.

Ok, that’s it for the week.  We’re going to be busy with our trip preparations next week, but I’ll try to send one more update before we leave.  

Take care.  Stay safe, enjoy your spring.

40-50 Nenes, A House Guest, A “Lolo” Market

 [Note: this is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland.]

 4/3/21
                                       
Aloha All –

This week we hosted our first house guest since the Pandemic began.  She was our good friend from Oregon, the wife of my old hiking buddy.  He didn’t come for health reasons, but she was here for about 10 days, three nights of which she stayed with us.  All of us have had our Covid 19 shots so we weren’t likely to infect each other.  Btw, two pieces of good news this week were that there is now data showing the Pfizer vaccine is highly effective against the new SA strain and preliminary data that show it is also highly effective in preventing asymptomatic cases (i.e., people who are spreading the virus but don’t know it, like some of those who have been vaccinated might be doing).  Since she had lived here at one time we didn’t have to do any tour guide duties, and just enjoyed hanging out.  Karen and she played golf at a course further north than Karen’s usual spot – another beautiful upslope venue with a great view of the northern coast.  It also had Nenes – even more than Makalei.  Karen estimated a total of 40-50!  Their abundance no doubt led some visitor golfers to think they were just ordinary geese, a nuisance in some places on the mainland, rather than the endangered and very unique Hawai’i state bird.

Our geckos continue to rebound after the tenting, and are slowly reappearing at the breakfast table down by the pool.  They’re also reappearing inside, including in the guest quarters where our friend was staying.  In fact, the day after she left we caught two that had taken up residence there and transported them to a new home way down the street.  Unlike the coqui frogs we catch, which we humanely freeze to death, we give our gecko captives another chance by releasing them outside.  We learned early on, however, that unless we took them far away they just returned, and being wise to us they were harder to catch the next time.

Our return to normalcy has continued to bring with it some negative aspects.  For one, the number of Covid 19 cases is rising again both statewide and on our island.  As I’ve reported before, the cases aren’t coming from tourists but from locals giving it to each other in social gatherings.  Right now the Hilo side is leading the number of new cases, but there are some are on our side as well.  So far the situation isn’t out of control. Most people (92%) are wearing masks in public settings, and we’re going pretty fast in terms of vaccinations (about 30% of the island have been immunized so far).  And as I mentioned last time, the influx of tourists and more people returning to their jobs has produced terrible traffic jams, maybe even worse than before the pandemic and definitely worse that last week.

And Sold in A Few Days

The pandemic has led to a housing market here (and as we understand it on the mainland in certain desirable areas) that is “lolo” – “crazy” and a bit disconcerting.  A number of houses have sold online to mainland buyers who haven’t even seen the property in person.  Prices have gone absurdly high in just a few months – many houses sell within a few days for more than the asking price and for cash.  The buyers seem to be young mainland professionals with deep pockets who can work remotely and are looking for a pleasant place to live.  We’ve seen these bubbles before, and sooner or later they burst, but for now the realtors are raking in the commissions and living large.

Ok, that’s all for now.  Off to market and our beach breakfast picnic.  Stay safe, enjoy your spring, and keep your eye on the light at the end of the tunnel.

Me and My Guitar Part II: Kumbaya (Sort Of)

After my aborted introduction to playing a musical instrument (the accordion, aka "The Refrigerator") ended with my broken left wrist at around age 10 or 12,  for a number of years my only experience at playing music was "Chopsticks" and the first few bars of "Blue Moon" on available pianos. I frankly can't recall how or when I learned to play these, but their simplicity as well as the keyboard similarity to a concert accordion made it pretty easy to do.  However, although I like listening to piano music very much,  I never had any interest in playing it seriously.

Fast forward to college days.  A couple of my new friends played the guitar.  And not tunes like "Turkey in the Straw" that I had played on my accordion or "Chopsticks" on shared pianos, but songs by very popular folk performers of the time (the 60's) like The Kingston Trio, Peter, Paul, and Mary, Joan Biaz, Pete Seiger, Judy Collins, The New Christy Minstrels (youngsters, please use Google to identify these people).  The guitar was an instrument that drew positive attention whenever it was played in a dorm room or at an informal gathering, and those who knew how to play it were admired and exuded "coolness."  This was way different (i.e., better) than the accordion and I wanted to learn to play it.

My friends taught me a few basic cords and strumming techniques on their guitars, and I would borrow an instrument to practice whenever I could.  But I couldn't afford to buy my own guitar and I never got beyond a very rudimentary level of playing.  My chord changes were slow, awkward, and sloppy.  I became aware that my left wrist had a permanent limitation that was probably the result of a lack of physical therapy after my childhood break (the expert therapy available today would undoubtedly have led to a better outcome).  This made certain chord positions very difficult for me and to this day they present special challenges to playing. Nevertheless, I was able to produce some pleasing sounds and even managed a halting rendition of a couple of cheesy songs -- "Kumbaya," and "Wayfarin' Stranger."  My informal lessons and playing sessions didn't get me very far in terms of mastering the guitar, but they showed me that it was possible to really enjoy playing a musical instrument -- something that had never happened with the accordion.

Aria AC-6, Age 50+

Fast forward past school days to the early 70's.  My wife bought me what has turned out to be one of the most enduring and impactful gifts ever -- my own guitar.  This was in 1972 or 1973, and I still have it today, almost 50 years later (!).  In those early days we were just starting out and didn't have a lot of money to spend on something like this, but nevertheless she got me a very good "entry-level" guitar -- an Aria AC-6 classical acoustic model that she bought with the advice of the owner of our local musical instrument store.  The Aria company is still in business, and their guitars generally get pretty good reviews. Mine has the advantage that age has given it a deep, mellow resonance that only comes from guitar geezerhood.

I'm afraid I didn't do my gift justice, however. I was fully absorbed in my career,  as well as working around our new house, and indulging our passion for travel. Guitar playing was not a high priority but I would occasionally get it out and try to recover what little skill I had achieved earlier.  I couldn't remember the chords to any tunes, but in trying to reproduce them I discovered that just noodling around and faking it could sound pretty good.  I also found that playing for playing's sake, without regard for looking "cool" or emulating a popular performer, was very satisfying.

If I would have had more time and commitment I might have approached learning the guitar in a more formal and structured way by taking lessons from someone.  However, my childhood experience with the accordion left me with an aversion to playing scales and practicing the same thing over and over.  Although this might have led to a higher level of proficiency than I have now, it is more likely the guitar would have joined my accordion in that great music store in the sky -- in the Used Instrument Section.

So, for the next 30 years my guitar and I had a sort of "companionable neglect" relationship.  Every once in a while I would get it out and together we would amiably explore my incompetence.  I always liked these sessions, though, and vowed at the end of each to do them more often -- but then didn't follow through.  Even after I retired it took another 15 years before I finally began to give my guitar playing a real chance to develop.  It has turned out to be one of the most positive aspects of my Geezerhood, but not in a way I could have predicted, as I'll try to explain next time.

Next up -- I discover why the guitar is often described as a very "personal" instrument.

Techno-Trauma, Not-So-Nice Normal

 [Note: this is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland.] 

3/27/21

Aloha Everyone –

Is spring sprung yet?  Actually, we have signs of our own change of seasons.  The baby Nenes are full grown (Karen hit one with a golf ball on Tuesday– no injury), the Plumeria are starting to bloom again, and the high surf has shifted to the east side of the island.  About as noticeable to a visitor as the difference between the Hawaiian word for flower (pua) and pig (pua’a).

On Tuesday afternoon a true crisis hit our house.  Our wireless router crapped out and all of our devices

NOT mine

that weren’t either on cellular data connections or hard-wired to the internet were suddenly techno-bricks. Imagine the hardship! This called for a swift solution, needless to say. Now, for most of you on the mainland this would mean a quick trip to one of the several techno-toy stores nearby to pick up a replacement and either arrange for someone to help switch to the new router or to do it yourself.  Here we have far fewer choices and the selection is comparatively limited, so this was much more of a problem.  After some cursory online research to update myself on the latest developments in routers, I realized I had a dilemma – either a pick up whatever was available locally without a thorough study of the alternatives, or order one online and wait at least a week. There is no such thing as same-day delivery from Amazon here, and 2nd Day Air service costs a fortune. On Wednesday morning I set out to see what I could get locally and found that for not much money I could buy a router on sale that was the current version of the brand and model I have now.  So I decided to buy it and see how well it worked, then do more research and if necessary order a fancier replacement online.  By mid-afternoon I had un-bricked most devices and by yesterday I had *nearly* everything connected and working (you’d be surprised/dismayed by the number of wireless devices we have around the house).  Techno-trauma averted!!!

The router that crapped out was a pretty high-end one when I bought it seven or so years ago.  My emergency research revealed an interesting picture of modern society – one of the major feature of today’s versions (and corresponding cost) is how many devices they can handle that are simultaneously streaming high-bandwith content.  The image is of each parent and possibly each of two or more kids cocooned in separate rooms video-chatting, streaming their favorite music, or watching different movies or tv programs at the same time.  A far cry from the single 300-baud dial-up connection, eh?

The other big news is that our tourist numbers are up considerably.  According to an article in yesterday’s local paper, 36k tourists came to our island in February, about 3300 arriving on Thursday alone.  So far, thanks to our double test requirement of arriving with a negative Covid test result and then taking another test at the airport upon arrival, we have kept the virus under control.  The uptick in tourism is very good for our economy, of course, with more people working and many venues opening up again.  This return to even partial normality has some downsides, however – traffic on our measly one highway that transports workers and tourists is jammed again in the mornings and afternoons, popular beaches are getting crowded, reservations at restaurants are essential again, and grocery stores in town are often out of all kinds of items (remember, everything is brought in by container ships every couple of days, so it may take a while to restock).  The lesson I guess is that “normal” is a balance of good and bad, though people tend to remember only the good.

Take care.  Enjoy your spring and stay healthy.

Nose Tweak, Toe Attack, Blind Drilling

[Note: this is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland.] 

3/20/21

 Aloha All –

You may remember that last week I went into detail as to why our side of the island seldom gets a lot of rain, sparing us from the floods that hit the windward side.  Nature heard me and tweaked my nose by proceeding to drop 1.65" of rain that day at our house, as measured by my garden rain gauge.  We aborted our usual Saturday market stop and beach breakfast picnic, and didn’t emerge from the house for the rest of the day – except for one time when I had to clear our driveway drain in front of our garage that was clogged up, creating a lake.  I can still claim vindication, however, because the Hilo side got something like 18".  We haven’t got much rain since, but the afternoons have been cloudy with just enough rain to be a pain.                

Predator in Paradise

Speaking of pain, on Wednesday we were just finishing our lunch by the pool and I was carrying my dishes back into the house when my fork jumped out of my hand and landed tines down on one of my toes. As usual I was just wearing flip flops, so my feet were bare. Therefore this hurt a lot.  Really a lot.  A WHOLE lot.  AN AWFUL LOT! It also drew a little blood, though not much.  I quickly washed the toe and put on antiseptic, but I didn’t have to bandage it and the pain subsided enough to not bother me much for the rest of the day.  However, that evening as we began watching tv the pain returned and this time it felt like I might have broken the toe.  I couldn’t flex it without excruciating pain, and it seemed to be swelling.  I put an ice pack on it for an hour or so and that helped, and with the help of a couple of doses of Ibuprofen I slept ok. Thursday the pain was better, although I still couldn’t flex the toe. The pain went away as the day wore on, and I was able to work out at PF with the exception of one machine.  I now think it wasn’t broken, but that one joint had became inflamed and caused the pain.  Today all seems ok, but I’m remaining cautious around predatory silverware.
                    
My big house project this week was replacing the approximately 25-year old blinds in our upper guest room (they were here when we moved in, so I’m just guessing as to their age).  These are the horizontal slat kind, which are nice here because they can be adjusted for privacy and still allow air to flow through the windows. We had to special order these because they have to be custom cut to fit our specific windows.  The first hurdle was to make sure they really did fit into the openings, and it was a relief to find they did.  The next challenge was actually mounting them.  Naturally, the old brackets couldn’t be reused, so I had to drill new holes for the mounting screws.  This is usually a piece of cake, but in the bathroom it meant drilling 10 holes through the stone tile that lined the window openings.  Tough enough, but it had to be done standing in an awkward position while maintaining a lot of pressure on the drill.  I got it done, but I really needed that Planet Fitness workout to unkink my muscles afterwards.  They’re up and look very nice, a slightly lighter color than before, and *seem* to be secure..... Of course, this gave us the opportunity to clean the windows and the surrounding areas, so we’re still finishing putting everything back together.  Oh, I should mention that these blinds are a favorite spot for our geckos, who like to lie on the open slats.  I’m sure it won’t take long before they occupy the new ones.

That’s about it for the week.  Hope you have all dug out and that your weather has once again lulled you into thinking spring has come (note, my nose tweak hasn’t dulled my meanness).  Take care.  Stay safe, warm, and healthy.

Me and My Guitar Part 1: A Refrigerator & A Horizontal Landing

[Note:  This is the first in a 3-part series of autobiographical blogs about my unusual encounter with a guitar. The other installments will be available over irregular intervals.]

 

Let me tell you about my accordion, an instrument whose only commonality with a guitar is that they both make sounds. I know, this blog is about guitars and we'll get there eventually, trust me.  But first some context and background.

My parents lived through the Great Depression and WWII.  Their experiences of sacrifice and struggle led them to want the best for their children, particularly those things they themselves had been denied. They did everything within their modest means to enrich my childhood and those of my two sisters. This included the decision that we each should learn to play a musical instrument.

They might have chosen any number of things for me to play:  piano, violin, flute, guitar, drums, alto sax.  I'm not sure how they made the decision, but it wasn't any of those.

LOTS of buttons

The instrument selected for me was a concert-style accordion the size of a refrigerator.  I think I was about 10 at the time, and small for my age, so when I wrestled this thing onto my chest I pretty much disappeared except for my scrawny little arms poking out from the sides, and the top of my head sticking out over the top. You've probably seen examples of this kind of accordion -- a keyboard like a grand piano on the right front, and a grid of about 10,000 tiny buttons on the left which are played blind.  It was so heavy for me I had to play it sitting down, and my practice sessions were as much physical workouts as they were musical experiences.

As you can perhaps tell, I wasn't wildly enthusiastic about learning to play the accordion.  Definitely the best part was that I had a crush on my teacher, Miss Dardano, who gave me lessons each week at the music store where my parents had purchased the accordion.  Every Saturday I would board a bus a few blocks from my house for the 45-minute journey to the store.  I didn't take the accordion because it was way too heavy for me to transport, so I borrowed one at the store for my lesson. Miss Dardano was young and gorgeous, at least to my pre-pubescent eyes.  We were in a tiny recital room that brought us breathtakingly close together, though we were separated by the refrigerator in my lap. I felt uncomfortable in her presence but also thrilled.  I tried hard to live up to her expectations, and felt devastated when I didn't -- which was often the case.  Most lessons ended with her admonition to "practice harder next week."

The pinnacle of my musical prowess was learning to play the wonderfully catchy tune "Turkey in the Straw," which I played as part of a group performance with about 20 other budding accordion artists one Saturday.

My accordion-playing career came to a sudden and welcome-though-painful end one summer when I broke my left wrist while playing with neighborhood kids.  I had been trying a simple trick on a high bar and my dismount ended with a horizontal landing. The wrist had to be reset halfway through the healing process, resulting in it being in a cast nearly the entire summer and becoming extremely atrophied.  It became clear to my parents that this ruled out wrestling with a heavy musical instrument for a long time.  The accordion was sold sometime that fall and no more mention of music lessons was made.

I was relieved. Although I certainly had positive feelings for Miss Dardano,  I never developed much fondness for my refrigerator, and playing Turkey in the Straw for my friends didn't exactly put me on the fast track to popularity.  As I look back on it now, however, there were several very positive aspects of my experience.  First, I learned to read music, an exercise that has made me appreciate that written music is a remarkable human development that enables us to transform the wonders of sound into squiggles of ink.  I also gained a deep appreciation for what good musicians are able to do, and I marvel at the level of mastery some of them have achieved with their instruments. My hours of practice to reach even the pitiful level that I managed to achieve makes me profoundly in awe of those who have combined hard work with natural talent to enable them to produce sounds that evoke emotional and cognitive states that can enrich our lives in unquestionably profound ways.  Finally, I think I unconsciously acquired something hard to put into words -- a seed of intuition about how harmonic structure and progression can be combined creatively to produce music that can be entertaining, as perhaps in the case of "Turkey in the Straw,"  but also music that is intensely personal, as I've recently discovered with my guitar.

Next:  Dick meets guitar.

Suggested Reading:
Robert Persig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, first published in 1974.