Feral cats

March 21, 2018

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This is one of the feral cats that liked to hang out in my patio.  It died of natural causes in 2010.


There used to be a plethora of feral cats in my neighborhood, and by golly, they reproduced multiple times.  These feral cats were the bane of my existence.

Now, due to feline leukemia or some other disease, the cat population has dwindled to one orange cat, which belongs to someone else, as it has a collar around its neck.  I think it’s okay to have this cat roam the area, because it kills rats.  I have seen three dead rats in my back yard within the last three years.  So, that orange cat does have a mission in life:  kill the rodents!

I am not fond of animals, especially pets inside the house.  Animals tend to wreck the house by clawing the furniture and floor and leaving hair or fur all over the place not to mention they defecate and urinate.

If I want to love anyone or anything, I have my husband, children, and grandkids to love.  Above all, I love my house so much that I want it to be in perfect condition without animals ruining it.

High protein or high carb diet?

March 19, 2018


This is a photo of my dining table prior to a dinner party in January 2018.


David and I have been having a discussion regarding diet.  Is a high protein diet good for you if it means cutting the carbs?

There was a recent news article about a former ballerina bulking up by eating a high protein diet for three months before undergoing fitness routines with a trainer.  I thought that it must be weird to put muscles and biceps on a  ballerina.  Aren’t ballerinas supposed to be lean and graceful, not muscular and powerful?  Well, that ballerina turned into the super heroine of the movie, “Tomb Raider.”

So, after we both read the news article, David said, “You need carbs for energy.  Marathon runners always eat a high carb meal the night before running the marathon.”

However, my doctor told me to “cut the carbs,” because I am pre-diabetic and am trying to lose weight.

I think I’ll use common sense and not go overboard with either protein or carbs.  I’ll eat a well balanced diet and use portion control to lose weight.

Good news:  I have lost six pounds since February 13, 2018.

I am his guiding light

March 17, 2018



David and I were at the Blaisdell Concert Hall in Hawaii.  (October 2017)


Recently, David told me that I am his guiding light.  “My mother was my guiding light, but now you are,” he said.

I was surprised to hear that.  Imagine:  I am David’s guiding light.  What does he mean by that?  Am I qualified for the job?

Thinking it over, I guess I am.

Because of me, David stopped smoking pot and nicotine, and he now limits his alcoholic intake to three beers per week.  He also subscribes to the symphony and the opera and attends art receptions.  He even traveled to Croatia, Korea, Japan, Hong Kong, Macau, and India — places he never imagined he would visit in his lifetime.  His life has changed radically, because he married me.

Further, I am a survivor of many harrowing adventures, such as traveling around the world by myself and giving birth to Maria when everyone was against me.

Hence, I am qualified to be David’s guiding light.  Stick with me and your life will improve immeasurably.

Appalling scenarios

March 15, 2018


This is a plant I bought at Home Depot last Tuesday.  It’s called Aglaonema Sparkling Sarah.  It cost $15.48 plus tax, which is expensive for a 6 inch potted plant.  But, everything is expensive in Hawaii, because of our location in the Pacific Ocean.

We are so vulnerable.  Pearl Harbor is a bull’s eye for terrorists.  If, for some reason, ships and boats cannot dock here, then we will be unable to buy food and the basic necessities.  I guess we could fly food and toilet paper into Hawaii, but there is limited capacity on the planes.  Hence, the cost of goods would be higher.

Further, what will happen to us if the water aquifers below ground are contaminated with jet fuel from underground military tanks?  Or what if the water turns brackish due to rising sea levels?

Well, enough of these appalling scenarios.  After all, look at the blizzards and drought and wildfires hitting the mainland.


March 13, 2018

This is an eyesore:


Notice all of the dead leaves on and between the pavers.  It’s difficult for me to bend over and take the leaves out of the crevices.  I would rather rake or sweep the leaves into a pan and dispose of them in a trash bin.

I hate bending over and stooping.  I prefer to stand.

What should I do?

If I plant grass, I will have to water and mow it.  The feral cats might defecate on the grass.  It’s questionable whether the grass will survive.

If I hire a company to pour cement, it will be expensive.  But, it’s permanent and I can sweep it easily.  I can also place potted plants on the concrete slab.

If I cover the area with large smooth stones, it won’t be easy to rake or sweep up the leaves.

I think it would be wise to hire a company to pour cement. We will re-route the irrigation pipe to the periphery of the fence, and then, call around for quotes.

Dim Sum lunch at Jade Dynasty

March 11, 2018

Last Friday, David and I had a dim sum lunch at Jade Dynasty Seafood Restaurant at Ala Moana Center.  Dim sum consists of traditional dumplings or buns, filled with protein and vegetables.  Dim sum can also be sweet, such as an egg custard tart or mango mochi.  The food is served 3 dim sum per plate, and the food is shared with everyone at the table.

Of course, you can order other items besides dim sum.  Everything is fresh and made to order.

These are my photos of the restaurant and the food we ate:







Jade Dynasty is open from 10:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., but dim sum is served until 5:00 p.m.  There is ample free parking.

P.S.  I have lost 5 lbs. since starting my diet on February 13, just by using portion control.

Art reception at the Honolulu Country Club

March 9, 2018

My friend, Suzanne McCrary, invited us to an art reception at the Honolulu Country Club last Sunday.  The show drew 16 artists, some of whom are pictured here:


This is Suzanne McCrary, posing next to her oil painting, “Kaneohe Bay”:


This is another of Suzanne’s work, “Hoomaluhia Solitude”:


This is Suzanne’s husband, Mike McCrary, providing music:


This is the food at the art reception:


And these are photos of the art exhibit:






We all had a good time.  It was nice to see such lovely paintings, created by local artists.  The show will run through April 8, 2018 at the Honolulu Country Club.  Admission and parking are free.

The summer of 1966

March 7, 2018

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During the summer of 1966, I was the recipient of a WICHE scholarship, which was awarded to college students, who were interested in pursuing a career in mental health.  I was paid $600 and worked 5 days per week for 6 weeks.  I received an “A” for the 6 credit course.

I was assigned to Waimano Home and Hospital in Pearl City, where mentally retarded boys resided. These boys were unable to speak.  They grunted, yelled, and laughed.  My job was to train them to use the toilet, brush their teeth, change their clothes, and eat with a spoon or fork.

There was a ten year old boy, who was autistic and retarded.  Now and then, his mother would visit him, but after she left the hospital, the boy would shriek and scream, spinning like a top out of control.  The staff had to restrain him by putting his arms in a strait jacket.  He was then allowed to pace back and forth in a narrow corridor until he calmed down and stopped banging his head against the padded walls.

On one occasion, the staff took the boys to Kahuku Beach to play in the water, followed by a picnic lunch.  The boys had fun, and it was so nice for them to get some fresh air and exercise.

As part of the WICHE program, we students toured the rest of the grounds at Waimano Home and Hospital.  There was a large room, where hydrocephalic boys stayed in individual cribs.  In another building, we met a boy with cerebral palsy, who painted pretty pictures by holding a paintbrush between his toes.

We also toured the State Hospital in Kaneohe, where we saw a catatonic woman seated in a chair, not moving or blinking.  We also spoke to a young woman, who was there  because she had attempted suicide.  She showed us the scars on her two wrists.

Waimano Home and Hospital in Pearl City is now defunct and has been abandoned.  But, the State Hospital in Kaneohe still exists.

Those 6 weeks during the summer of 1966 were enlightening.  I went on to graduate from the University of Hawaii with a BA in Sociology in 1968.

University of Hawaii, 1964-1968

March 5, 2018


This is my photo of Kennedy Theater, located on the University of Hawaii campus.


When I was admitted to the University of Hawaii in 1964, I was invited to take a placement test to see if I could waive freshman English.  The test consisted of two essay questions regarding two pieces of literature.  I passed the test and did not have to take freshman English.  Instead, I took World Literature and Shakespeare and a writing class.  My English professors liked my writing.

However, I decided not to major in English at the University of Hawaii, because social science was far more interesting.  I majored in Sociology and minored in Psychology.  I remember writing a term paper on Jimmy Hoffa and the Labor Union, for which I got an “A.”  I also remember studying Developmental Psychology and Abnormal Psychology. Both courses focused on the development of the brain from birth through adulthood and the different types of mental illness.

I had a good education at the University of Hawaii and have pleasant memories of my academic experience.  I graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in 1968, toured the world by myself, taught English in Thailand, and enrolled at Columbia University in New York City to study Musicology.

And here I am:  a retired legal assistant, trained violinist, published author, and retired radio commentator.

Simple life vs complicated life

March 3, 2018


Photo of me in an orange gown, attending a wedding reception for my Thai students in Bangkok, Thailand.  I was 23 years old and taught English for ten months in 1969.


When I married David, he was just a kid, whereas I was a thousand years old.  He had never worked in a foreign country or on the mainland.  I had worked in Thailand, California, and New York.  He was just a kid, working in Hawaii and still residing with his parents.  So naïve and innocent.

But, I don’t regret marrying David.  His simple, uncomplicated life is so much better than my complicated, messy life.

It’s nice to be married to a stable man, who has a clear vision of what’s right and what’s wrong.  Not many women can say that about their husband.