A potpourri of items from things that have been going on around here lately:
Yesterday my cousin and I took Helene Hale to lunch at the Yacht Club. The Hilo Yacht Club has the distinction of being a yacht club with no yachts, thanks to the 1946 tsunami that destroyed so many yachts that they never docked there again. Some refer to it as the Yachtless Club. Helene is a great person who was a Democrat in this state when that was enough to get you called a Communist, as she laughingly puts it. This is from a 2006 article about her, just before she retired at age 88. At that time we had a luncheon for her, and I'm trying to track down the photo from that event. Helene is such an inspiration, for many many reasons.
Our neighborhood is changing, as new young families move in. It's a lot more fun and lively around here, and all these new people are smart, friendly and fun. We have lively social evenings when we go out to walk the dog. These new families all have dogs, and just about all of them are foundlings, like our dogs and cats have been.
One person we have been seeing a lot is a hell for leather little boy here who loves to dress in eccentric clothes and scoot or bike up and down the street. Yesterday he was wearing plaid shorts, an aloha shirt, and a suit jacket. That's his "at home wear" he tells me. He was chatting me up, telling me about his new acquisition: a watch that has GPS and a whole bunch of other apps he can download. And it tells the time, too. I asked him if he could read a clock with hands, and he said, yes, but it's a little difficult. He's about ten. I felt a strong affinity with him, one of those strange things. I keep telling him to be careful, because he is so fearless. He says, "You know it's so funny when you push down on the pedals and it feels like it won't stop. Isn't that strange?" I guess he needs to use a lower gear. Great kid!
My Dr. and her husband who just moved in across the street had a long chat with us yesterday evening and we found out lots about them and about some ex neighbors of ours that they are good friends with. Some hair-raising gossip, actually. Wish I could tell you more! Man people gossip around here. My closest friend doesn't, thank goodness, and I try not to, because this a place where everyone knows everyone else.
They are going to let us pay for a fireplace insert. Our previous neighbors used to burn wood and trash, and the smoke drifted right into our living room, making me quite unwell. It's worth it to us to pay for them to have a gas fire. They would rather have a real fire but are willing to compromise, which is very nice.
I went into Kaiser this a.m. and got a tuberculosis shot. The woman at the counter asked me what the primary language was that I spoke at home. That seemed off the wall, but then I realized that Kaiser is always compiling statistics. So they would not say to a patient. "What is your ethnicity," as that would be considered discriminatory. Filipinos and Pacific Islanders do have high TB rates. It was strange that no one asked me why I was getting this diagnostic. It's because I will be working with prisoners and it's part of the application form to get the TB test, and many have TB or contract it in prison. There was a veritable epidemic of TB up at Kulani several years ago, among both prisoners and staff, and I got a test then, which was negative.
In conclusion:
Dear HLV 475 big fancy truck that backed into my car in front of Abundant Life Store this a.m. Lucky for you it was just a few little scratches. You could, however, have stopped and acknowledged that you had been careless instead of driving away. Or perhaps you have no driver's license or insurance? That would not surprise me. I'll let it go this time.
That's it for now!