Sunset scene . . . sunset book . . .

I went this afternoon with daughter Sara and other friends to see a dance performance by many groups and age levels . . in preparation for the annual Merry Monarch dance competition. It was given on the stage at the Kamehameha school, a large and lovely school campus set aside by the queen for the education of Hawaiian children. As we left the building at the end of the show we were stunned by the sunset. It was unusual because we were rather high on the side of a mountain so we looked down on the scene. But something else was a cause for the strange picture we saw.  It was the haze we’ve been having from time to time. It’s called vog, and it is much like smog and caused by eruptions of the volcano on the island of Hawaii. It only happens on certain days. It comes and goes as the wind changes. It seemed to almost blur the beautiful colors as the sun slowly . . then suddenly . .slipped beyond the rim of the ocean.

I have ten days before I leave. So you can know winter is over when Doris Markland comes home. It has been a quiet winter. I’ve been out and about some but much of the time I’ve been writing and I think I now may have a second book put together. Now looking for a design for the cover. Can you imagine what a hard decision that is? This book is a collection of brief pieces I have written in the past year, rather thoughtful stuff, I guess, because when you grow old you try to figure out if you learned anything while you were here.

Funniest thing I saw this week on Facebook was a cartoon. A mouse comes to his door at the base of the wall. Two mice are standing there, with a book or pamphlet in hand, and they say, “We have come to talk to you about cheeses.”  I laughed right out loud, and I still laugh when I think about it. I do so love puns.

Fireworks on a lovely evening . . . . .

Late this afternoon in honor of a special day here there was a very long parade right down there in front of my place, and after dark a wonderful fireworks. I’m not sure which celebration it was as they have so many of them here.

See the railing in this picture? That is the railing of my lanai. I sat there this evening and watched the fireworks. How fortunate I am, as an old lady, that entertainment is brought right to where I am.

I have had a quiet peaceful winter. My daughter is here and we do things together now and then. But most of the time I have been working on my second book. When I return home I expect to contact the publisher with the intent to publish if they believe it is good enough. There is a time factor of course, because of my age, but I am still active and healthy and we’ll hope it stays that way through all the editing and work that goes into publishing.

I have a reservation to fly out of Honolulu on April 5 and return home on the 6th. I do hope the winter snows are gone and we’re ready for spring. Well, I’m ready, aren’t you? Our area is so beautiful in the spring. In fact, I thought it was unusually beautiful all of last year, everything so green and vibrant and full of color. We’ll hope for rain at just the right times and in the right amounts and plenty of sunshine.

 

Still young in Honolulu . . both of us . . . . .

elvis-and-me

After a pleasant dinner oceanside, on the ground level of the Aloha Tower, I went for a stroll and who should I run into but Elvis. He looked young, considering that he is, would be, 83. Still to me, 83 is young.

You may remember the Aloha Tower if you’ve been to Honolulu. It is a tall welcoming tower located where the cruise ships dock. It is part of a lovely building that used to have interesting shops. Now, oddly as it seems to me, this building was purchased and made into a college or university. Plenty of rooms for classes and for students, and it’s very nice. The tower still serves its purpose, however, to greet visitors to the island.

From small to capital letters . . . . .

Elks Club Table

Another report from Honolulu. You may find it amusing that local people  and also guests from other countries cannot have their dinner here at the Elks Club in Honolulu, if they are not Elks. Only Elks members can eat here and bring their guests to enjoy the one place closest to the water and in the perfect spot to watch the sunset and the then the lights coming on all along the Waikiki shore.

Honolulu has become a bit ritzy, with the old International Marketplace (where we used to buy shells and t-shirts and muumuus and jewelry) now a fancy smantsy center for places like Sacs Fifth Avenue, etc. In fact, the stores all along Waikiki are designer shops, places where I’ve never shopped and I don’t even know their names. I’m so small town from a fly-over state.

Yet, the hotsy totsy wealthy from every country and even from Honolulu itself, cannot enjoy the friendly atmosphere, the gorgeous views, the food and friendship of the Elks Club if they are not members. When I go there I find the place full of not only local members, but people from places like Norfolk, Nebraska, and Madison, Wisconsin, and Ames, Iowa, etc. We are among the “in crowd” and there it is easy to all be friends.

Not that there’s any real  importance in that observation. But it’s interesting.

Here is a poem I wrote this week for my new book, now almost finished:

 

Renewing my Alpha Bet

I may be stupid

but I never had this dream

of wanting to be somebody.

It seemed remote to me

because I realized I already

was somebody.

Then someone told me

no, you want to be

SOMEBODY.

And then I had a glimpse

of what it means to

live a life of equal

to my betters

all because I switched

from small to

capital letters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From any angle, would look and taste so sweet . . . .

Pineapple

pineapple 2

Did you know you could remove the top from the pineapple and plant it to grow another pineapple? Here is one plant that my daughter grew in her small garden space in Hawaii. In fact it is the third one she has grown . . the other two she ate and they were delicious. Isn’t it amazing how much one can do to brighten his life, with little cost, with little space, and a little ingenuity?

Garden plants

 

 

 

 

A sketch of my life . . . . .

 

I am in Paradise again, for the winter, and of course it is beautiful here, as always. Yet year after year I manage to dream up some little flaw to color my experience. This year it was a visit to the Urgent Care Center because my leg had turned bright red. I knew at .once it was cellulitis, a rather serious condition, because it happened to me once before.

I was lucky to miss being sent to the hospital and ended up at home on antibiotics . . and on the couch with my leg up on pillows. Not too bad for watching TV, but with the TV climate right now I didn’t find that an uplifting place to be. So I found I could write with my computer on top of my lower abdomen and I wrote a couple of new pieces for the book, which is finally shaping up.

I had signed up for a class in sketching, right next door in a community center. I had bought a small sketching kit and the class was to be yesterday. But of course I couldn’t go. Today the leg has improved. I went out to the lanai where I could still elevate my leg. I took my tablet and some sketching pencils and decided I would draw what I saw in front of me. I actually made a few strokes on paper and then I thought “Are you out of your mind? In front of you is the ocean, the beach, lots of trees, a big church, a big hotel, 2 streets full of traffic, a swimming pool, a tennis court, and way to the left a large park and, finally, Diamondhead.. And you, Doris Markland, don’t even know how to draw a leaf.”

I guess that is a lesson that some of us have to learn over and over. I remember the first meal I cooked for my husband. Gene and I were just engaged. I was living in someone’s home, where I had my own bedroom and bath, and that was all. The landlady told me I could use her kitchen for some special occasion. And this was it. I would cook a meal for my husband-to-be. Some years before I had done some cooking at home but I don’t remember that I planned and cooked an entire meal.

Now I learned there’s an art to planning things that taste good together, that can be done about the same time, and that your guest might enjoy. Furthermore I was in someone else’s kitchen and I didn’t know where things were.

But I got through it, and Gene said the meal was wonderful. It wasn’t. The pork chops were tough, the escalloped potatoes not quit done, and the creamed carrots were lumpy.

In retrospect I wondered why I hadn’t started a little smaller. I could have made him a sandwich.

Still, when you age and find time going by you so swiftly, you are more likely to jump into something and give it a try. What do you have to lose? So I’ll sketch next week, and for starters it will probably be a leaf..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Again . . . fun with puns . . . 2016

words-copy

 

As always, I am absolutely fascinated with wordplay, and it is so especially appropriate during a holiday vacation time when we love to laugh and have fun with friends and relatives. Happy New Year to all of you !

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Once again, the Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly neologism contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words . . .and the winners are:

  1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.
  1. Flabbergasted (adj.) appalled over how much weight you have gained
  1. Abdicate (v.) to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4.Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.

  1. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.
  1. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
  1. Lymph (v.) to walk with a lisp.
  1. Gargoyle (n.) gross olive-flavored mouthwash.
  1. Flatulance (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
  1. Balderdash (n.), A rapidly receding hairline.
  1. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
  1. Pokkemon (n.), a Rastafarian proctologist.

13.Circumvent (n) an opening in the front of  boxer shorts worn by Jewish              men.

14. Frisbeetarianism (n.), (back by popular demand):  The belief that when             you die your soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

 

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