Changing Reality

My kids are not fond of how AI is able to change reality. They fear that you don't know what to believe anymore.

However, when our friend, Dave showed me how much ChatGPT can do, sigh... I just couldn't resist.

I thought I'd do a spoof post about how Trump had turned himself into a Jesus like figure.

I took this photo of Art and me from our trip to Hokkaido in February and turned ourselves into angels.

It turned out great except that it gave both of us just one wing.

I texted it to Tif and she was not amused. 

So I fixed it and made sure to put two wings on both of us.

I then suddenly got a call from Tiffany and she was NOT happy. 

"What do you have to be to turn into angels?" she asked.

"Oooohhhh...." 

I said it was just to write a blog post about the Trump Jesus photo.

She was still not happy.

Sooo.. I sent her this photo of us as Buddhist priests.

She said it was better, but she still wasn't thrilled with AI.

Soooooooo.... I sent this photo to my two favorite cousins on Kauai.

Lorna said, "You need to remove Art's glasses." 😄

So I did.

And then texted it to them, but now it didn't look like Art at all anymore.

Then Holly said, "OMG! Too funny! Can you remove hair on both of you?"

So I did.

My grandfather was a zen priest in Japan. I wonder what he'd say if he saw this photo.

Hmmmm....

Ooops! He might not be amused. Then again, he did have a marvelous sense of humor.

Technology is like a runaway horse now.

There were a LOT of articles last month about Trump putting himself and a bunch of men in front a champion women's sports team who were being honored at the White House.

This picture was from the Guardian newsletter.

So quite a number of people must have used a website like ChatGPT to make photos like this to show how it should have been done.

But this one really made me laugh.

Feeling Really SICK!

Mom had been coughing a little each morning last week which I figured was just post-nasal drip. Well... last Friday, it was suddenly really bad so my brother, Dennis said he would come and take us both to Kaiser hospital to have her checked out. I'd called Kaiser and was surprised to get an appointment for her with a doctor.

The young doctor was fabulous as well as her nurse. A chest X-ray had been ordered by the time we got to Kaiser so we took her right in to the radiologist.

We then went for our appointment with Dr. G-- 

She said the X-ray showed emphysema on her right lung and ordered a nebulizer treatment for her.

After checking all her vitals and symptoms, Dr. G-- ordered a whole bunch of medications to use with instructions. 

I had to create a spreadsheet to keep track of what I was giving her.

And on Saturday, a nebulizer machine was also delivered. It was a surprise that it came so quickly.

But you know what?

After a couple of days of medications, her coughs had improved substantially so we didn't even have to use the nebulizer. 

The doctor had said it would be good to just have it available for the next time.

Dennis came over on Sunday and did the Albuterol Sulfate inhalation aerosol with her.

Art and I had done it with her the night before but couldn't get the concept down to have her inhale the spray through her mouth. 

Dennis had experience doing this with his kids so it wasn't a big deal for him. He just held her mouth closed and pinched her nose. 😄 It never occurred to me to do this.

Whatever the case, mom was well enough to go to her day care by Monday. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to go. She totally loves going there and seeing her friends and having all the activities around her. She doesn't remember it, but just loves the feeling of being there.

But would you believe that on Friday night after taking mom to Kaiser, I started coughing! Arrghh! I had very little sleep due to my coughing.

And on Saturday night, the coughing was so severe that I got NO sleep and my ears were hurting horribly from the pressure build up.

Dennis watched over mom on Sunday morning while Art took me to the Tripler Hospital ER.

This was the first time that the ER was almost empty.

Everyone there was super kind. I was taken to get a chest X-ray and they did a nose swab test for every kind of COVID, etc. they could assess.

I was then given just these three medications. In other words, Tylenol, Allegra and Mucinex.

When I checked the military website later I saw that I tested negative for everything except human rhinovirus/enterovirus. I sent this to my son who works in the medical field and he said, "So... a cold."

A cold? A cold??? I feel horrible! And this is just a cold?!? I looked it up on ChatGPT and this is what it said:

“There is no specific antiviral medication routinely used for most cases of human rhinovirus or non-polio enterovirus infections. These viruses usually cause common cold–type illnesses, and treatment is mainly supportive:

* Rest

* Fluids

* Acetaminophen or ibuprofen for fever/body aches

* Cough medicine, honey, humidifier, saline spray, etc.

Antibiotics do not work against these viruses unless there is a separate bacterial infection.

Most people improve within about 1–2 weeks, though coughs can linger longer.

Because your chest X-ray did not show pneumonia or another acute lung problem, that is reassuring. However, you should contact your doctor if you develop:

* Shortness of breath

* High fever

* Chest pain

* Wheezing

* Dehydration

* Symptoms lasting or worsening beyond expected recovery

If you are older, immunocompromised, or have lung disease (asthma/COPD), your doctor may sometimes prescribe treatments aimed at symptoms, such as inhalers or steroids, depending on your condition.”

I have not gotten badly sick since 2016 (I'm not counting vertigo). I know this because I write everything on my blog.😂

And it looks like this infection can last between 1-2 weeks!!!! 

I was wondering why I had gotten so much sicker than mom. My daughter suggested it's because mom is exposed to more germs on the Handi-Van and at the daycare while Art and I are so super careful, wearing our masks whenever we go shopping and traveling.

Ah well...

OK, so I have a cold. A really bad cold, mind you, but a cold. 😏

Skyline with Mom

Our friends, Dave and Diane had suggested going on the Skyline train system for fun last year. I wrote about that fun experience. 

I can actually see the Skyline train going by from my window and remember the fun of that day.

A friend of mine who lost her mom a year or two ago mentioned at the funeral how they'd gotten special permission to take their mom on the Skyline before it was even opened to the public.

The Skyline has been operating at a loss for quite a while now. I can often see through the windows of the train that there are still very few people riding.

Since we had an errand to run in Kapolei which is about the end of the line Art suggested taking mom for a ride.

I took mom on the escalator to get to the overpass from the parking lot. There are extremely few parking lots at the train stops which was a HUGE mistake.

From the overpass level, we found an elevator to get to the boarding level.

Once on the train, Art placed mom at the front so she could see everything. However, I saw right away that she was too short and couldn't see much.

So I moved her to a side seat where she could look out more easily.

She loved seeing the beautiful scenery in front of the Waianae Mountain Range.

But what was especially exciting for her was to see Waipahu where she used to live and where I actually grew up. She recognized the sugar cane mill smoke stack right away.

We rode the train all the way to the end of the line at Middle Street and stayed on the train to go all the way back to Kapolei. The entire trip took a little over an hour.

However, as we were going down the elevator to the overpass level I asked mom how she enjoyed the train ride.

She was puzzled, looked at me with a frown and said (in Japanese), "We're on an elevator. We're not on a train."

I told her she was on the train just a minute ago, but it didn't register.

So we stood on the overpass and showed her the next train coming to the stop.

We then showed her all the photos we took on the train and she seemed to remember some of it again.

The other problem with the train system is that there are no bathrooms available so we had mom select her lunch and headed home to enjoy it there.

I showed her the photos again later to help her remember.

But now... as I look at the train going pass my window... sigh...

It's more a bittersweet memory.

Losing Your Parent by Death or Dementia

We were seated with our friends, Dave and Diane after our usual Friday mall walk. They always kindly listen to all the difficulties and angst we are experiencing with my mother as we seem to slowly lose the mother I once knew.

Recently, Dave asked a question that resonated with me later that day. He asked, "Do you think it's harder to lose your parent this way or as a young child as I did when I lost my mom when I was 12 years old?" 

I knew he'd lost his mom early in life but didn't know exactly when that was.

It reminded me of that year when three grieving boys were placed in my 1st grade class in the late 1990's. Charlie had lost his mom. Robin had lost his dad. Stephen had lost his older sister the year before. Charlie and Robin's tragedies were sudden and had happened the summer before school started.

I did not know what to expect. I could only love them which I did. I was told then that young boys who lose their mothers are more severely impacted than girls. I suspect that's because girls might feel they can show their feelings more than boys who think they need to repress them.

Interestingly, Stephen was able to cry and we could comfort him and get some social work help so he could cope with his feelings. But Robin only teared up once when a video during a reading lesson reminded him of his dad. Charlie asked me the day before if he could share his mother's bracelet at our "Show and Tell" session. I was glad he felt he was now comfortable enough to share a piece of his mom's jewelry. You can imagine my surprise when it turned out to be his mother's wristband from the ER where she had passed away. But he told us about it without any tears. I know his dad remarried a few years later. I still think about him and wonder how he is.

The PTA had even planted a garden for the boys' losses.

And now here I am... back to Dave. He is one of the kindest, most empathetic, caring guys around. He has friends everywhere and I know Art loves spending time with him. He has two much older sisters who love him and had brothers as well in a close knit family. Perhaps that makes all the difference. And perhaps that's what makes him so caring of others.

I often wonder about all the children I had in my first grade class. I still smile remembering when one student, then in high school came to my room later in the day, smiled teasingly and said, "Wow... you're still here in the same room. They never promoted you, hunh?"

Grubby Clothing

I've worn this same light jacket in Hawaii for ... I forget how long. Well, the other day I looked at it carefully and saw this.

Seriously? The back of the sleeve attaching to the body was ripped. What the heck! When could that have happened? 

I use this very light jacket all the time during cooler weather. Actually it was a longer jacket that probably ripped at the bottom so I just cut it off and sewed it up. Same for the sleeves. 😕 I know I've had this for decades. I bought it at Land's End in the Clearance section. You can tell by the ripped label.

No, don't feel sorry for me. 

I've got lots of other little jackets. But the ripped one was just right. 

Sigh... Do you have clothing that you wear even though it should be thrown away?

Stupid, Mean Thing to Do

I'm sure you've all seen this in the news about the man throwing a large rock at a Hawaiian monk seal. I was surprised to see it was even in the BBC news. It's also been on our local news constantly since it happened.

Local people here are furious that a male tourist from Seattle, walking along the beach with a significant other decided to do this very stupid, cruel thing. He barely missed hitting the seal within inches.

I got this from the State of Hawaii Division of Aquatic Resources website:

Hawaiian monk seals are among the most endangered marine mammals in the world. They are listed as endangered under the Endangered Species Act (ESA) and the International Union for Conservation Nature (IUCN). 

But I'm wondering WHAT in the world motivated him to do this. People in Hawaii are angry and want him held accountable and prosecuted. 

I think it's awesome that Kaylee, a young teenager saw this happening, recorded and reported it to the authorities. 

I keep wondering why. Why do people think hurting a living thing is the thing to do.

I think too about that school that was bombed in Iran.

On February 28, 2026, a missile strike destroyed the Shajareh Tayyebeh Elementary School in Minab, Hormozgan province, southern Iran, killing over 150 people, primarily schoolgirls aged 7–12, along with teachers and parents. Multiple reports, including investigations by Amnesty International, indicate the strike was part of a joint U.S.-Israeli military operation.

There's not a whole lot said about this now. Maybe it bothers me even more since I'm a retired teacher of 6-7 year olds.

Apparently, it wasn’t an intentional hit by the US and Israel. They made a (oops!) mistake due to outdated information. But does it make it OK?

Right now... my anger is with people who think it's OK or justified to hurt or kill others... human beings or a defenseless animal.

Wedding Gowns Through the Generations

I was looking through photos and came across this 1991 video of our high school age daughter wearing my wedding gown. We must have found it in the attic and I had her try it on. 

Besides, who knows? Maybe she could wear it some day. She was wearing it over her t-shirt. 

As I recall, she wasn't impressed. Notice Tiffany's fake smile.

I'd told her that "Aunt" Diane had borrowed and worn it at her wedding. And she looked beautiful! 

Uuummm... Tif still didn't seem impressed. 

This was me in the wedding gown.

I do recall Tif taking me to the store to see the gown she'd already chosen for her wedding in 2002.

I guess she knew our tastes were different and did not ask for my opinion.

I remember thinking... Gosh... bare arms and shoulders?

Well... that's OK. She did look beautiful.

And here's my mother's wedding outfit.

I guess each generation has its own style. 

I wonder what my granddaughter, KC's wedding dress will be like when her time comes.

That should be interesting.

My Very Cool Cellphone Stand

I'm so happy with this little white cellphone stand that I had to share it with you.

There are evenings when I'm charging my phone behind me while I'm on the computer and I'd have to go over and unplug it if someone calls or texts me. Yes, I'm lazy.

I've had several cellphone stands.

That black rubber one is worthless. The base is just too small and it rocks. I think it was free.

I bought that purple one at a dollar store in California years ago and actually really like it. 

However, when I saw that white one on Amazon for less than $10 for two of them (during their spring sale)... I had to get it because you can charge your phone while it's on the stand.

So now I can have it charging while I'm on the computer. I do have to remember not to keep it charging all the time though because I've read it's not good for the battery life.

And the other great thing is that I can even put my iPad on it when we're having a video chat with our daughter in Chicago and son in some other part of the world.

I'm happy. 😁

Keeping Sam's Club Salad From Rotting

 OK... I've gotten lazy in my... ahem... more advanced age. 

I buy the prewashed salad from Sam's Club or Costco. However, it's a lot of salad and it goes bad within 3 days or so. Very frustrating. It's seems there's always moisture in the container which rots a lot of the leaves.

So then I wondered...

What if I stick a sheet of paper towel in there. Would it absorb the moisture?

Th

I couldn't believe it! 

It did. We've been able to eat the entire container before it rotted. The paper towel did absorb quite a bit of the moisture and kept the salad from going bad.

I'm so excited about this that I just had to let you know. 😃

POSTSCRIPT: Darn!

Granted yesterday was the 6th day since we bought the salad, and there must have been too much moisture at the bottom of the salad. There were some greens that I had to throw out. Shucks!

Riding on Animals

I thought I'd write this blog post after talking to some tour buddies from the island of Molokai during our February trip to Hokkaido. I mentioned how I'd ridden a mule down to Kalaupapa where victims of Hansen's Disease (Leprosy) were once sent. Our tour friends told us that the mule rides were no longer offered to Kalaupapa. 

We'd taken mom there along with my brother to see the social hall that her father had worked to raise funds to build for Buddhist victims who were exiled there. I wrote a post about the experience in 2012.

https://travelerswife.blogspot.com/2012/11/kalaupapa-memories.html

My brother took mom to Kalaupapa by plane. Art hiked and we met at the isolated settlement at the bottom.

The photo above was taken after the building was built and the bottom is from 2012 of mom and our guide, Norman.

Everyone seems to know Father Damien who was at Kalaupapa for 16 years, died after contracting Hansen's Disease and made a saint in 2009. 

I know my grandfather would be happy to know that Hawaii's Governor Green this year, proclaimed April 27th as Brother Dutton day. 

Brother Joseph Dutton worked at Kalaupapa for 44 years and my grandfather really respected him. When I visited my grandfather in 1970, he told me what a great man he felt Brother Dutton was.

And I just can't help repeating what my zen priest grandfather told me when I asked what he thought the best religion was. He said, "There is no best religion. It's what a person does with his/her religion that makes it the best." And Brother Dutton certainly made it the best for him and the patients he cared for.

Anyway, here I am on the mule I rode. Art took this shot on the trail. I can see why they came up with the idiom "stubborn as a mule." My mule just wanted to eat the bushes along the way. The mule driver told me I should hit the mule but I just couldn't, so he'd come up behind me and tap the mule's rump.

And then there was that donkey ride in 2007 from Luxor, Egypt to the Valley of the Kings. I was worried about that little donkey carrying my weight. He was a good little donkey and not stubborn at all. It was about a mile and a half ride and we got to see the tomb of King Tut.

I do remember where one of the donkeys started trotting away really quickly with one of the girls on the trip. Our guide had to chase after her to get them back to us.

We also went to Petra, Jordan in 2007. I guess they call camels the ship of the desert because they're used to transport supplies over sand. As I rode on that camel, I thought it was because all that swaying could make you seasick.

Here we are in 2014 getting a ride at Maetaman Elephant Camp in Thailand.

That was quite comfortable actually and a lot of fun.

We also rode an oxcart in Thailand. We really enjoyed that trip visiting Vietnam, Cambodia, and Thailand. After leaving that tour, we visited our son who was doing research in Bangladesh. 

And speaking of Vietnam. This is where an animal rode on me instead.

You know what? It just occurred to me that I've never ridden a horse.

That's OK. 

I think I've experienced enough riding on or by animals. I'll stick to regular vehicles from now on.