Coyotes

 The coyotes have been very vocal lately.  One of them will get to howling.  Pretty soon many of them are howling.  When it wakes me up in the middle of the night it sounds like someone is having a party and the howling is laughter.  

Aloha from O'ahu North Shore

 My daughter just turned 30.  Wait.  Let's do the math.  How can I be *that* old already?  This past weekend was my high school 40th reunion.  I was not there, and neither were my soul sisters.  Why?  My soul sisters were attending the wedding of Blue Eagle's daughter.    I was on O'ahu's north shore for a work meeting that extended into a celebration of my daughter's 30th birthday.  The 30th birthday had been planned for a year.  Otherwise, I would have been at Blue Eagle's daughter's wedding.  Last choice would have been my 1985 class reunion.  

I do not know why class reunions are relevant any more.  Once upon a time people actually looked forward to catching up with their old crushes and meeting their now spouses (damn, why did he marry THAT wretched toe rag!  I am soooooooo much BETTER).  We all wanted to go to show up how our exes missed out and make them envious at what we had become and what they could have had.  Missed it.  Boo-hoo.  Over and out.  Ex-boyfriend is now stuck with dowdy Sally Sad Tits while mine are still pert-n-perky.  Hey, ex-boyfriend, meet me in the coat room so you can remember?  Huh????  I'll show you.  Yeah, I see you looking at me.....(coat room door closes and the window fogs).  

I digress.  Really, class reunions are all about bragging.  Only the rich and the thin go back.  In this day and age of constant social media connection, I no longer see the point of subjecting myself to more bragging by classmates who have a chip on their shoulder and something they need to "prove" to the world.

Fact:  Social media has eliminated the need for class reunions.  We *still* can't shake the butt-head who was two lockers down from us and was in our biology 101 class thanks to "friend suggestions" from Meta AI that we all should revolt against.    

Here is today's truth.  Everybody posts pictures and documentaries of their every meal, vacation, surgery, trip to Costco, divorce, remarriage, job promotions, births of children and grandchildren (and of course how precious and perfect they are), trophies and medals their kids have collected, and detailed accounts of bowel movements that have required more than one flush, etc., on social media.  Oh wait.  I forgot *the* main social media topic:  MY POLITICAL VIEWS ARE SUPERIOR TO YOURS AND YOU ARE A COMPLETE IDIOT IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Truth bomb:  I can handle the happy family news, no matter how sappy,  way more than I can handle the political self-righteousness.  

I got off point.  Celebrating my daughter's 30th birthday on O'ahu was very spiritual.  We did not plan it to be that way.  The ancients welcomed her home at the north point.  I heard them rejoice at her return.  This will not make any sense to those who are convinced that this is the only dimension.  

 

The Funeral

 CHP's funeral was last Tuesday.  We showed up, sat in the back, and paid our respects to the (undeserving) widow and her exact likeness of a daughter.  

It was the SuperBETCH Jr., show complete with subtitles for anybody who might have a difficult time understanding that SHE was the one in charge and running everything.  Even the priest made a comment about her monopolizing everything.  I so wanted to change the channel.

SuperBETCH Jr. made the announcement that a luncheon was being provided at a local restaurant following the ceremony.  Sadly, the announcement was not a true invitation.  People felt the weird vibe and did not attend the luncheon.  Where did people congregate?  At our house.  We did not make any announcements nor try to hijack their luncheon in anyway.  We were simply exhausted from being exposed to the prolonged drama that was made even worse by SuperBETCH and SuperBETCH Jr.  We just wanted to go home after the funeral and feel our emotions.   

People just started showing up at our house.  Pretty soon we needed to order a bunch of pizzas.  Pretty soon it was a full-blown gathering.  There were tears shed and also some laughter along with some really amazing stories of CHP delivering a baby on the Golden Gate Bridge and stories from Balboa High School back in the 1950's.  

Come to find out that some of the people who actually did go to SuperBETCH's luncheon left in a hurry because of the awkward and cold energy.   We had more people at our house honoring CHP after the funeral (which was not planned) than SuperBETCH did at her fancy luncheon where napkins were counted out to an exact number and placed exactly 3 inches from the place setting.  

Yup.  Beer, pizza and salad still rule the day.  Hey, we even had some cheesy garlic bread.    It's even better if it is not planned.  

GFYS, SuperBETCH and SuperBETCH Jr.  So glad we will never have to see either one of you ever again.  BUH-BYE.