Original date: Thursday, October 16, 2014
We’re leaving a day early, heading out before Tropical Storm Ana doesn’t ever materialize. My poor husband, Jim, trying to deal with his bone on bone knees and bigger weight. I know he can’t get around much. It was hard today trying to keep up with all the walking from the bus to the Pearl Harbor entrance and the SS Missouri. He never did go aboard the ship, even though there was an elevator that would have made part of the ship accessible. So I truly believe Jim just wanted to leave this busy hot city that he couldn’t navigate very well. The plane had the same two seats available for Friday (tomorrow) that we took on our way over here, so it’ll be a go.
I’m a little disappointed. My head has still been acting up but not as severely as at home and the migraines respond well to the triptans. I would’ve liked to have seen Diamond Head. Jim confessed to me that driving in this city scared him, and that’s not a typical confession from him. I think that because it’s a rental pickup, it makes him a little leery. That, and the fact that Honolulu has the nation’s second worst traffic. And yes, this hotel room is very small, hot and old.
My last night is being spent out on the lanai. I wish Jim could walk better so we might have gone out to eat and sip cocktails somewhere close by. Instead, it’s only 7:04 and he’s sleeping on the bed.
PollyAndrea has run away for the time being as I’m allowing myself a little melancholic sentimentality. I haven’t exactly been sunshine and light on this trip as I did let things get to me – especially when Jim and I nitpicked at each other if we were overtired and hungry. It was difficult to be zenlike in the airports pushing Jim, trying to sort out boarding passes and id’s and flight numbers while sweating in a steaming terminal. Zen ain’t happening during prime times like that.
So I wish things could have been different here in Oahu. We did have a good day today, but I wanted more time to see things. Oh well. It’s time to go home. If it had been my head acting up, I know I would want to be more comfortable. It can’t be fun to have so much knee pain that you have to rest every half block or more. I feel badly for Jim.
Aloha Goodbye Honolulu