I photo'd up 20 things to list last night then after listing 10 of them realized it was 6AM and I should wind down and get some sleep.
I did a little practice. Practicing when I've taken care of all other responsibilities and am tired out is not optimum.
I had a weird dream where things had become how the gun manufacturers want them to be. Guns, guns, everywhere. You had to carry a gun or you just weren't with the times. Society was miserable but there were guns for sale everywhere. There were display cases like you see jewelry and sunglasses in, but with guns and ammo and associated things instead. I was wearing my Glock, of course, trying to at least be subtle with it under my shirt. I was going into a store - guns etc were sold at all stores - to, I think, buy a gun for Ken as a birthday or surprise gift.
It's a good hot one today and at least I was going to send a motor off to a guy who needed it ASAP. He messaged me today to cancel the order as he was going to just get a new one locally - he needed it for his HVAC system and it was "too hot" to wait.
So I stayed in and was able to keep it as cool as 85 in here. I checked the Honolulu weather and it's cooler than here by a degree anyway. Here, one has to have winter, spring/fall, and summer clothes. There it's one set of clothes and that's it.
The Lahaina situation continues. 99 official deaths and they've only just gotten started - it's being likened to a modern Pompeii. It appears there's only one way to survive something like that and that would have been to get out a day or two ahead, decide you really feel like going camping on the windward, wet, side of the island. You'd have to be really jumpy to do that for what everyone was making out to be a routine small grass fire or two.
I'm thinking that being jumpy is the only way to go, though. I look at the backpack I got to travel with, a nice dull Prussian blue color, and thank myself for getting it and not the rather garish "Cotopaxi" pack I was considering. It looks like anything any local blalah might have saved over from high school or community college.
I thought more about Pat and his 5 cats, and my older sister who I don't think has that many but doubtless has at least a couple. The closest thing to a bond I ever had with any animal was that I was really into birds, especially their ability to fly. I guess the adults picked up on that as we ended up with a pet parrot that was officially mine. All the poor thing did was live in her (we think) cage. Looking back I wish I'd pushed to let that poor bird have as much freedom as possible. I could get away with a lot if I pushed at it.
It's also probably why I ended up being a member of the Audubon Society - the only impoverished member likely, of this decidedly upper-middle-class institution. I've realized that I love birds, birds and bugs, those are my buddies. I even looked up the Hawaii Audubon Society and will probably join once I'm back and have a stable address.
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