Help Me I'm Molting
Ok Margaret Hamilton said it better in the 1939 movie The Wizard of Oz, (No not you Terry, that would be the Wizard of Aus). But now we are home and Devin was sharing with me her dilemma last night as her forehead was starting peel from our few days in the sun. Now here "peeling" was about the size of a gnat's left wing. Well, my peeling process is starting and I have already received brochures for the Island of Spinalonga in Greece. That was one of the earliest and last great Leper Colonies of Europe.
I am sure you all remember Spinalonga. They used to have great hockey games there. Then they stopped because there was always a face off in the corner (Badda Bing). The poker games kept getting interrupted because the players were always throwing their hands in. (Badda Bing).
Anyway, my molting process has begun and it is not pretty. Now that I have no hair, my molting begins at the back of my neck and goes all the way down the front of my face to my neck line where my rash guard covered my girth. The little flakes I have currently falling are also the size of a wing. Perhaps the size of a pterodactyl wing. Not pretty. Every time I scratch my head I hear Bing Crosby sing White Christmas. Flakes everywhere. Most of you know me and agree I am just one big flake anyhow.
Yes it seems like just yesterday Man Child was on our veranda in Hawaii.
It was just week ago that my lovely wife, 5 weeks after knee surgery decided that a good therapeutic excersie would be to climb along the volcanic rocks near the edge of the ocean.
And yes it was only last week that she would stare at a beautiful sight, a sunset and I would stare at a beautiful sight, her staring at a beautiful sunset.
Don't worry I am not sucking up, as she does not read this thing. Just stating a fact.
But now we are back to reality. There was a week of mail to clean up from home. I think every Republican west of the Mississippi (Ok I really don't know if Wisconsin is West of the Mississippi, but we got a nice note from Congressman Paul Ryan who was thanking us for our support and not asking for more money. Personally signed-trust me I can tell the difference-cool) was asking us for money. I keep getting notes from Ann Romney saying I can lunch with Mitt for 3 dollars. That is scary because I spent a lot more than that a month ago and got semi respectable chicken something. I don't know what you get for three bucks.
I am noticing the not for profits are getting more aggressive now as well. Perhaps all this talk about higher taxes for the rich is making us greedy one percenters more greedy. I was reading in the Journal last week that 34% of the capital from Spanish Banks have disappeared over the last 6 months. There is nothing more mobile than a millionaire threatened by higher taxes. The classic story was Tiger Woods asking the Awards Committee for the Las Vegas Invitational circa 1996 (one of his first majors) to hold his check for 11 months until he could relocate from Orange County California to Florida, saving him hundreds of thousands of dollars that year alone.
Then we had a weeks worth of e-mail and PADI mail.
I took Ellen to lunch today to see the gang at Hanna's as I have not been there in 11 days, a personal record since they have opened I think. Lunch was great. Sean has come up with a nice light salad that really hits the spot.
By the time I got home, Devin was cooking up home made tacos with all the trimmings. Kristin and Ryan joined us and even Jack suffered through a meal with us before a few hours of studying with Tutor Kristin.
This gave Devin and Ryan a chance to play some Uke. (Yes Ryan bought one over in Hawaii as well.
I guess she just can't stand the fact that I get invited to perform almost everywhere we go. She wants to become a superstar like yours truly. Here I am closing the evening at Amy and Jason's wedding singing "The Hawaiian Wedding Song" with my band the Three Hawaiians and a Cadaver.
Elvis fans will note I am wearing an Avanti Original, the same shirt design Elvis wore on the cover of Blue Hawaii.
Mahalo very much ladies and gentlemen.
