Travel Prep, Shiny Teeth, Ukulele Virtuoso

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4/30/22

Aloha Everyone!

Nothing to See Here...Now

This will be my last regular update for awhile, because I'll be winging it through the Caucasus starting next week.  We're in final count-down preparation mode, which I've managed to get a pretty good start on. Most of my monthly outside trimming is done, and I got my lanai railing painted where I did the recent repair and more that badly needed painting. The rest will have to wait.  I still have some spraying for bugs and weeds to do, and interior cleaning. Actually packing for the trip comes last for us.

Also in the prep category is getting my eyeball injection last week.  I was two months out from the last shot, and even so there was very little retinal edema.  If I wasn't going to be gone for so long I probably would have opted to go a few more weeks. It is looking promising that I might be able to reach 3 months between injections in the near future.  Good news.

Karen and I had our teeth cleaned on Wednesday.  This really wasn't part of our travel preparations (!) but the appointments were already scheduled.  My checkup was very good, which it has tended to be since I started using an electric toothbrush a few years ago.  I swear by the thing now, even though it is rather messy to use -- I look like I have Rabies at the end.  The dental insurance we have doesn't have very good coverage for fillings, crowns, and other repairs, but they completely cover three cleanings per year. Well, except for the tax.  Hawai'i is one of the few places where even dental services are taxed, believe it or not.  It's a general excise tax and it is on ALL goods and services. I'd complain, but our property taxes and income taxes are comparatively low.

Tonight we're going up to Waimea to attend a concert by one of the best ukulele players in the world.  Her name is Taimane and I've seen her in person once before.  I immediately became a huge fan and bought some of her music.  This isn't the plunka-plunka Arthur Godfrey kind of ukulele playing.  Rather, she and several others here have taken the instrument to a new level with compositions that are inspired by a range of influences, not just Hawaiian (she lives on Oahu, and is part Samoan).  Anyway, despite the closeness to our trip departure, I couldn't pass up the chance to see her again.  If you're interested in getting a taste of what intrigues me about her virtuoso playing, here's a brief TEDx performance which might just blow your mind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yDM2hp78L4 .

Ok, that's it.  We're going on our usual Saturday morning excursion one more time.  I'll try to send a few travel updates as we go along on our trip. Take care. Stay sane. Be thankful.

Volcano Snow, Tripping Out, Super Goo to the Rescue

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4/23/22

Aloha All --

Kona Snow Cone

Well, not to be outdone by the mainland blizzards, last Sunday we had our own snowstorm -- on Mauna Kea, our 13k+ ft. volcano that is home to a bunch of observatories.  It wasn't much, really, but it made for a very pretty sight--from the beach.  Elsewhere there was a fair amount of rain, and we had yet another wet week with lots of cloudiness, usually beginning mid-morning.  The locals are complaining big-time, including me.

Karen's toe continues to improve, to the point that she played golf on Thursday.  To make it a bit easier, she played at a course that is closer to us and is much flatter than her usual one. The course has some interesting holes, including one along the shoreline, and the clubhouse overlooks picturesque Keauhou Bay.  But being much lower in elevation it can get quite toasty there, so she and her friends opted to start very early (that's 7:20 am in Geezer time). Still, she said it was kind of warm by mid-morning on holes that didn't have the usual upslope breeze.  She did ok, including getting one par, and was glad to get back to the game.  I went to the gym and did a pretty good workout compared to last week, when I was still a little off kilter from my Covid booster.

We heard some good news from our tour company this week.  Our first country, Azerbaijan, has dropped its Covid pre-test requirement, so our trip arrangements will be much easier with one less thing to worry about.  Current Covid cases in all three countries are very low, which also eases our minds.  We are starting our usual travel prep around the house, which includes a lot of cleaning, chopping and whacking. Plus, I will see my eye doctor later this morning for another shot to hopefully put more "seeing" in "sightseeing."

I finally got the super goo (Bondo) into the rotten spot on my lanai railing post.  The wood was mostly dry after a few days without rain, so I took advantage of the situation and got the hole filled and sanded.  Now I have to prime and paint not only that spot but the areas around it that need painting -- in other words, probably the whole railing.  Like I wrote last week, one thing always leads to another....

Ok, that's it for this week.  Try not to let the world's craziness get to you too much, though I admit I'm starting to think that there's not much hope for humans. Getting smarter doesn't mean wiser or kinder.

Vaxed to the Max, Toe Troubles, Coqui Caviar

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4/16/22

Aloha Everybody --

Well, our weather this week was kind of yucky at times, but no blizzards or tornadoes like parts of the mainland. We are definitely back in our rainy pattern, not just afternoon showers, but cloudy and misty for good chunks of the day.  My solar system is sucking air, but I've got a big enough surplus from past months that I'm not really too upset.

On Wednesday we both got our 2nd Pfizer boosters. No great reaction this time, though Karen had a bit of a sore arm, and I felt puny on Thursday afternoon, with some joint aches for a couple of hours Thursday night. The latest large-scale research shows that the effectiveness of 2nd boosters for totally preventing Covid drops to normally boosted levels after just 3-4 weeks, but that the increased protection against a severe case continues longer.  I'm fine with that.  The remote possibility of a bad reaction to the vaccine is much, much, less than having bad consequences of getting Covid.  Anyway, we're now set for our trip, though Azerbaijan still requires a negative PCR test result 72 hours before arrival, so we'll have to do that right before we leave.  

Fortunately we're not leaving right away, because a week ago Thursday Karen hurt her foot when some cans fell out of our garage storage closet and targeted her toes. One toe seems to have lost part of the nail, and both it and the one next to it have cuts that she's taking great care not to get infected. She's much better now, but it has meant she had to skip golf this week, as well as our morning walks.  She was still able to make use of the pool, though, and we managed to do a light workout at PF despite her toe and my vaccine wonkiness. Looks like another week or more for her to get functioning again, and probably longer for the nail to grow back.

Mom, Dad & Caviar

The wet weather has been a boon for the coqui frogs.  I caught 15 this week, a number of them female.  Although the females don't sing and therefore aren't obnoxiously loud, they are very good to catch because each one can produce 25-30 eggs every two weeks. After a female finds a male and lays her eggs, she takes off and the male broods them.  They hatch in just a few weeks and then the juveniles are on their own,  reaching sexual maturity in about 9 months. As I said, the females find the males, zeroing in on their calls.  The ones I caught were in the process of doing just that, but it turned out not to be the kind of romantic evening they were looking for.  At maturity the females are much larger than the males and often their swollen egg sacs are visible on their sides.  One night this week I grabbed both a male coqui and the eggs ("Coqui Caviar") he was guarding -- the first clutch of eggs I've found because they're usually well hidden in small holes and in leaf litter.

Finally, this was an historic week for the town, because on Wednesday the inter-island cruise ship resumed its weekly stops -- first time it has been in port in 2+ years. The merchants love it, of course, and I do too because it's not only picturesque it also helps me keep track of what day it is!

Ok, off for our usual Saturday morning routine.  Hang in there.

Bad Clutch, Spray Paint, and Super Goo

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4/9/22

Aloha Ohana!

More maintenance adventures this week here in near-paradise.  First up: car clutch problems. On our way home last Saturday the Miata's clutch started acting funny -- as in not working!  If I pushed in the pedal more than a couple of times it would get real soft and I couldn't change gears even with it all the way to the floor. Fortunately we were close to home and got there ok,  I found that if I just let the car sit for a short time with the clutch out, the pressure would return enough for a few pushes.  My trusty auto

A Kona Style Stop

shop was closed for the weekend by the time I called and I had to wait until Monday to talk to them. This is a garage I've used many times before because they are actually honest and do good work. Bless'm, they said if I could get it to the shop they'd try to work it in as soon as they could. I managed to drive it there by staying in 2nd gear and timing my turns and stops.  By about 3pm they called and had diagnosed the problem as a failed "clutch master cylinder," a relatively simple and "inexpensive" fix they were able to do that day!  So, a mere $280 and some angst solved the problem surprisingly quickly.  It turns out that Miatas of this age frequently have clutch problems, but usually it is something called the clutch "slave cylinder," located on the transmission itself.  Ours seems to be ok for now, but like geezer problems in humans, it's just one more issue to look forward to in the future....

Another maintenance project is in the "One-thing-leads-to-another" or "Whack-a-Mole" category. While I was on the roof last week removing the ventilation screens I looked in through the opening and saw the light fixtures in our bedroom closet, which are mounted at about the same height. They were a mess of rust and peeling paint and in desperate need of replacing or repainting.  A check of price$ for replacements quickly convinced me to repaint.  I got them down, sanded the bad spots, and got a couple of cans of spray paint.  Since they are mounted high up on the wall and thus prevent close inspection, they look pretty good now -- from a distance.  

A third project is still in progress because it has been too wet this week to finish.  One of the pool lanai railing 4"x4" posts has some rot at the base.  It is a major hassle to replace these (which my handyman and I have done), and in this case the rot could be cleaned out and patched instead.  My favorite product for doing this is in the same category as duct tape and super glue -- Bondo.  I call it "Super Goo." I think it was originally developed as filler for auto body repairs, but it will stick to anything: metal, wood, glass, stone, and of course, skin. It's an epoxy putty that you mix with a hardener cream and then apply.  Within 10-15 minutes this stuff is rock hard and can be sanded, painted, or drilled. I figure when the archeologists go through the ruins of my house they won't find much --- except blobs of Bondo all around.  I cleaned the rot out of the hole and it's waiting for its Super Goo, but it should be dry to do the job right -- maybe next week.

No golf this week, but I went to Planet Fitness twice.  Karen and I went on Tuesday, and then I went again on Thursday when she was playing golf. I know this sounds very energetic of me, but I assure you I make sure to counteract the positive effects with a nullifying nap. 

Ok, off to market and the beach.  Take care.  And remember, "moderate," "middle," and "center" are not bad things....

Screen Spring Clean, Booster Boosts

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4/2/22

Aloha All!

Hope you're thawing out.  Weather here is nice, despite having a fair amount of rain this week. One day it totaled .7" and last night we got at least half that again.  If it keeps this up our pool level may reach the overflow drain!

My eye exam last Saturday went very well.  No edema build-up so no shot needed.  However, the real question is if I can hold off having another injection until near the end of the month, so that I'll be ok during our trip in May.  Although I'm sure health care in Azerbaijan, Armenia, and Georgia is ok, I'd rather not have to find an eye doctor while we're traveling. The plan is to wait until April 23, another 4 weeks from the previous shot -- maybe a bit of a stretch, but so far so good.

My big house maintenance project this week was to honor the tradition of Spring Cleaning and wash the ventilation screens in our master bathroom.  These aren't your usual screens.  They were custom made for the large, triangular openings that are very high up in the eaves, and don't just pop in and out like regular screens.  To take them out requires a trip to the roof and loosening the 6 or so screws that holds each one to the frame.  I was the roof rat and Karen washed each one in the driveway as I took it down and put a clean one back up.  They were filthy.  Remember, these windows are never closed because they have no glass in them, and our Kona breeze carries through the house almost constantly.  Anyway, it was a fairly big job and definitely needed doing.  There are a few other smaller ventilation screens, but they'll just have to wait.

Our travel preparations are progressing.  We were relieved when it was announced this week that 2nd boosters have been approved.  It will make us as protected as we can get during the trip. I scheduled ours for April 13. This should allow enough time before we leave for the "booster-boosts" to have maximum effect, and also enough time so that any temporary reactions to the shots don't interfere with our usual last-minute preparations.  Our Covid situation is very good at the moment -- few hospitalizations and only about 120 active cases on the island.  It will be interesting to see what happens as this new, even more contagious variant becomes dominant, but for the moment we're enjoying the more relaxed restrictions.

Kona "Daffodils"

On Thursday I played golf with Karen and two of her friends.  I did so-so, and even got one par.  It didn't compensate, though, for the more frequent less-than-stellar shots of the day.  We got rained out on the last two holes, which was fine with me because I was getting pooped. Golf isn't a very physical game, but after roughly 140 strokes and quite a few do-overs, it can still be challenging. The course was looking much better after the rain we've been getting.  Saw quite a few Nenes and Peacocks, but no white Peahens.

Ok, off to market and breakfast.  Enjoy your change of seasons.  Try to withstand the buffeting winds of cruelty, extremism, power-mongering, selfishness, and greed we seem to be confronting these days.

 

 

"Kona Snow," A Pole Cat, & Smoke No Mo'

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3/26/22

Aloha Everybody!

Well, I see from the weather reports that you're lurching toward Spring -- roller-coaster-like.  Here in

"Snow"in Kona

Kona another sign of Spring is the annual blooming of the coffee trees.  The blossoms are white and all the trees bloom at once, which is quite a sight in an orchard of hundreds or thousands of trees.  From a distance it looks almost like there is snow in the orchards -- "Kona Snow" is what the locals call it. By the way, coffee trees are related to gardenias but they don't smell nearly as sweet.  They also aren't very attractive trees, more like scrawny shrubs.  People have sometimes asked if we have any in our yard so that we can harvest the coffee.  Absolutely not.  The work it would take to turn the coffee beans into actual coffee wouldn't be worth it for the amount you'd get, even though pure Kona coffee sells for $18-40 per pound.  We only drink Kona coffee if someone gives us a pound or two -- otherwise we buy bags of Starbucks for a whole lot less.....

Karen's friend from Oregon left on Tuesday.  They got in one more round of golf on Sunday, this time at Makalei.  They saw the white Peahen twice!  Some people think that there are two different birds on the course, but it isn't clear if anyone has seen both at the same time, so this is still a bit of a mystery. From what they could observe, the one(s) they saw was well-accepted by the other females.  Not sure what the Peacocks think. While Karen played golf I went to Planet Fitness and worked out. Yet again it wasn't crowded at all.  They are still requiring masks, but this will end today.

We got more rain during the week, and the coquis have been going crazy.  My neighbor caught 8 and I caught 4 for a total of 12 this week.  Our hope that the numbers were down because of the dry spell was pure wishful thinking.  But I figure it's like controlling ants -- you know you can't get them all, but you certainly try to eliminate as many as you can.  I estimate that the two of us have killed around 300 coquis or more -- that's a lot of noise and negative environmental impact we've stopped.

Yesterday was my 28th Anniversary of the day I quit smoking. To celebrate still being alive, we went to Planet Fitness, had a burger and a beer at a surf-side restaurant, and then I took a long nap. I note this anniversary every year to remind myself of that very difficult accomplishment.  I was truly addicted, having smoked for over 40 years and trying to quit for about 5 years.  In fact, it's unlikely that I can live long enough smoke-free to equal the length of time I smoked.  I'm certainly glad I quit, of course, but there are residual, progressive effects that can't be reversed and that the advertising crusades for quitting didn't mention, like emphysema.  Certainly all the more reason not to start in the first place, but an argument that would have been lost on the I'm-invincible-and-will-live-forever kid that I was when I began.

Finally, I had a good week befriending one of the neighborhood cats we encounter on our morning

"Pole Cat"

walks. It was sitting on the top of a big post that was part of a garden display by the side of the street -- a "pole cat." What a treat -- I even got to pet it!  I'd love to have another cat as a pet, but we've decided it would be too difficult as long as we keep traveling as much as we do.  So I enjoy these kind of encounters and this one really made my day.

I have an eye exam later today.  My vision seems pretty good so I think the last injection is holding well.  The issue at the moment is how to coordinate the next injection with our trip in May.  It would be ideal if I could hold off until right before we leave, but that will mean a long time between injections.  I'll see what my doc thinks and update you next week.

Ok, that's it for now.  Off to market and breakfast.  Take care and enjoy your spring!

 

Waking Up Coquis, Pumping Iron

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3/19/22

Aloha All!

Well, my rain dance worked.  Last Friday night we got .3" (I guessed .25" but my rain gauge showed more).  Then on Sunday night we got another .5", and on Wednesday a whopping 1.2", making a total for the week of 2 inches.  So at least here in the neighborhood we had a break from the drought.  This woke up the coquis, of course, who promptly started singing to make up for lost mating time.  I caught a couple and my neighbor did too, both of us finding them in new areas.  Our theory is that while it was dry the frogs stayed in place, particularly if it was somewhere where there was moisture from irrigation, and then when the rain came they decided to explore new territories.  At the moment, though, there seem to be fewer males singing than before the dry cold weather started.  We're hoping, probably with much too much optimism, that a number may have not survived the unfavorable weather.  Yeah, right.

It was a pretty quiet week.  Our Oregon friend arrived for her short visit on Sunday.  She's Karen's golf buddy who used to spend a lot of time here with her husband until his health made it necessary for him to remain in Portland.  On Tuesday she played golf with Karen and her current partner at Makani course, further up north than Makalei.  I wasn't invited, so I went to Planet Fitness instead. Might have overdid it a teense, and my muscles let me know it the next couple of days.  Despite the lessening of covid restrictions (though masks are still required at PF) and only a few new cases, the number of people seemed about the same -- that is, very few given the size of the venue.  

Spring Blooms

We celebrated St. Patrick's Day by having a corned beef dinner with our Oregon friend at our house.  It was a very pleasant evening, and we were even able to eat outside by our pool.  Our signs of spring, which most visitors don't notice,  are getting more pronounced.  One is that the snowball bloom of the plumerias that begins down slope has now reached our neighborhood.  This is where the flowers appear on the bare branches before new leaves develop.  The flowering will continue until next fall, when the trees become bare again.  The reason most visitors don't notice this change is because stuff is blooming here all year around, and very few kinds of trees lose their leaves.

We're proceeding with our travel plans for both the Caucasus trip coming up and for the Germany trip in the fall.  We were in contact with the company running the Caucasus tour this week and as of right now it's still going.  After the tour (about 3 weeks) we've made arrangements to stop over in Chicago for several days, which should be fun. We haven't been there in many years and we're looking forward to it.  We'll also try to see an old friend who lives near Chicago and also spend a couple of days in Rockford, where Karen's Swedish relatives emigrated and where her mother is buried.  As I mentioned last week, all these arrangements can be canceled without losing anything,  just in case germs and/or autocrats go berserk again.

Ok, off to market and breakfast. Take care and be sure to notice whatever is positive that comes your way. It might be easy to miss in the avalanche of bad stuff these days.