Today I found this over at Gene’s : My favorite phrase today is gone native. Adj., the wild thing. Def.: Carefully hanging up the $45 Hawaiian shirt you bought on your Maui vacation and never wearing it again.
I took this as a sign from Big Ernie that I should show some evidence of life but I’m still on Maui time which means, by rights, I’m entitled to sleep indefinitely rather than return to work, meal prep and blogging.
While on Maui I posted a fair number of pictures- sort of an eclectic group of photos, few of which really captured the beauty and wonder of the place. There are no underwater photos and that’s where fully 2/3s of what’s beautiful exists. When I am under there looking at the breadth and depth of life that we rarely even consider, let alone see, I’m always sort of stunned. Stunned at these gifts and stunned by our lack of care or concern for them. For those who don’t snorkle or dive I urge you to go HERE and take the tour of the Maui Ocean Center which includes a wonderful sight and sound experience you’ll want to watch and share. See those moon jellies? They are some of my favorites. In recognition of that, Rich gave me this spectacular piece of blown glass, a moon jelly by Richard Satava, as a birthday gift:
I spent the bulk of my birthday sleeping the red eye home. I also got shorted 6 hours through the wonder of time zones. This is patently unfair since I need all the hours I can get now that I am most definitely more than halfway through this lifetime. The other thing that is patently unfair around here is that I take all the pictures. Granted, I take enough for 5 people, but this means that we have essentially no pictures of guess who? Does this happen at your house? We have pictures of kids and pets and flower beds and vacation pictures and many great spontaneous ones of Rich. Once a year- yes, one time a year- I try to get him excited about taking a picture of yours truly. He says he will but then he doesn’t. And then, when it’s starting to feel as gratifying as asking someone to tell you they like you, I nudge him some more and he finally will take a picture. And it always sucks. The reason it sucks is because it’s not spontaneous, I’m not particularily photogenic and what he really wants to do is take a picture of a sunset. He has, oh, about 4,000 pictures of sunsets stored on his hard drive. Maybe 6 bad pictures of me. So I have to pose for many many long minutes in front of the sunset until the sun is just so. He always moves me over a few feet so I don’t block the great view. Here is this year’s great sunset picture- minus me.
I’ve decided it’s not worth being pissy about the picture problem because Rich is fine in most other regards. Also, when I turned 50, which was just a year or so before I met Rich I decided to take my own picture of myself- in my birthday suit.
That 50th year I was wearing a crown of autumn leaves and it wasn’t too shabby if I do say so myself. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing I did sending it around to members of BCMA but hey, wild thing! Since then, in 5 short years, this body has gone somewhat south but I still did it, I guess as a measure of the passage of time. It’s floating around here somewhere. I’m not dumb enough to post that on my blog; in lieu of that here is my birthday self portrait for year 55. Some scars from basal cell, I’ve got that jowly neck thing going, some thickening around the middle and that rogue eyebrow over the blind eye-what’s up with that? But- it’s me. No plastic, nothing fake.
Two more photos. Dinner with friends at Mama’s Fish House. Yes, Judy, I had the wonton wrapped shrimp with macadamia nut and red pepper sauce. I also had a fresh Maui tomato and onion salad and a cerviche of lobster and fresh sweet peppers.
The last photo is for Hoss. In an earlier comment he expressed disappointment that there wasn’t a picture of the nearly naked woman who leis every athlete who runs across the finish line. Here she is with the very last runner to finish the 2005 Xterra World Championship Triathlon. This is Bobby McMullen, with his guide, who swam the ocean, biked up and down the volcano and ran the lava fields without benefit of sight. And yes, Hoss, because he is blind it was perfectly pc for him to cop a feel. Too bad she has hardly any meat on those bones.