Happy 2022!
December 2021
I floated off the coast of Waikiki — a fabulous, very Asian-influenced destination.
Where I photo-bombed Mr. Pennington.
We ate Hokkaido-style tonkatsu at Tonaktsu Tamafuji Oahu. Reservations are impossible to get. An act of god got us in.
We climbed through a submarine at Pearl Harbor — a delightful challenge for my EDS claustrophobia.
We gazed down from some high-up views.
Back in Los Angeles, we made a trip to fabulous Orange County to pick up some Ascor from McGuff Pharmaceuticals. I go through a bottle every 25 days. I like to keep a lot on hand. I have my PCP write a prescription for six bottles at a time.
They’ll sell it to you wholesale (with a prescription) and even ship it.
But I prefer to visit the OC.
We toasted the 2nd year of a global pandemic, further south in the setting sun in San Diego, which is just a fabulous as Orange County, but neither is as great as Waikiki.
Goodbye 2021. You were better than 2020.
January 1, 2022
When my alarm when off at 4:30 a.m., it was like being hit with a bucket of ice water.
But we had big plans:
Tickets to the Rose Parade. Yay!!!!
Bucket List Item ✅
A friend bought them in February of 2020. Now that she could use them, her guests could not make it. What is this called? Ah, a pandemic gift!
It was so much fun and so beautiful, I nearly cried.
The theme this year was Dream. Believe. Achieve.
Good advice or toxic positivity?
Overnight campers were still bundled in their sleeping bags along Colorado Boulevard. Nights had been below 40° in Pasadena.
We saw the equestrian teams queuing on a closed freeway underpass.
The stealth bomber and Goodyear blimp flew overhead.
People with disabilities in the marching bands — excellent!
It ended with parachuters tumbling to the ground.
All of it was awesome.
Then we went for breakfast.
