If it's warm rain, I'd go out with an umbrella and find a sheltered spot to watch the world.

I don't have an umbrella. I do have a hooded sweatshirt, but I think I can watch the world just as well from inside, through the windows. If it lets up a little bit, I'll go for a walk later on.

Not the most flattering picture but I always feel like my teeth look HUGE in pictures. So this my new hair cut.

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In further news of my father, he has reacted to his retirement by taking a three-year appointment as a judge in Papua New Guinea. I have absolutely no frame of reference to begin evaluating this decision.

Oh, and apparently he still can't understand why his children are still furious with him, because "it wasn't personal". Which, y'know, he doesn't get to decide what we regard as personal.

Are you furious because you didn't know about it or because he's going to another country for 3 years?

Oh, neither. This is from the dramas surrounding his retirement and our shared birthday two years ago.

Concerning his PNG adventures, I wouldn't know where to begin forming an opinion.

That sounds like an interesting venture, for sure. But I'm sorry he's so weird and clueless about whatever he did that pissed everyone off (I've utterly forgotten, I'm afraid).

Took a walk to the bank, got some lunch (the diet has made it hard to make myself talk a walk by saying 'I'll walk to get food/coffee/snack!"), and now really don't want to go back upstairs and finish the work I need to do. Sigh.

I'm trying to find what stuff there is to do in Hawaii in the rain. Apparently it rains so seldom that no one is really prepared for it. Yesterday, I tried to tour an historic church, and that was closed "because of the rain." Which confused me, since the church is, you know, a building, and thus one would think that people could be inside it while it was raining outside. There was a hula show that looked good for tonight, but people on Trip Advisor are saying that it's probably not going to still be on if it's raining, since it's outdoors.

Right now, I'm listening to some birds that I can't identify.

I helped a friend sort through her parents' house when they moved to assisted living. Her father, who was every inch a fourth-generation banker, flew a Curtiss Helldiver dive bomber in the Pacific during WWII. We found the survival kit he was issued, which included things like fishing gear and a tightly folded page of survival instructions. One tip: "Do not approach the natives of Papua-New Guinea." He was lucky he never had to use the survival kit; the Helldiver fell out of the sky with depressing frequency.

I bought Grandma Utz's chips today because I was excited about kettle cooked Utz chips.

After eating them and thinking "these taste odd" I realized they are cooked in lard. I'm not against lard but these were not tasty. At all.