Restaurant Review: Shige's Saimin Stand

Several people have recommended Shige's Saimin Stand in Wahiawa to us in the past.  On Thursday we finally decided to try it after our Tai Chi class.

So what is saimin?  I got this from Wikipedia:
"Saimin is a noodle dish unique to Hawaii.   Inspired by Japanese udon, Chinese mein, and Filipino pancit, saimin was developed during Hawaii's plantation era. It is a soup dish of soft wheat egg noodles served in hot dashi garnished with green onions. Kamaboko, Char siu, sliced Spam, linguiça, and nori may be added, among other additions."

When we first moved to Chicago, I was really disappointed that we couldn't find saimin anywhere.... not in Chinatown or any of the Asian type restaurants.  Ramen came closest, but it still wasn't the perfect Hawaii type saimin that we loved.

OK... I know it's not the best thing for me to eat.  It's carbs. That's why I ordered the small bowl while Art ordered the large.

I ordered the vegetable saimin so there wasn't any char siu...shucks!  I like having that one slice of char siu (roast pork).

However, the saimin was great.  The noodles were different from Shiro's or Zippy's.  It was more old style, flatter.

 This saimin stand reminded me very much of Art's small family restaurant on the Big Island.  It was nostalgic for Art too.  He says their restaurant was smaller, but they served ice cream, sundaes, floats and malts too. 

Here's Art behind the counter of their restaurant-fountain.

It was a very marginal business but his parents scrimped and saved to send Art and his sister to colleges on the mainland.

Anyway, back to Shige's before I got distracted.

It was pretty darn good.  We went very early around 11:00 and there were still empty seats.  By the time we left, it was crowded with people.  The prices were reasonable and we could see that it was a real haven for local people.


I'm going back again!  I want to try their teri beef burger or maybe their fried saimin.  If we go there after the Aloha Run, I wouldn't feel so guilty.

Ahhh.... something to work towards!

How to Cook Opihi

opihi sorted by size

Art's cousin gave us some frozen opihi (limpet) a while ago... a LOT of opihi.  We didn't want to tell him that we had no idea how to prepare them.  Everybody in Hawaii knows what opihi are.  They cling to rocks on the shoreline and they say everybody knows somebody who died while trying to collect some to eat.  Opihi are difficult to get these days and expensive so we were really touched to receive this special gift.

The shells are beautiful and can be polished to make lovely jewelry.  I think I still have a necklace made from an opihi shell.  You can see some seaweed still growing on the backs of the shells.

My brother, Dennis and husband, Art

We called my brother, Dennis to come and help us figure out what to do.  I was afraid to touch the opihi for fear of ruining any of this precious supply.  We were disappointed that my sister-in-law, Nancy couldn't come because she wasn't feeling well.

Dennis felt that grilling the opihi with a dollop of butter, garlic, pepper and garlic salt was the way to go.

Art wanted to do a Sumiso dressing using a recipe he found online.
(1 Tbsp. white miso, 2 tsp. sugar, 2 Tbsp. rice vinegar, 1 Tbsp. sake and 1/2 tsp. soy sauce)

Mom found another miso recipe that she thought would be better and did things her way.  There was MORE than enough opihi for everybody to experiment with.

I kept going outside to check on Dennis' grilling.  He grilled the opihi shell-side down with a bit of his butter concoction in each shell.  Hot off the grill, it was scrumptious!  I already declared his the best without trying the others'.  I kept going out to nibble on more.

Butter makes everything taste good!  It wasn't easy to grill them because when the butter dripped on the coals, it flared and sent sparks into the air.  Poor Dennis!

Meanwhile, Art decided to pour boiling water on the opihi as his sister, Kay suggested.  (Yes, her name is Kay also.) 

It worked.

The opihi slid right off the shell!

Then he tried dropping it in boiling water in a steamer and pulling it out quickly.  You could cook more at one time this way.

I put my camera down to help shuck the opihi from the shells.

These were the smaller ones.  I gave Dennis the bigger opihis for the grilling which was a good move.

We had a whole lot of opihi!

Mom's opihi with miso sauce

Mom's miso recipe was really delicious.  I have no idea what she put in it.

Art's recipe was also good.  In the end, we had to say they were all equally yummy.

Mom says the butter and garlic method made the opihi taste just like the escargot she had on our Alaskan cruise.  Actually, opihi are saltwater snails so it makes sense.

We also had some nishime (Japanese stew), a hamburger-long rice-bean sprout dish of Mom's, and a quinoa salad.

It was all quite an adventure and tomorrow, we'll have left overs!  Yae!

The Descendants

We've been hearing an awful lot about The Descendants in the news.  It was filmed on Oahu, the Big Island and Kauai starring George Clooney.  They say he deserves an Oscar nomination.

We went for the 11:30 AM matinee and there was a LONG line outside the theater.  We went home.  We went back at 2:15 PM and was happy to see that there weren't as many people.

Here's a little synopsis from Roger Ebert:

"The film opens with his thrill-loving wife Elizabeth (Patricia Hastie) in a boating accident off Waikiki Beach. Matt has been involved in land management; he holds the controlling share of his extended family's estate. Elizabeth has run their own family, raising their daughters: the teenager Alexandra (Shailene Woodley) and the younger Scottie (Amara Miller). Now Elizabeth is in a coma, and her living will instructs Matt to remove life support. Alexandra returns home from boarding school, and Matt becomes a single parent while also dealing with the King family's urgent desire to close the multi-million-dollar land deal."

 The first problem I had was to forget that was George Clooney on the screen.  He had to look more like an average Joe.  Well... average Joe, but really wealthy, land owner of Hawaiian ancestry type Joe who is haole and doesn't speak the local dialect. 

It is a testament to Clooney's acting ability that I was able to forget that he is a suave, super gorgeous movie STAR.  He did a fabulous job of making us believe that he was a tortured soul having to deal with a horrible situation.  I thought Shailene Woodley who played the part of the older daughter, Alex and Nick Krause who played her boyfriend, Sid created wonderful supporting roles.

Critics have said that Hawaii is the other starring character in this movie and it sure was.  Hawaii looked great, but it also looked more real.  I've always thought that the color in Hawaii 5-0 appear enhanced.  Everything seems to sparkle.  In this movie, Hawaii is what it is.  Granted most of the movie centers on the more wealthy parts of the island. 

However, putting aside the fact that this story is about a wealthier society family in Hawaii, the feelings, situations, family life are very universal.  We go through the journey with this family and ache with them.  We also laugh and care for them.

We left the theater feeling good about having gone to see it and judging by all the people who stayed to watch the credits, I think we all did.

Bad Memory!

Lately, I'm finding that I can't remember if I've taken my pill.  It's bad enough that I forget to take my cholesterol lowering drug, Lipitor, but I'm forgetting if I've taken my Levothyroxine  for my thyroid in the morning.  This is a problem because both my thyroids have been removed and it's important to keep a precise level of thyroid hormone in my system. 

Now twice in a couple of weeks I goofed and took the Levothyroxine in the evening  instead of the Lipitor.  Good grief!

I've gotten several of those 7 day pill dispensers at the Senior Fair, but that wouldn't prevent me from taking the wrong pill so I found this handy, dandy pill dispenser with a compartment for morning and night.  I've seen Art checking it to see if I've taken my pill for the morning and evening.


It's really worked quite well.   I feel a peace of mind now that I won't take the wrong pill.  Granted I could still forget to take it completely.  That's why I've set it next to my computer since I always check my e-mail before I eat breakfast.  Then again, there was that morning we rushed out the door and I forgot to take my pill since I didn't go to the computer.

Sheesh!

2012 Great Aloha Run Sign Up

We've lived in Hawaii for three years now and we've done the Presidents Day Great Aloha Charity Run (Walk) three times.  In 2009, I walked with my friends, Diane and Dave.  In 2010, I walked with Art's cousin, Renee.  Last year I walked with Dave because poor Diane was ill.

Photo taken by Dave

This year, everyone I asked said they couldn't walk with me.  My brother has gout and everybody else has knee problems or other health issues.  Art is planning to run (of course).  He always does and wanted me to do the walk so that I would get out there and train for it. He was even willing to (heaven forbid) walk with me.

Sad, but true... I am a lazy exerciser and it takes all of Art's perseverance to get me to exert the energy to push myself to get in shape.

Well... I told Art I wouldn't be doing the Run/WALK because I sure as heck don't want to get up at 4:00 in the morning and walk 8+ miles by myself! And I didn't want him sacrificing his run for me.

The deadline for the early entry is this week and I was secretly, happily, relishing the thought of sleepily waving goodbye, or maybe just opening one eye, or maybe no eyes and just wave to Art when he left for the Aloha Run in February, 2012.

The phone rang today and I saw Art talking to someone.  Why was he looking so excited?  Did we win something?

Nope, it was cousin Renee!  She said that despite her sensitive knees, she wanted to try the Aloha Run and would train for it.  She said she'd even bring a cane or Nordic sticks to help her.   Aaaack!  What?  I don't get to sleep?  Did I tell you I'm not a morning person?  

But you know what?  I'm just so in awe of the fact that Renee is wanting to make this effort despite the challenges she'll have to deal with.  She's put me to shame.  I will be doing this because Art went straight to the computer and signed me up before anybody could change their mind.

I've put my brother on standby (to pick us up) in case either of us can't finish.  However, Renee says we're going to Finish no matter what.

Wow!  I'd better get out there and get myself in shape.

Our Memory Tree

Although Art was insisting on waiting to put up the tree until December 1st, he's caved in to the old adage, "Happy wife, happy life."

Opening the boxes of ornaments always brings back memories.  Here's a few.

A:  Homemade ornaments made by our children when they were little and our granddaughter.

B:  Tiffany bought this bulb from Home Depot to represent all our visits there for our ever continuing home renovation.

C:  A teeny hand knitted stocking from my elementary school friend, Mavis.

D:  Dated and engraved silver photo ornament of our daughter Tiffany and her family to remind us of their visit last year at Christmas.

E:  A handmade ornament from our son, Jon when he was in 1st grade.

F:  Art's Finisher Honolulu Marathon key rings from 2009 and 2010

G:  I was so proud of myself when I finally finished this ornament making sewing kit.

H:  My friend Joan went to Prague and brought these ornaments for everyone in our teachers group.

I:  The Colonel and his wife, Elizabeth were the neighbors across the street when we moved into the neighborhood in Illinois 36 years ago.  They welcomed us with open arms and watched over us like surrogate grandparents.  When Elizabeth died they left us some special memorabilia.  These little angels were one of them.  I think of this special couple whenever I see these angels.

J:  Dina from Jerusalem Hills Daily Photo gave this Israeli sandal to us about 30 years ago and I think of her whenever I see it.  I think of how we celebrated Hanukkah together whenever I see it.

K:  Like most teachers I have a lot of ornaments I received from children throughout the years.  I have their names on them to remind me of the special times we spent together.

Jon used to aggravate us every year by hanging those little angels around the house so that we'd find one after all the decorations had been put away.  Sometimes it'd be as late as summer when we'd spot one.  Now we put one up in an odd place just to remind us of his antics since he's in New Mexico and can't do it himself.

The tree is up!


We're ready... sort of... for the holidays!

Memories of a Home Long Gone

The first home we lived in was deep in the cane fields of Kunia.

Camp 56 or 57, someplace between Waipahu and Kunia

Then we moved to what was called Camp 56 (I think) or maybe 57.  It was along one side of a big road.  The other side was all cane fields.  We moved there so I could catch a bus to go to a school about five miles away.

I don't remember much.  I have such a poor memory.  I think I lived there from the time I was about 5 to perhaps 7 or 8.

I remember a stray black cat with mangled ears.  The kitchen in back was a separate structure away from the bedroom and living room connected by a small walkway.

There was a terrible accident one night.  A motorcyclist collided with a car.  The woman in the car saw it about to happen and dropped her baby out of the car window thinking she was saving it.  The baby died.  Until the police and ambulance came, the injured were helped into our houses.

Another time, I was chasing my younger brother, Dennis with a wooden stick pretending it was a sword.  I managed to fall and poke my side with the stick.  That was a long trip to the emergency room.  I still have the scar.

I remember playing with my mother's sewing machine.  Dennis must have been about 3 or 4 years old and came over to see what I was doing.  He stuck his finger under the needle and got punctured before I could stop the wheel. 

Actually... being the big sister, I did try to take care of him as best as I could but in these early days, I guess I was still coming up short.

Dennis was my best friend, my best companion and best playmate.  We could talk long into the night and we knew everything about each other.  His memories of those early days are sharper than mine. 

Camp 56 is gone.  The previous home in Kunia is also gone.  In fact all the houses we grew up in are completely gone.  The places have been bulldozed, leveled and become shopping areas or housing tracks.  I have only a few pictures to prove it ever existed.  I guess someday we'll be gone and pictures will be all that will be left of us.

 Perhaps that's why I'm so busy scanning photos right now.  I want to remember.

POSTSCRIPT:  My brother, Dennis just came up with a google map photo of the area where Camp 56 or 57 once stood.

Myth About Sit-Ups

I saw something in the Chicago Tribune last month that really caught my eye.  It was an article called Muscling Past Fitness Myths.

This is the part that interested me:

"Some fitness myths are harmless half-truths. Others, however, scare people away from working out or lead to injury. The spot-reduction myth -- which holds that you can, for example, flatten your stomach by doing crunches -- wastes time, effort and can even add size to your middle. Ab exercises can strengthen muscles. But they don't remove fat because from a metabolic standpoint, fat isn't connected to the muscle it covers."

So there you go.  I don't have to do sit ups.  Granted, I haven't done sit-ups since college so no harm done.

So how do you get rid of that tummy?

Another myth about sitting for long periods being OK if you exercise also got my attention.  It said:

"Myth: You can sit for long periods if you exercise.

Truth: Unfortunately, you can't exercise away the effects of sitting for 10 hours at your desk, said Alex Hutchinson, author of "Which Comes First, Cardio or Weights?" Long stretches of sitting are associated with cardiovascular disease, independent of how much exercise you get.
Try it: Get up at least once every hour; pace around your desk or do five jumping jacks to remind your muscles that you're not dead."

Yes, I've read and heard that you shouldn't sit at your desk, computer, whatever for long periods.  I have to be careful because I have been doing a lot of work on the computer.  I'm making more of an effort now to get up and move around.

I went to Zumba last Friday despite the fact that I was really tired.  However, Art is right.  It was a good tired.

I'm imagining my son reading this and I can see him smiling.  He's been on my case to  get more exercise for a long time. You see, Jon?  I'm trying.  I'm trying.

Poop on Your Toothbrush?

Photo from Serendip

A long time ago I remember seeing an episode on the TV show, Bones about fecal matter being sprayed onto your toothbrush when you flushed your toilet.  It was called the Aerosol Effect.  This is a link to a site that explains it. And here's another link from a site called Serendip.

You know, there are so many things we do that they keep finding out is not good.  Wine was first good and then bad.  Drinking bottled water was once good, but now the plastic leaching toxins in the water is bad.  I thought shampooing my hair everyday was good, but now I find out the chemicals in the shampoo are not great.  Mammograms are up for question.  Antibiotics were once good, but..... well you get the idea. 

We always want our husbands to put the toilet seat down after they use it.  Now we want them to put the cover down also before they flush.  Art says he ALWAYS does.  I'm glad because it's MY bath towel that hangs right next to it. 

Then again, if we protect ourselves from every germ floating around everywhere, could we be causing more of a problem in the long run?  Maybe a little dirt or fecal matter isn't entirely bad.

Heck if I know.

POSTSCRIPT:  (November 29th, Tuesday)  How funny that the Star Advertiser morning paper would have a big article about just this topic!

French Footstools

I mentioned to Louann Chatani at Ashley Furniture that mom was still getting used to the new sofa.  Mom is only 4'10" tall so it was taking some getting used to sitting on the new sofa.

Louann is so wonderful about following up to make sure we were enjoying what we bought from her store.

She sent me this e-mail:

"Hi Kay,

Thank you so much for sharing your very cheerful sofa story.  I just wanted to make a suggestion -- maybe this will help Mom to keep from sliding off the leather furniture.  Last year, I had purchased from Ross (Dress for Less), a couple of small footstools. They were very inexpensive (less than $10 each ) and are very small and lightweight. They are about 12 inches square and about 4-5 inches high. I like to use it under my desk because our laminate floor is very cold and hard.  My youngest son likes it because he is still too short to reach the floor with the big giant desk chair he likes to use.  A similar footstool might be helpful for your Mom, raising her knees a slight bit might help her to keep from sliding.  If you can't find it at Ross, I had seen something similar in a mail order catalog (unfortunately don't remember which one ), I think they might be called a French footstool and supposedly is helpful for back posture.  But don't forget to push it out of the way when not in use, I would hate for anyone to trip.  I will send you a photo separately so you will know what to look for.  Hope it helps !!!

Happy Holidays to all !

Louann"

Well we went out to Ross and found the French footstool.  It cost just $6.99!  Yahoo!  We also bought it on Tuesday and got the Senior discount.  Mom is using it now.  She says she likes it and I see her using it all the time.

Hmmm... I'm tempted to get one for myself now.

Don't you think Louann deserves the Customer Service award?

A Happy Thanksgiving Feast

This year my brother, Dennis and sister-in-law, Nancy were in charge of the turkey and all the fixings.  We did side dishes and dessert.

Art got up early and started the pumpkin pie.  It's his specialty.

When we were married, EVERYBODY told me that his mother made the best pies on the Big Island and was the best cook as well.  I could barely boil water so it was rather intimidating.

Needless to say, Art makes the pies in the family.

Mom was right on his heels making her special macaroni salad on the other side of the kitchen.  After that, we all worked on slicing gobo (burdock) for mom to stir fry.  She also insisted on cooking white rice despite the fact that there would be sweet potatoes and white mashed potatoes.

Although they made their dishes from scratch, I cheated and used the Trader Joes pumpkin bread mix that our granddaughter loves so much.

Then I worked on washing and cutting veggies to grill with olive oil, lemon juice and Italian spices.

We had our Thanksgiving dinner early this year because Nancy has to work during the Black Friday sales.  She and Dennis roasted the turkey to perfection and brought it over at 3:00 along with stuffing, amazingly wonderful, scrumptious gravy (I hate making gravy), sweet potatoes, and mashed potatoes. 

It was great being together.  I hope that more of us will be able to get together for the next holiday.

There was so much to eat that I forgot to put out the cranberries.  I'm great at preparing cranberries.  I remember a year when our kids got to try fresh cranberries and said they were more used to my cranberries with the can lines around the cylinder.

You know... it was really great to have the early feast.  Everything was cleaned up by 5:00 and Art and I were able to get in an evening walk.

I'll be going to a Black Friday sale because Art has a ladder that he wants to get.  Then I'll be off to zumba class to try to work off some of the calories.

Then.... full steam ahead toward Christmas!

Thankful for Family Whether Related or Not

Living on the mainland for 35 years, we were too far away from our immediate family to celebrate holidays with them.

Auntie Vera, Auntie Ann and families

However, we still managed to celebrate holidays with other families who adopted us.  While they lived near us, we celebrated Christmases with "Auntie Peggy" and her extended family.  We celebrated Hanukkah with "Auntie Dina" and her family.

Uncle Jimmy and Jonathan

We also had Christmases with "Uncle Jimmy" and his family.  In the true Hawaiian sense, everyone adopted our children as their own.

 And we took turns hosting Thanksgiving with our neighbors, Bill and Caroline.

Both Bill and Caroline are professors of anthropology and served as Peace Corps volunteers in Mali.  Is it just a coincidence that Jon also went to serve as a Peace Corps volunteer in Mali?

Living here in Hawaii, we now have my mother, brother and his family to celebrate the holidays with.  I guess that's what makes the holidays so very meaningful... family, whether they're related by blood or friendship.

And so to my blogging family here in the States and around the world, I just want you to know how thankful I am to have you in my ohana (Hawaiian for family).


Happy Thanksgiving, one and all!

Up to Our Ears in Paper

I was rummaging through my desk and found this little clipping I kept.  I don't know where I got it from, but it must have been in the Chicago Tribune or the Star Advertiser.

I thought it was rather interesting.  We tend to keep all kinds of papers forever.

Art keeps our receipts until his desk storage is so full he can't fit another thing.  Then he culls what we don't need.

When we were moving to Hawaii three years ago, we threw out a lot of papers and documents we no longer needed not to mention selling or donating other treasures we stored in the attic and crawl space.  There was a lot of stuff.  Art is a pack rat.

Now that we're in Hawaii, we're trying not to accumulate stuff again.  Gee, it's hard.

Now that I've posted this article on this blog, I guess I can throw it away.

Mom Jeans are Back!

Bloggers who have followed me for a long time know what a pain buying pants have been for me.  From quite a while ago my children kept telling me that my pants were not up to the current fashion standard.  My daughter said I needed to stop wearing "mom jeans."  Even my son-in-law agreed that my jeans needed to be updated.

I finally gave in and let my daughter buy me a new pair of more fashionable jeans to wear to Egypt several years ago from Old Navy.  I bought what I thought was comfortable.  However, there was some stretch to it and after wearing them for a couple of days, they almost fell off of my hips when I was running across the street in Cairo.  Just imagine what a scene that might have caused.

 

For one thing, at my age I don't have much of a hip anymore to hold those low waistbands up.  On top of that there's been a redistribution of my body fat.  It's now located in front of my hips.  When I wear those "fashionable" jeans I get this horrendous, bulbous, blobby love handles.  And on top of that... my blouses were too short for the lower waisted pants.  Therefore, when I put my hands up, what did you see?  Yup!   Not pretty!  So I had to update my blouses too.

I finally found some Docker capris that I live in now and Style & Co. jeans for when I travel (with a little higher waistlines).

Imagine my surprise when I opened the L.L. Bean catalog last week.

MOM Jeans!!!

They certainly don't call it that, but that's what it is alright.  The waist is higher and what do you know?  They even added elastic!  I couldn't believe it.

What was that saying?

What goes around, comes around.

Sure enough!

iPhone... Duuuh!

We've never owned an iPad or iTab or i anything before but decided to jump in when we changed cellphone plans recently.  Ed, our Supertechie son-in-law said it would be fun and ordered one for us. 

Well... it arrived and last night, tired as he was, Ed spent a couple of hours (on Skype) with us registering the phone and walking us through some things on it.  This was the first time we tried the touch pad thing.  There's also this Siri that allows you to talk to it.  We don't get along with Siri yet.

Everything is supposed to be intuitive, buuut... my intuition is sadly lacking so I'm still rather dumb founded.

We finally managed to get everything set up with Ed's help. The speaker worked, the earbuds worked... buuuut when we tried to just use it normally with our ear to the phone, we could barely hear Ed when he called us on it.

We were not happy.  It appears our new iPhone was already defective.  Ed suggested we go to the Apple store in Ala Moana and have the phone looked at.  However, my brother said they might not help us unless we bought the phone from them.

We went to bed rather perturbed.

I'm not sure when Art thought of it, but he did.  It occurred to him that he hadn't taken that clear plastic covering off the phone.  We always have a hard time doing this because we're afraid of scratching anything new.

He removed it this morning and voila!  It worked!  We could hear clearly.  The plastic protection cover is what was preventing us from hearing properly.

We sheepishly called Tiffany this morning on Skype and told her.

She called across to Ed who was working in his office, "Ed! My parents just found out that they couldn't hear you last night because they hadn't removed the plastic covering off the iPhone."

There was loud, prolonged laughter.

I have a feeling Ed is going to have a  good story to tell about his in-laws when he goes into work tomorrow.

Would You Get Naked?

We're planning to go to Japan in spring of next year.  Art is busily making reservations for the trip.  We've already bought the plane tickets and my brother has put in for leave from his job at the Police Department.

We went to Japan together with him in 2008.  In fact, the only way we could get my mother to travel again was to tell her we were thinking of inviting Dennis to come along but he couldn't come unless she did because we needed an even number.  It was my brother's first trip to Japan and we had a great time.  We went from Hokkaido in the north to as far south as Kyoto, Nara and Hiroshima.

This time we're planning to go even farther south to Kyushu and Shikoku where there are a number of famous onsens (mineral hot springs).  Now here's where we're going to run into some tricky situations.

When I was in high school, we all hated taking our clothes off to shower together after gym class.  I would still find it very difficult to take my clothes off and jump into the hot mineral springs with other ladies.  My mother is even shyer about it than me.  If my aunt were coming along, she'd be the first one to jump in.  Unfortunately, she won't be with us to provide that courage.

As it is, I had to coerce/cajole/bully my mother into the mineral springs in Hokkaido in 2008.... and it was only a FOOT bath.  She was hard enough.  But my brother?  It took both my mother and me to get him to stick his feet in.

They loved it!  As Dennis said with a broad smile, "Tingly." 

It really did feel wonderful.  I'm wondering what it'll be like to be totally submerged in the hot springs.  I know it's going to take some doing to overcome my acute modesty, but how am I ever going to convince them to do it.  Art is always game for anything.  He keeps telling me they must provide towels for strategic places to cover.  It better be a big towel for my mother and me.  Can I have one for the front and one for the back?

I can assure you of one thing.  There won't be any pictures of that experience on this blog.

Farewell to Family Furniture

The springs had given up on the koa (acacia) furniture that my parents bought nearly 50 years ago.  My mother says my brother, Dennis and I jumped on the previous old sofa so much that we broke it.

She remembers then going to the furniture store and deciding to splurge on new, good quality koa furniture and selecting this one hoping it would last.  It did.  This is the only living room furniture I can remember as a child.

Mom was a little wistful about replacing the koa furniture, but wanted something that didn't sag and was easier to keep clean.  Art put a temporary board under the cushions, but it wasn't ideal.  Dennis had also replaced the springs once before many years ago when he used to work at a cabinet shop.

I looked online and found a dealer named Jerry Domingo who refinishes koa furniture.  He said it would cost $850 to refinish the wood and then $15 for each spring.  Then we'd have to get new cushions and cushion covers ourselves.

I asked Jerry if he would like to purchase our koa set instead and he said he would be interested. This is the first time I've ever done business with someone I hadn't met face to face at a store.

Mom and Jerry Domingo

Jerry came over yesterday.  We were really relieved.  We liked and trusted him right away.  Art said his first impression of Jerry is that he is a sweet, honest, nice guy.

Jerry was happy with the condition of the furniture.  He says he's seen koa furniture that was left outside which is a shame.  We were pleased with the price he paid us.  I hope he can finish and resell it for a whole lot.  If you have koa furniture to sell or would like to buy some, give Jerry Domingo a call at 286-9597.

Funny how sometimes furniture can almost become a part of your family.  We've been thinking about doing this for a long time but as we saw the koa pieces leaving, we couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and nostalgia. The only thing that made it OK for all of us was knowing that Jerry would give it new life and send it to an owner who would love it as we did for so many years.

Do you have any furniture piece that you would have a hard time parting with?

Not Too Hard, Not Too Soft, But Just Right!

Mom has mentioned a few times that her koa sofa and chairs were very old and that the springs that my brother put in were once again sagging.  We knew it was time to get her some new furniture.

We checked out Homeworld and then Ashley Furniture where we met Louann Chatani.  She was wonderful and helped us find a leather sofa and love seat that met our requirements.  She spent a lot of time with us trying to make sure we got the best deal possible and we appreciated that.

Mom sat on a lot of sofas there and decided a brown leather one would be best because then she wouldn't have to worry about keeping the fabric clean. 

What we liked best about the one she chose was that the bottom cushions could come off.  If one gets flat, you can move it.  If the back stuffing should get flat, you can open the zipper and put more in.  Mom is very picky about her chairs, beds, etc.  She doesn't want it to be too hard or too soft, especially not too soft.  She sat on this sofa and deemed it just right.

The sofa and loveseat have arrived and mom is quite pleased.  We've told her that this is her birthday, Christmas, New Years, Easter, Mother's Day gift for the next year. 

She stood grinning at her new furniture and then said, "I think I'll put some doilies on top so the dust doesn't dirty it."

Arrrrghhhhhh.....

POSTSCRIPT:
I was just talking to Art about getting some nice, big stylish pillows for the sofa for her so she'd leave off putting a whole bunch of lacy things on it.

Too late!

Art went down to take a peek and came up laughing!  "Go down and check out the sofa now."

Ah well... whatever makes her happy...

A Murmuring Heart

I told Kathy, my nurse practitioner that it was a functional heart murmur she was hearing from her stethoscope.  My doctor in Illinois didn't like the sound of my heart several years ago either and had me take a test.  I think that was also an echo cardiogram.  They concluded that it was a benign functional murmur.

Still, one Illinois dentist forced me to take antibiotics before every cleaning and dental work for several years no matter what I tried to tell her.  Art refused to go to her because ... alas... he's got a functional murmur too and didn't want to take antibiotics unnecessarily. 

When I retired and switched dentists, my new dentist said I shouldn't have been told to take the antibiotics.

I went to get my echo cardiogram today.  The technician explained everything to us and then attached probes to my chest.

He had someone training under him and they both put me at ease.

I thought it was pretty neat to see that they had this large photo of a ginger flower on the ceiling for patients to look at.

The technician asked me a bunch of questions while he moved the probe around my chest while asking me to breathe, hold my breath and slowly exhale.

He then asked if I was getting a lot of exercise.  Before I could answer (I WAS going to be honest), Art started laughing.  I confessed to the technician that I was at the computer a lot lately, but I was truly going to do better.

 
He looked at my heart and said this isn't a sedentary heart. 

So I told him I am doing zumba and we do try to walk for exercise and we do have 21 steps to the 2nd floor that I go up and down daily.

He said that would explain it.  Phew!

He didn't have the prognosis for the test, but said Kathy would tell me how it looked after a  cardiologist looked at it.

It was all an interesting experience.  The technician even printed a photo of my heart for me to use on my blog, but these photos that Art took turned out better so I decided to post these instead.

It's too bad that Art and I both have noisy hearts.  We've passed these raucous hearts on to Tif and Jon and now our granddaughter has it too.  Perhaps we should have married partners with quieter hearts.

Oh well...  I guess it's not the noise it makes, but what it feels that's important.

Much Ado About APEC

We figured Tuesday would be a good day to take mom to get her blood test at Kaiser.  We figured that since we don't live in Waikiki, we'd be safe.  Besides APEC is over, right?

We headed out at 7:45 in the morning.  We skipped breakfast since mom needed to fast before her test.  We were planning to all have breakfast together after her blood drawing.

We were shocked to encounter traffic before we got near the on ramp to Interstate H1.  I know.  I know.  It's funny to think we have an Interstate Highway in Hawaii. 

Art decided to take an alternate route by going on Kamehameha Highway.  It was OK for a while, but then that came to a complete halt too.  When we looked into the distance we saw that the highway going toward town was empty.


Uh oh... Was today the day that President Obama was leaving?  Was he in Ko'Olina on the other side of the island and not in Waikiki?  Yikes! 

Sure enough!  The highway was closed off for the presidential motorcade to make its way to Hickam Air Force Base.  We were stuck in traffic for an hour.

On the plus side, the hospital lab was empty when we got there.  We got done in a jiffy and didn't have to pay a parking fee.  When we got to the restaurant there was an empty table waiting for us.  It filled up quickly right after that when motorcycle police officers came in for their breakfast.  I imagine they were probably part of the security contingent.

We stayed away from Waikiki and Honolulu this past week to avoid the congestion and headache.  We almost did, but we didn't mind.  Everybody we ran into just laughed it all off.  There was a feeling of camaraderie knowing we'd all been part of something big together.

APEC was big and grand.  However, I'm glad we're back to normal again.