Today was a simple day. I went to Bikram. I went to the car wash. I stopped at Costco for gas. I came home and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned in anticipation of Damon, Cylin, and August’s arrival.
I heard My Funny Valentine on the radio. That is how I felt about Mike. I don’t think anyone thought of him as a stud, but he was the most attractive, desirable man I knew, and he made me smile with my heart. And every day was Valentine’s Day. Even at the worst moments in our marriage, he told me I was beautiful and loved me every day.
Mike and I once gave a speech at a Canaan class, a class for Catholics planning to marry. I told them that he said wonderful things to me every day. Actually, I started my speech with, “You may not know it, but I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.” No one laughed. I followed with, “ At least that’s what Mike tells me every day.” Still, no one laughed. Then I said, “I’d be willing to pay him to say that to me every day.” Finally laughter. The point was: say something positive to your mate every day. You may not always feel it, but it carries you through the dry times in your marriage.
Damon’s plane was supposed to come in at 3 pm. At 2 pm, he called to tell me he was in. I was in the middle of washing the kitchen floor, and I hadn’t showered yet. They took an Uber from the airport. I was showered and dressed by the time they arrived, but the living room was still in disarray mode for cleaning purposes.
Damon took over. The boxes and bags with stuff to be sorted were shoved into a corner I had just washed for that purpose. Damon vacuum the now exposed floor and rug. Mike would have had a shitfit to have a guest come into our home when it was in disarray and clean it up himself, even his son. Me, not so much. I loved it.
We all went to Kua Bay, Damon, and August’s favorite beach. It was Mike’s, too. It is beautiful but dangerous. They have lifeguards there now. When one passed us, I asked questions: How many people had they saved? Five last week. Two drownings and several spinal injuries. The shore break at Kua is very dangerous, and people are often slammed into the ground by the waves. He said these waters were dangerous unless they were completely calm. This didn’t thrill Cylin, who had always worried about her boys boogie boarding at Kua. I asked him what the safest beach was for boogie boarding. He told us, but I can’t remember the name. I do know it’s one south of the Mauna Kea hotel. Damon knows the name.
August had a solution to the problems I was having with the blog; register with a different blog site. We were on blogger.com. This site limits the number of entries you can easily find. August said this other site offers a table of contents that allows the reader to find whatever entry they want to see. We still have to discuss if it would be better to post the entries by the day, the week, or the month. I didn’t know what would be the most user-friendly.
As it winds up, the site I was on was just the site he had recommended renamed. Blog Spot had either merged with blogger.com, or it was renamed. Then he had to figure out how to get the entries archived. He did it—something to do with choosing the right theme.
He also showed me how to download the audio files, so the tracks play sequentially without clicking on each track. You go to bandcamp.com. When you are on my site, you click on the pay for the album. Only you put in $0.00. It still allows you to download the album to your computer.
Damon and Cylin went out to have dinner with Yvette and Josh. Damon and Yvette have known each other since he was three and she was six. They made a profound connection right away. They haven’t remained as close as they were as young children, but they consider each other as cousins. Apparently, they talk about me behind my back. Sounds good to me.
Cylin brought food home for me from the restaurant they ate in. I had had a salad earlier to tide me over. They didn’t bring me the poke I asked for. Instead, they got the dish Josh had, which looked particularly good.
When I spoke to Brenda earlier in the day, she told me that I didn’t have to bring plywood to cover the gravesite until we got a headstone because Fr. Lio would take care of that. She said, “Just bring Deacon and flowers.” Flowers? Never thought of that. I don’t really like formal arrangements or the ones I do like are much too expensive. I text Brenda that I would pass on the flowers. Then I decided I would grab some from my garden. That pleased me. I hope I remember tomorrow morning.
The Ross family was tired after their flight and the time change. Everyone went to bed.
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