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The Missing Month of October…and Oh Yeah, Hawaii!

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People are starting to ask me if I’m dead or something; my last post here was at the end of September. I’m by no means dead. I’m merely 65, which means I don’t have the volcanic energy I had when I was a mere child of 50. And there was much on the calendar in October. A certain part of it was medical, which I don’t feel like going into here, apart from saying that it was nothing life-threatening, just profoundly irritating. (Nor is it over, alas.) Some of it was home improvement: We replaced every window in the house. Every. Last. One. Why? Most windows have some sort of flange or handle to grip when you want to slide them open. Not these, no. The only grabbable part was the little lock-handle, which I doubt was designed to take that kind of lever-arm. I broke one not long after we bought the house. So we got rid of them all, in one swell foop.

And we added one. That was the real challenge. My somewhat-too-small office (see photo above) had these weird double doors that swung inward, which (given that my big reading chair was in front of them) made them utterly useless, and left my office without ventilation. So we had a local handyman tear out the doors, 2X4 up a frame for a new window, and then add wallboard, sheathing, insulation and stucco below the window once the window was installed. Because the whole wall had to be retaped and repainted, that meant moving an 8′ bookcase containing all of my reference books and many of my programming books, as well as a huge file cabinet and my reading chair. The handyman added a new outlet box for the benefit of my steampunk computer table, and I changed all the outlets and plates on the wall because the existing duplexes didn’t all match.

I’m fussy about my workspaces, let’s say.

There were whole days (most of a week of them) during which my office was basically unusable. I moved my lab machine out to the wet bar, but it just wasn’t conducive to writing. And by the end of the day, I was generally so worn-out that I sat on the couch with my Paperwhite and devoured novels rather than wrote. Writing is hard work. You knew that, I hope.

Somehow I did make some solid progress on Dreamhealer in October, while swatting off distracting ideas for new novels like flies. I hope not to alienate my readers here, but if I have a choice between making progress on a novel and dropping an entry onto Contra, Contra generally doesn’t win. My low energy levels are making me look at what may or may not be a Real Thing on the personal energy front. The cost seems excessive, but the need is real.

And then finally, on the 25th, Carol and I hopped a plane and flew to Hawaii. At last, personal energy ceased to be an issue. We spent a few days on Maui, and then flew to Honolulu to take a room at the New Otani Hotel on Sans Souci beach, which overlooks downtown Honolulu. It overlooked something else: The War Memorial Natatorium, a titanic ocean-water swimming pool with bleachers, built to commemorate WWI, built in 1927 and now falling apart. The photo below is the view from our balcony.

What did we do in Hawaii? We slept in a lot. We bobbed in the water a lot. After dark we flew a Megatech Firefly until it broke. We talked about the damndest things. We ate maybe a little too much. We took in the Honolulu Zoo and the Waikiki Aquarium, both of which were an easy walk from the hotel. (In fact, they were the major reason we chose the Otani.) We tried our best to act like newlyweds again.

Our room faced west, and from our balcony we watched the sunset most nights. They were among the most colorful sunsets we’ve ever seen.

The food at the Otani was excellent. They serve corned beef hash that has so little potato in it that they might as well call it pulled corned beef. The open-air dining room overlooks the beach, and requires reservations even for breakfast. They have a more formal restaurant on their second floor that has geishas, and prices so high even we balked. Fortunately, there is a little convenience store in the next building that sells decent sandwiches and Bugles. Picnicking on the beach was in fact a fine thing.

I made a game out of grabbing driftglass from the surf, which sounds easy until you try it. I picked up quite a bit of it our last afternoon at the beach. One assumes that the brown glass is from beer bottles, but it seems awfully thin for bottle glass. I found a piece of white glass with a blue Japanese design on it, and assume it came from a sake bottle.

While diving for driftglass fragments on the wave-tossed ocean bottom, it occurred to me that Driftglass would make a great title for a novel–and I even got a concept for one to match. Alas, Samuel R. Delany did a story collection called Driftglass in 1971. Will that stop me? Don’t know yet. Let’s just say that I have a lot of other writing to do first.

We spent Halloween at the beach before heading home on November 2. In honor of Halloween, I watched British blob-monster movies on my laptop all the way home. There are several, two of them Quatermass films. Damn, but they seemed way scarier in 1963. We haven’t had a genuine blob monster movie released in quite a while. Reboot, anyone? Once I score The Blob, I may do a writeup on the genre here. No, it’s not British, and like a lot of American horror movies, it centers on ukky creatures eating annoying teenagers, generally while they’re trying to make out. That may say something about something. Don’t ask me what, because I don’t want to know.

And so I return to Contra, with solid plans for several new entries, including one on health insurance that will doubtless annoy everyone. I also feel the need to do a few good rants. Not sure what I’ll come up with next, but I’ll think of something.


  1. Jasony says:

    Glad to see you back!

  2. Rich Dailey says:

    The 1967 film Quatermass and The Pit still gives me the creeps.

  3. Lee Hart says:

    Glad to hear you’re still kicking and writing; just busy.

    +1 on the Quatermass films.

    Hawaii? Yes! If you go again, go to the Big island. It’s got it all; mountains, volcanoes, deserts, tropical jungles, killer scenery… everything except people (that’s the best part).

    My big trip this year was to Alaska. Also a great place to visit. Besides the nature, fantastic scenery and wild history, you’ll meet some amazing people. Great material for a writer.

    It’s been a busy year for me as well. My latest project is a 6502 badge for the 40th anniversary of the Apple II, Commodore PET, and Atari VSC home computers.

  4. Mithral says:

    As we accumulate mileage on our personal odometers, our bodies become less able to absorb some of the nutrients we need. We think we’re getting plenty, and maybe we are, but they don’t count if we fail to metabolize them. As you’ve noticed, the results can be lower energy, for no apparent reason. This is especially annoying to those of us who, at last, find ourselves with the time to commune with our personal muses but too often not the get up and go.

    Not medical advice, obviously, but what works for me is sublingual Vitamin B-12, cal-mags w/zinc, Tumeric Curcumin w/ Bioperine, and a liquid supplement called Floradix w/ Iron and Herbs. (YMMV, but I’m also experimenting with Vitamin K2 w/ Vitamin D3, which is supposed to increase blood flow and remove calcium plaque and return it to the bones where it belongs. Jury is still out.) I know I feel more peppy when I follow this routine and find myself scraping the bottom of the energy barrel when I let it lapse.

    Still don’t feel up to priming and painting the new picket fence, but one must have goals.

  5. Jim Tubman says:

    I figured that you were away from home; you are wise to withhold that information until you return, for security reasons. (I am not so wise.)

  6. Tom Roderick says:

    Congratulations on both the renovations of your space and a wonderful sounding vacation. You were missed on Contra but I suspected you were off somewhere fun. Welcome back.

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