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The day began on a somber note. Bob Z checked on Leon and Marsha since they were not answering their phone. He went to their home and talked to the neighbors and found out that Leon had passed away about a week ago, and Marsha was being placed in a home, which we do not know yet. They have been good friends for thirty years, and we will miss Leon very much.
If you follow this link, you will see 155 pages on our website with Marsha and Leon and the gang dating back twenty years.
RIP My Friend!
It was a magnificent morning; the storm had cleared the area, and the sun was bright and cheery. I missed the buffet as the news about Leon needed to be shared with our close friends.
The view from the coffee shop was excellent.
We attempted to get a picture of us between the two stack boxes, but it was almost impossible, so I turned to our friend, AI.
This was a difficult shot as people would wander into the scene and mill around.
Ah Ha! AI to the rescue!
It worked; I can do better using the big computer at home.
Mary left class at 1:00 pm and told me about her new favorite healthy salad.
We decided a glass of wine would be a great way to spend time before her next engagement at 4:30, which was “under the great Banyon Tree.” Ophthalmologists see things!
The sea was reasonably calm even though the waves on the beach were quite high. The bartender estimated them at 6-8 feet, meaning people would not be going in the water.
Seventy-five degrees and a slight breeze! Paradise indeed!
I dropped Mary off at the “Banyon Tree” meeting and returned to the room to check for light leaks. I am happy to report zero leaks after a solid hour of checking.
At 5:15 pm, I returned to the meeting, put on Mary’s ID card, and went to get a drink. The bartender asked me about the ID. I told them my name was MARTY COTE and the ID card had been misprinted. Sometimes I amaze myself!
The talk was enjoyable except for the big words.
We are matching for the Luau this evening.
We went down to the water, watched, and listened to the waves striking the beach. There are going to be a lot of sand crabs with headaches!
The foam was flying everywhere.
We then walked toward the Luau, thinking our seating would be bad since we had the last two tickets available. To our surprise, we were at a table of eight and were the only ones there.
I got to thinking maybe it was me and my new French aftershave lotion called “Vieille tortue de mer ivre et malodorante après le rasage.” After reaching home, I looked up the French translation: “Smelly Old Drunk Sea Turtle After Shave.”
I love that smile!
It was required to do the Hula, and Mary shimmied and shook for ten minutes using her hands to explain how she was going to throttle me unless I got up and wiggled also! I noticed she was still shimmying after she sat down!
Go girl!
The food was pretty good, and the performers grabbed our attention!
I hope they have an excellent Chiropractor on staff!!
The Luau was at the beach, and we could hear the waves crashing in the background. The sound of water kept the Men’s Room busy all evening long.
There were probably 200 people in attendance.
I went up and volunteered to hold their coconuts, but no one took me up on my offer. The security guard was not impressed either. I came back empty-handed!
Their costumes were quite colorful.
We could not figure this dance out. She came in with a small dress, and after eating some Luau food, the dress blew up and almost filled the stage. I suggested it had to do with flatulence; Dr. Mary just shook her head and looked the other way.
FIRE!!! This man was twirling the firesticks so quickly it was just a blur. We decided he had done this before. I had a glass of water in hand, in case.
I found the most beautiful flower in the flowers, and I decided to take it home.
No, Mary, we are not playing hide and seek!
