A red letter day

 I was up a bit before 9 which was good. Ken had come by last night, we'd talked about tons of things, I got my check which I told him I may or may not deposit this week due to the rain, and before Ken came by I'd gotten 10 large things all photographed and ready to list. 

After Ken left it was close to midnight and I went to bed a bit after 1. 

I checked my email and there was an email from yet another friend back in Hawaii, to whom I'd written that letter. It had traveled to his house that quickly! And email, which is kind of dodgy these days, was working in our favor and I got an email from him, saying he's glad I remembered him and he's looking forward to seeing me once I'm back in Hawaii. 

Now this friend, whom I'll call AA, isn't a ding dong. Pat, over on the Big Island, was a bit of a ding dong when I knew him back in the 80s, and I was hoping had kind of matured out of being a ding dong as he aged, but apparently he never matured. He'd inherited the big money he'd talked about, and had managed to piss it all away in a fairly short number of years, and is now living in the big trouble spot on the Big Island and is just as ding-y as ever. Lately he's not even sending emails and I have no idea what the "silent treatment" is all about and frankly, it would not benefit me to know or even hear from him again. I don't plan to be an aging hippie on Welfare on the Big Island's "wild East" and die because I looked at some local meth dealer wrong so frankly if I don't hear from him again, no loss. 

My Honolulu friend, the crazy conspiracy theory nut, is likewise being very quiet. And is also useless. He won't even let me pay him to rent a room at his place, and I think as he circles the drain due to bad health - self-imposed I might add - and the big evul government takes his houses and stuff, he's going to feel smug and justified, just like those idiots dying of covid who's say with their literal last breath that covid's not real. 

But AA isn't a ding dong. He was in charge of big things when I knew him and apparently is now. He's got a house in a good, if a bit car-dependent, neighborhood on Oahu, and if anyone knows of someone who's got a room to rent at least as a place to "land" when I arrive back home, he will. At the very least I'll have him as a reference.