2 Weeks In

It will be 2 weeks back in Hawaii tomorrow. Still adjusting to my new life here. Trying to figure out what I can do to keep me out of trouble.

The Boys

The cats have been great. Getting into mischief as much as they can. They had full reign of my cabinets as I empty them back in NJ and want the same privileges here in Waipahu. But the Boss [my mom] doesn’t allow that. They also think the patio has the same breezeway privileges that they can run in and out of the house and the garage whenever they wanted. The patio is open to the side and backyard. So the only way out is with a harness and a leash. Ollie is up for the harness and we tried going for a walk. Orange, he’s another story and who would have guessed any different. It’s like I’m going to put him in the carrier.

The Heat

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Got me a ceiling fan!! Woowho! I still feel hot but it’s like a constant breeze on me now. [I owe someone delicious bottles of red wine.]  I hope Hurricane/Tropical Storm Lane doesn’t bring heat and humidity as he leaves the islands. It poured all morning since the time I got up at 3:00ish and stop at 7:00ish. It’s overcast and that might keep the temps down.

Please O’ weather gods keep the temps down for me, pretty please.

The only benefit of the heat is I don’t feel guilty for getting a shave ice as an afternoon snack. Luckily there is a good shave ice truck near the house. Too delicious to stop and get a picture, next time.

The Folks

I’ve been trying to keep them busy and getting them out of the house for entertainment and exercise. They have an aide that comes three days a week. She works with my dad on exercises for strength and takes them out and about or holo-holo in Hawaii slang, on errands and dr visits.

The aide that they have is a young girl from Chicago that just moved to Hawaii. Everything is new to here and I think it’s a good fit for my parents. My mom loves to feed people and she loves to try anything new. And she’s really sweet to my dad. Thought I think he would fare better with someone that was more on the rascal side.

I’m glad they have her because it would be all on me if they didn’t. I can see how hard that would be.

And me

I’m looking for things to do and meet new people. Here are a few of my ideas I thought I could try out in September

  • yoga class
  • swimming class to strengthen and learn more strokes
  • join the Y
  • knitting group
  • volunteer at Honouliuli National Monument
  • volunteer at Library
  • start walking/running consistently
  • lunch or dinner with friends
  • trying sell vintage stuff for my parents
    look out for my ebay or etsy shop if you like vintage housewares. Midcentury stuff.

I’m trying to keep busy and not just hang out in my room watching too much Netflix as I did before I moved. I got sucked into watching DeadWind, Finnish crime drama with I’m such sucker for. I think I have a few more episodes left then on to the next. I need to stop watching. . . ahaaaa.

100 Days

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from Oat’s 100 day services

I can’t believe a 100 days has come a gone. It feels like it was only yesterday when I having a conversation with him. Oat’s mom had tell me it was a 100 days and of course, I didn’t believe it and had to count for myself.

100 days is very important day in Thai culture. It’s the day that the living makes merits for the departed to go on to the next stage. Many of Oat’s friend did something for him: his old classmate had a 100 day service at his old school’s temple, a friend from NYC went to give blood and a very close friend set 100 fish free that were suppose to be food.

His mom had a service at a Thai temple in St. Louis for him. Family and friends from illinois area came to service. It looked like a beautiful service.

For me, I’m just trying to do nice things for people. I donated 2 of his suits to the National Suit drive at Men’s Wearhouse. They gave me a credit for $30 for rentals and I decided to give it to the three guys that were in the store renting tuxedos. It’s was nice to surprise these strangers.

I gave the homeless guy that begs every morning near the train station, few bucks and good morning. I read somewhere that homeless people never get acknowledge. People just walk by them without a glance. I hope my “good morning” was as helpful to him

And I gave blood. This was a big one for me. I hadn’t given in long time. Oat was O-positive and would always donate when he could. He was good like that. Now since I got my blood pressure in check, I decided to do it, too. It was quick and simple and I’ll try and remember to do it as often as I can.

Hope these few things will give Oat’s spirit more merit for his next stage.

As for me and my next stage, it’s a little lonely and pretty uneventful. Just trying get things in order before I can start anything new. There has been a lot of sorting and tossing. Plus a lot of binge watching–prime and netflix are my new friends beside Ollie and Orange.

But there are few new things, early morning walks with birds, yoga at home and trying to fill my new flower garden.

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out with birds and the sunrise

I think I’m pretty good considering all that has happened. I trying my best to do things and get out of the house. And when I do, I’ll post my adventures here, at my new blog site. Adventure 1: move my blog to WordPress. Still figuring out how I want it to look. And learning what I can do. I’ll post more soon.