Walmart Online vs. Walmart Brick and Motar

My new Merrells shoes arrived and I decided to waterproof it. I did this before with my first pair and it worked well. This was several years ago.

I looked up Scotchgard online and found this at the Walmart website.

We found it at the store but the sign said $6.76.

When I showed the cashier how it's supposed to be $5.88, she said that was the online price with free shipping to the store.

I went to customer service and asked if it's true that I could order it online and pick it up at the store for the online price, they said yes.

I know in past that if I showed the online price at Target stores, they would give that price to me.

What the heck! I just paid the store price and I had something to write about.

Learning to Clean Fish

A good friend of ours gave us some huge Akule he'd caught the night before. Akule is the Hawaiian name for Bigeye Scad. You'll see how they got their name.

Mom hasn't had to clean fish ever since my brother and his wife stopped fishing so I decided I would do it even though I had no idea how. Art knows how, but he somehow thought it would be fun to watch me do it.

I knew there was some kind of tool to scale the fish but I didn't know what it looked like. Art found it and gave it to me.

I was about to start and he stopped me saying I should lay some newspapers down first so I could catch all the scales to make clean-up easier.

"Why don't you do it?" I said again.

"Nope," he answered. "This will be interesting."

So I started scraping with the tool, but the scales weren't coming off easily.

Mom walked in then and smiled. She showed me the  proper way to use the tool. I could swear she was thinking, "Watch and learn, Grasshopper."

Then she showed me how to gut the fish.

Yuuuuuck! I could never be a nurse or doctor. However, eventually, I got the rest of the fish cleaned and gutted.

Later that afternoon, mom cooked the Akule for us and we all enjoyed a wonderful dinner!

Super Blue Blood Moon Eclipse!

This is something that hasn't happened in 150 years. It's being called a "trifecta" which is a celestial event that has three things happening at once.

It's called Blue because it's the second full moon in a month. It's a Blood moon because it will appear red and it's Super because it's closer to the Earth and will appear bigger. Oh... and it's supposed to be an eclipse as well. Totality was going to start at 2:51 AM. Arrrghhh!

Oh.... and on top of that it was going to be an overcast night with a chance of thunderstorms. Do you think that would stop Art?

"I'm going to set my timer to just wake myself up," he reassured me. "You can sleep and I'll just wake you if by small chance we can see it. Just think how great it will be for your blog."

I figured it was going to rain anyway so I had nothing to worry about. Have I mentioned that weather forecasts in Hawaii are notoriously wrong?

Sure enough, he got up at 3:00.... and woke me saying, "There's a chance. It's not totally overcast."

Sigh...

I got my robe on and went outside. Yes, it was more or less overcast but there were these holes in the clouds when the moon would come through.

Ummmm... the moon was somewhat larger, but not all that much since it was high in the sky and not at the horizon.

We had to bring a tripod outside to steady my hand to take the photo.

And here it is.

The Super Blue Blood Moon!

Yay!

I'm going to need a nap.

Parent to Child, Child to Parent

Several months ago, mom fell and hurt her back. She fell on her head, and though she was able to recover from that injury quickly, her back took much longer. An x-ray showed that she'd had a compression fracture to her spine. She became hunched over and was in quite a bit of pain.

The doctor prescribed physical therapy. We began her treatments at Kaiser and the physical therapist gave her exercises to do. We videotaped the exercises so we could make sure she did them properly at home.

She did those exercises religiously. Mom is very careful of her health and if Lily told her to do a certain exercise twice a week, she did it every day. In fact, she overdid it and though her back improved, her leg started to hurt.

We took her for her final session and Lily praised mom's progress.  She was astounded at how often mom was doing her exercises and told her to ease up on them.

She said mom's posture had improved dramatically and her balance was amazing for an 88 year old. She had to tell mom to slow down when she was doing her walking routine.

Through all this, Art and I kept looking at each other grinning ear to ear.

We laughed then, realizing that we were feeling like proud parents enjoying the good report that our child was receiving.

If mom only knew.

Supercuts

I needed a haircut before a trip so I decided to try Supercuts. I looked on Yelp and checked out the comments. There were two Supercuts that weren't very far and people had highly recommended three particular hairdressers. When I called the shop, all the hairdressers that were highly recommended had moved on to higher end salons.

Hmmmm.... Did I want to pay double and triple to get a haircut?

Nah....

There were three hairdressers and although I had a 12:30 appointment, I didn't get in until 1:00. This is exactly what people had complained about! I wasn't thrilled.

On the other hand, when I met Honey, I was feeling better. She thanked me for being (ummmm) patient and asked careful questions about how I wanted my hair done. I showed her a photo of my haircut when I had it done at Macy's almost four years ago. It cost about $48. The Supercuts price was supposed to be $19.25.

Here's the Before photo on the left and the After photo on the right.

I'm perfectly happy with it, but everybody else says they can't really tell the difference from when I cut my own hair except maybe it's a little smoother.

Whatever the case I was surprised that they gave me a 10% Senior discount. I'd asked on the phone about the military discount, but they said it wasn't for retired military. She hadn't mentioned a Senior discount. With the 10% discount it was $17.32.

I'm glad I'm tidy because now I have to cut mom and Art's hair. I hope they like what I do for them.

Reading Like a 10 Year Old

Last year, my then 9 year old granddaughter, KC took part in Battle of the Books at her school. Any child who wanted to participate had to read 15 of 18 books and write reports about what they read. They were put into teams and then competed in a school elimination. Incredibly, KC's 3 girl team won and were able to represent their school. They didn't win the district competition, but it was a fun 4th grade experience.

Now in 5th grade, KC is again reading those Battle books and I decided to read some along with her so we could talk about it.

I didn't expect to enjoy them. I figured they would be child oriented and for an immature audience.  Well, I must be a 10 year old at heart, because I've been loving the books. I just borrowed them on my Kindle from our public library Overdrive system.

The books that KC is reading ranged from American to world history, fantasy and magic, racial prejudice, homosexuality,  adoptions, medical history, preteen angst, the Holocaust, etc. They are all very well written, covering a wide range of interests from the point of view of a preteen. I could hardly put some of them down and loved talking to KC about them.

My son, Keola is an epidemiologist and he loved the fact that one of KC's books was The Great Trouble about the cholera epidemic in England in 1854 and John Snow who was the doctor who proved that cholera was passed through water and not air. He is considered one of the fathers of modern epidemiology. You follow the heartbreak, fear and determination to find the cause of the epidemic through the eyes of a 13 year old boy nicknamed Eel.

I guess the most wonderful thing for me is having something to talk in depth to my granddaughter about. Through these discussions we get a better understanding of what we are each thinking. I loved hearing her say, "Read Full Cicada Moon, grandma. You'll love it. It's just going to make you cry, but you'll love it. Trust me."

And I do.

Great Aloha Run/Walk T-Shirt

One of the big charity events in Hawaii is the Great Aloha Run. It costs $25 for Seniors and Children to participate. Right now, for anyone between 13-64, it costs $44. You get a Training t-shirt and a Finisher t-shirt if you participate. It's always held on President's Day and this will be our 10th Run/Walk.

Art used to always run it. I don't run. I've dragged friends and relatives to walk with me, but in the past few years, I've had no takers. Whatever the case, Art is now forced to walk with me since I'm such a wuss that I might not agree to walk all that distance by myself.

For one thing, we have to get up at 3:30 AM to beat traffic to get to the Aloha Stadium where we would catch a shuttle to the Aloha Tower in Honolulu.

Then you start the 8.15 mile walk back to the Aloha Stadium.

What I really don't like is getting up at 3:30 AM... and then there's the two hills... and the sun... or rain...

On the other hand, there's such an awesome feeling of accomplishment when we're done and I don't have to think about it for another year.

Art? I'm thinking he's in it for the t-shirts and then there's that banana at the end.

Shoes and Hawaii

While on the East coast we happened to be walking to something called Edfest where we would learn about all the educational options in Washington, D.C. for our grandson.

Since it was a rather cold, snowy day, I decided to wear my Born shoes that I thought could withstand the cold and wet weather instead of my Merrell Jungle Mocs.

Parking was tight, so we did have to walk a distance.

I thought my shoes were holding up well.

However, when we got into the building, I noticed pieces of black rubber was littering the floor around me.

What the heck?

The entire front sole had just crumbled off! And the sole of the other shoe was cracking also!

This was supposed to be a good shoe. I had to sit on a chair and wait while everybody else got to walk around and see what was available. One fellow stopped by, took pity on me and actually offered to get me some Starbucks coffee. Oh my!

When they were done, I had to cover my foot with plastic grocery bags so I could walk out again. Art and Keola got the car and drove it to the entrance so I wouldn't have to walk far.

I was embarrassed about walking around with a plastic grocery bag around my shoes, but no one seemed to notice... at least they pretended not to.

I was tempted to buy another shoe but decided against it since it would sit in my closet in Hawaii deteriorating away again.

I thought my Merrell shoe was fabulous since I've had it for at least 8 years and have worn it everywhere we traveled. However, at the airport on the way home to Hawaii, I looked down and noticed the front of my shoe coming off.

Arrrghhh!

That's OK. I think I can fix this with Shoe Goo.  At least I hope that's all it will need. I'm just grateful it held on until I returned to Hawaii.

Life Saver Down Coat

I thought I'd be OK in Maryland with a lined windbreaker that I wore to Japan in October. I soon learned that a windbreaker (even lined) just didn't keep me warm enough on the East coast in winter. What was I thinking? The windbreaker also wasn't roomy enough for me to layer appropriately.

When we were with Keola and Sarah, I was noticing his very light weight down jacket. He said it really worked great in cold weather and could be squashed down to a small size for packing too.

It just so happened that on our trip to Costco to pick up diapers and other supplies, I happened to come across this wonderful hooded down jacket. It was the last one and it was just $19.99! Perfect! I couldn't believe it! And I could fit a fleece jacket under it too.

When Keola saw me in it, he quirked his eyebrows and said, "Mom, you know that's a man's coat right? A woman's coat should be fitted."

Well, I don't care. It may not be flattering to a figure, but it's warm and I can squash it into a gallon freezer bag. Perfect!

Woo hoo!

Your Last Meal?

While waiting for our grandson to be born, we told our daughter-in-law, Sarah that we should go out to a restaurant so she could enjoy a final meal out since it would be too difficult to do so for a while after the baby was born.

She thought and thought about it and decided on an Indian restaurant called Chutney.

We all enjoyed it.

Keola and Sarah have been around the world since their Peace Corps days in Mali, West Africa. They have a very wide palate.

All this got us talking about what we would ask for our last meal. I think we were talking about death row or something like that. They have a wide variety of topics to talk about too.

I think Keola said he would choose ribs.

Sarah said she would choose sushi!

I had to laugh remembering how mom warned me that I should marry an Asian person when she learned I had dated a Caucasian fellow in college. She warned that when I grew old I would crave fish, but a Caucasian fellow would want beef. She insisted it had something to do with our digestive tract. So you see she doesn't know everything.

I'll bet she didn't say anything to my brother when he married my Irish-American sister-in-law.

And no, I didn't marry Art just so we could eat fish contentedly together. As a matter of fact, I love the baby back ribs at Chilis. I don't know how old I have to be before my craving for fish will set in. Art prefers fish though.

My last meal? Alaskan King crab legs or ribs? Hmm... I don't know. Just give me a dipped cone and I'll be happy.

Art? He'd order a bouillabaisse or some other type of seafood stew with watermelon for dessert.

I know mom would order some type of Asian noodle. And she'd follow it up with ice cream and maybe some plum wine.

What would you order?

Staying at an Airbnb For the First Time

We were in Maryland this past fall waiting for our tardy grandson to be born. He arrived two weeks later than we thought he would so we had to stay in Maryland for a little over three weeks.

This could have been horribly expensive, but our son-in-law helped us find an Airbnb home about 12 minutes away that was a lifesaver for us. Jeanne is the friendly, helpful homeowner.

The home is located in a very pleasant residential area and sort of on a hill so the top level is where Jeanne lives and the entire bottom floor is for Airbnb.

We weren't sure what to expect and was very surprised and happy to see this beautiful set of rooms when we entered the door.

The kitchen had a full sized fridge, stove, microwave, toaster oven, Keurig coffee maker and dishwasher!

The bathroom was small, but had shelves and racks that made it convenient.

There was even an office with a wall of shelving that made it perfect for us to organize our things.

The bedroom was lovely; the bed was comfy and I slept very well!

And here's what we really loved! A walk in closet and a washer/dryer!

When Art stepped in dog poop while walking our granddog, Mungo, Jeanne provided us with a bucket and toothbrush to clean Art's shoes. It took a long time to clean the shoe, but it was wearable once it dried.

And here's Jeanne, our hostess with the mostest! Whenever we're in Maryland again, her house is definitely where we would stay!

Scrubbers With Memories Galore!

This Christmas one of our neighbors gave us these beautiful scrubbers made of the Korean microfiber yarn that is so popular in Hawaii right now. They do work great!

This was in addition to all the cookies, little cakes, and poinsettia plant they also gave us.

They explained to us once that it was in gratitude for our forbearance of their parking their 5 or 6 cars in and around our street, mostly in front of our house.

It can't be helped. Parking is not always easy in Hawaii.

Anyway, I added the scrubbers to our collection.

I rather like looking at them. They all have a memory. The green and yellow flower is from Irene. The squares with diagonal stripes are from Auntie Gladys. The blue and yellow is from the lady I bumped into in Japan. The red strawberry is from Naomi. The pink flower is from Terry. Ummm... where did that yellow and purple square and orange one come from? Doggone it! I forgot. So much for my memory!

Maybe I should stop using our dishwasher and do it by hand.

Tying It Properly in Japan

One of the interesting things we learned this past fall from Reiko, our Japanese tour guide was the art of giving monetary gifts in Japan.

She explained that the mizuhiki knots on the envelopes all had a significance. I had no idea.

A wedding envelope should have a very complicated knot that is seemingly impossible to untie. This is to signify that the marriage will never be undone.

With that in mind, you should never give an amount that is easily divisible.

The usual gift, according to Reiko is 30,000 ($300) or 50,000 Yen ($500), never 20,000 Yen. If you can only afford 20,000 Yen (ummm... that's about $200, mind you), you can give a 10,000 Yen bill plus two 5,000 Yen bills. I hope I have that right. Those zeros always confuse me. I guess it's all symbolic because it's quite easy to divide $300 into $150. Ah well... never mind.

However, a monetary birthday gift should have a simple knot to represent the receiver being able to untie and retie the happy experience many times.


Reiko also explained that black calligraphy is used for happy occasions and gray for funerals to connote the tears that diluted the ink.

Funeral money is called koden. It's a custom that's carried over to Hawaii.

We've always tried to make sure crisp bills are added to our sympathy card, but in Japan it's the opposite. A crisp bill might indicate that you were expecting that person to die and planned ahead with a crisp bill. Therefore people enclose older money or if it's too crisp, will fold it to show a crease.

The mizuhiki (knots) for koden envelopes are supposed to be black and white with the ends facing upwards.

I did find a website called Taiken Japan which explained a bit more about the mizuhiki envelopes. For one thing, the envelopes are  called Noshibukuro. They also noted that Mizuhiki is a Japanese art form in which washi paper strands are used to make knots of various shapes and colors.

As interesting as all this was, I was glad I lived in the U.S. where we're not expected to shell out $300 or $500 for every wedding we attend. Good grief! We'd be broke in no time. Then again, you might make it up when you pass away, but you won't be able to enjoy it. Sigh...

Another False Alert?

There seems to be endless coverage about the fallout from the false missile alert. The person who made the mistake has been getting death threats. Governor Ige has been criticized and some are thinking it will impact his re-election campaign. Seems to me that in the end there's been some benefits from all this. People have the time now to think what they could do in the event of a real threat. First Hawaiian Bank and Walmart workers are being educated on trying to help people instead of turning them away from their establishments in a crisis. Failsafes are being activated.

Anyway, with all this going on I was surprised yesterday to get this.

What?

It was about 7:00 AM and we certainly hadn't gone to McDonalds.

So was this a real alert?

We were dubious. We're not trusting anything anymore. So Art called the credit card company. They said someone had bought something at McDonalds yesterday morning before I was even awake. They'd also gone to KFC twice a few days ago.

Then we found out that these purchases were being made in Virginia!

So it's a real alert! It's real! Arrrghh! The credit card was cancelled and a new one was issued to us.

Aggravation!

OK... We're going to be paying more attention to these alerts now. Siren or no siren.

Credit Card Question

We were getting ready for our trip to Japan last fall and I had to call to let our credit card company know that we would be overseas.

There were a lot of identification questions that a sweet fellow named Shane asked which I answered. He warned me that even though I'd told them that we'd be out of town they might still deny the card purchase because of the Equifax high alert right now.

If there was a questionable purchase that raised alarms, he said they would send me a text on my cellphone.

I told him I won't have cell coverage when I'm in Japan. So he said I could just call them if something is denied.

O..... K......

Now Shane was a very sweet and friendly young guy. Otherwise his following question might not have made me happy. He asked, "Your husband's last name is Japanese, isn't it?

I told him it was.

He then said, "I just wondered because he's got a Japanese last name, but his first name...Arthur is very English. I just wondered why a Japanese person would have an English name."

Gosh... That took me aback. Since he was very nice, I told him we were third generation Americans. Actually, that's not entirely correct since we're sansei which means 3rd generation in Japanese, but in English we'd be 2nd generation since our grandparents came here from Japan.

 Hmmm... I suppose if he saw this photo of my handsome nephew who also has a Japanese last name and an Irish first name he'd really be stymied.

Does he expect every person with a non-English surname to have a matching ethnic name?

Sigh...

I thought we were beyond this already.

False Alarm!

Art and I were calmly eating our Saturday breakfast and reading the paper when our cellphones went off with a loud, harsh buzz. Then came a warning of an imminent missile attack.

My first thought was... Doggone it! I got a spam on my cellphone or virus or whatever. Then again, why does Art's cellphone also have the same message?

I listened to hear if there was any sort of siren. Nope. Nada. Nothing. My neighbor was hanging her wash outside. The sun was shining. Everything seemed peaceful enough.

What to do?

I turned on the TV. There was only college basketball.  (I heard later that there was an alert notice on TV but I didn't see it when I turned it on. Besides, would they keep playing basketball if something like this was actually happening?)

Nobody was running out of their houses or into it.

So what did I do next?

I texted my kids on the mainland. My son told me it was all over the Tweets.

Hmmmm... Now what?

Mom walked in and I told her what was happening. She laughed and said, "That can't be true. North Korea is saying they're going to take part in the Olympics. They wouldn't launch a bomb if they're planning to go to the Olympics. That's silly."

Art went out and asked our neighbor if he'd gotten the warning. Our neighbor said he turned off warnings on his cellphone.

Art then texted his friend, Gary who said they'd evacuated the KCC Farmers Market and ended up with a traffic jam.

My friend texted me from a closet. Apparently, (according to the news) lots of people went into closets. I asked why she was in the closet and she replied, "To stay away from windows."

A few minutes later, Art got this message. I might have gotten it too, but I was washing the dishes.

Sheesh!

Then I started getting messages from friends in Illinois, Kansas, California, Virginia and even Dina in Israel.

Wow!

Isn't it amazing? Within minutes the whole world seemed to know that Hawaii had gotten a False missile alarm.

The fact that Art and I didn't respond quickly (or at all) is not really a good thing. We don't prepare as well as we should for hurricanes either.

I guess it's the whole crying wolf thing. After a while, we get too relaxed about things. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we don't have to worry about the real thing ever. If something like this happens again, I think I'm going to find a bomb shelter and text from there. Then again, where the heck is a bomb shelter anyway?

POSTSCRIPT 1: I just saw this report on CNN quoting Governor Ige. "It was a mistake made during a standard procedure at the change over of a shift, and an employee pushed the wrong button," he said.

I'm feeling really sorry for that poor schmuck who made that goof. I'm also feeling sorry for Governor Ige. Elections are coming up and he's got contenders vying for his job. They might use this to sway voters. We'll see. Whatever the case, this was a good test to see what the problems are should something catastrophic really happen.

POSTSCRIPT 2: Here's our Sunday paper headline.

Losing Sleep Over Buying a Mattress

They say the recommendation for changing your mattress is 5-10 years. Well, we had such a headache with the Vera Wang latex mattress we bought in 2009, that I really wasn't in the mood to look for another one. However, here I am thinking about it again after 8 years and staring at the depressions in the mattress.

I'm now considering just getting the Tuft and Needle mattress online even though it's not exactly loved by side sleepers. Problem is Art is a back sleeper and does well with a firm mattress. I like firmness, but soft mattresses are recommended for side sleepers. Art says he can sleep on anything, but not a hot mattress. Memory foams are known to be hot.

Sigh...

Since I haven't had much luck with any other mattress and Tuft and Needle is the most reasonable mattress online even with the $190 shipping charge to Hawaii...

I'm thinking about it.

Have any of you tried it? Are you a side sleeper? Is there another mattress you would recommend?

Cleaning Your Fridge

I was reading our refrigerator instructions a while ago and saw that I should be cleaning out everything in the refrigerator ONCE A MONTH! Seriously? I don't think my mother ever took everything out of the fridge to clean; at least I never saw her do it while growing up.

This year, I figured I'd do it as part of the belated New Year clean-up. Actually, what really motivated me was Linda Reeder of Linda Letters. Darn if she doesn't have the most energy of anyone I know.

I did check online to see what the recommendation for cleaning out your fridge was. Ummm... it's true. I saw one website insisting on once a month. This Today show website said quarterly. You're supposed to take everything out of shelves and bins and wipe it with a solution of one tablespoon baking soda to one quart warm water.

OK. We did take out everything and wiped the shelving down. Ummmm... I didn't do the baking soda thing though, mainly because I looked all this up AFTER we cleaned the fridges.

I suppose it's a good idea to do this more than once a year or two years. I found mustard that expired in 2015. And good grief! Why do we have 3 boxes of elbow macaronis in the freezer?

For those of you on the mainland, most people in Hawaii do have two refrigerators. We refrigerate or freeze EVERYTHING that could harbor bugs.

And what? I'm supposed to clean out the washer once a month also with vinegar? Aack! I've never done that! Have you?

45 Years Together

Art and I celebrated Anniversary #45 this past Saturday. When I looked back on my posts, I saw that we went to see (Star Wars) Rogue One for our anniversary last year. This year, we'll see The Last Jedi. Will they make another Star War movie for our 46th?

Lunch was at Palazzo Ristorante Italiano. And it was very wonderful indeed. Mom does like Italian food. I think it's just because she loves noodles.

And look what my brother and sister-in-law sent us! Yes, mom loved it!  Well, actually, she would probably have preferred a basket of chocolate covered strawberries instead.

Gosh! 45 years! It seems so hard to believe. I remember being awed when I heard of people celebrating 25 years of marriage and now 50 is within our reach.

Incredible.

Playing With Play Doh

For our grandson's 2nd birthday, my brother and sister-in-law sent him Play Doh.

I must admit that when we all saw the Play Doh, everyone's eyebrows went up and our eyes widened... except our 10 year old granddaughter who gave a broad smile.

Play Doh is fun for the kids, but we all know what a mess it can be too.

We even thought we'd hide the box for a while until he was a little older.

But no... The box with the little colored containers intrigued him far too much and he begged to open them until we relented.

Daughter-in-law, Sarah showed him how to roll out the colored dough and use the templates to cut out designs. He very quickly became adept at creating one design after another and loving every minute of it. At 2 years of age, he knew better than to try to eat it.

So in the end, it was the toy he most played with while we were there and I expect he'll want to play with it some more when we visit again.