Daily Archives: March 10, 2013

Breakfast on a wet Sunday morning (photos)

The rain held off until we were back from our early morning walk along the beach and back.

But once we were home, the rain arrived.

It made comfort food the order of the day.

So here it is. Low fat turkey bacon went in the pan first. While it cooked, I separated the eggs, then whipped the egg whites, then added just a couple of yolks. While the eggs cooked, the bread went into the toaster. I do confess to adding a bit of cheese when I folded the omelet over, then cooked it long enough for the cheese to melt.

Miraculously, it all came together. A cup of coffee added the right touch.

Notice the great cast iron pan, my favorite. All of our cast iron was rescued from trash piles or found in garage sales or thrift stores. I’ve gone through lots of other types of cookware and keep coming back to the cast iron, even for these omelets.

So, first the weather….then the food.

Kaaawa, Hawaii

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Legislative Alert: Testimony needed in support of bill to strengthen disclosure requirements

SB66, which requires members of several key boards and commissions to file public financial disclosure statements, has been scheduled for a public hearing Monday afternoon before the House Committee on Consumer Protection and Commerce.

It would apply to “state boards or commissions that have official authority that includes approving, issuing, or renewing permits or licenses relating to land use, water use, or the regulation of public utilities.”

Members of the following boards will be required to publicly disclose their personal finances if the bill passes, making it easier for the public to identify potential conflicts.

(A) Board of directors of the agribusiness development corporation;

(B) Board of agriculture;

(C) Board of directors of the Aloha Tower development corporation;

(D) Hawaii community development authority;

(E) Hawaiian homes commission;

(F) Board of directors of the Hawaii housing finance and development corporation;

(G) Board of land and natural resources;

(H) Land use commission;

(I) Legacy land conservation commission;

(J) Natural area reserves system commission;

(K) Board of directors of the natural energy laboratory of Hawaii;

(L) Board of directors of the Hawaii public housing authority;

(M) Board of directors of the public land development corporation;

(N) Public utilities commission; and

(O) Commission on water resource management.”

The hearing notice is available here.

Testimony can be submitted online. Testimony doesn’t have to be elaborate. There’s even form to submit a simple statement of support.

Dealing with an overnight visit from my father

My father made a rare appearance sometime early this morning.

We were sitting in the living room of my parents’ house in Kahala, my father in the chair that had been his regular spot. I had no sense of how we got there or what else was going on, but it somehow seemed relatively normal. Although he died more than two years ago, at this moment he looked pretty good.

He was wearing a pair of clean but well-worn shorts and a t-shirt, reading glasses in place. I didn’t notice if he was wearing shoes or slippers.

He had some papers in his hand, a once strong hand which had become increasingly unsteady over the past decade, so the papers shook as he gestured towards me with them.

“I saw this in the newspaper,” he said, angling the papers so that I could see a small item he had carefully clipped.

“The airport has some new insurance requirements for venders,” he said, nodding towards the clipping. “Maybe you know somebody to handle that for me?”

I was mentally sorting through the insurance people I’ve dealt with when I caught myself. Too much wrong here. He obviously had some idea about going back into business. Before he retired from his restaurant equipment and supply business at age 85, he had talked about holding on to a couple of the best product lines that he could continue to represent. He was always a good salesman, and might have made it work. Instead, he just went fishing. Perhaps this was the reemergence of that prior plan.

I turned and moved a chair over to face him. I remember it was a low, wood and canvas captain’s chair. I don’t recall there being one like this in the house before, but there it was. I sat down, looked into my father’s face.

“This isn’t a good idea,” I said, trying to figure out how to say what needed to be said. “For one thing, you’ve got Alzheimer’s, and you couldn’t keep track of things well enough to be in business again.”

As I spoke, I remember trying to find a way to avoid saying the most obvious thing: “And you’re dead, so it’s just not going to work.”

I found a gentler tack, harkening back to those times in the nursing home when we would make up excuses whenever he would get agitated and obsessed with where he parked the car or what he had done with his wallet.

“Meda took the car home to keep it safe, so you don’t have to worry,” we would say. Or I would tell him that I was paying all the bills, so he could just relax and enjoy the hotel service (in his mind, the nursing home was a hotel, or sometimes he thought it was the old Commercial Club in downtown Honolulu).

I tried something similar. “The problem is that we’ve already closed down your bank accounts, so it would be pretty hard to set up new ones and go back to work.”

And you’re dead, I said in my mind, but in my dream I held my tongue, trying hard not to offend.

But my dream couldn’t contain the complexity of the scene and it abruptly ended. He was gone and I was partly awake, still in bed, several cats casting low shadows as they prowled the room in hopes breakfast might be coming soon.

I later realized this dream was likely triggered by the closing of my dad’s remaining bank account, the one which holds the savings which managed to outlast his two years in a nursing home. After his death, it had been set aside in trust for my mother’s care, if needed. With her passing, I’m in the process of closing the account and moving on. I thought this was pretty routine, purely a straightforward process, but obviously there’s more emotion hidden behind the scenes than I expected to be dealing with.

Fair warning.