On December 7, 1941, Japanese planes attacked the United States Naval Base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii Territory, killing more than 2,300 Americans. When we went to Hawaii a few years ago, we visited the site but did not pay to step on the USS Arizona Memorial. It was emotional enough to be in the vicinity of 2,403 fatalities, let alone stand on top of their watery graves. It’s in sharp contrast to the sunny beaches, palm trees, and flowers that make the island famous. Rest in peace my heroes!

It’s another Friday, although I once again lost track of the days in retirement mode. We talked about going to a movie to make up for missing “Matinee Monday,” but will wash windows instead. Tonight is the sixth “Meet The Neighbors” event at the clubhouse, as we continue to familiarize ourselves with those who live on our street. We did get together with our new next door neighbor to exchange contact information. She moved in just this week. Last night, we went to Ain’t Misbehavin’ at the Venice Theater, but left at intermission. The Fats Waller musical was entertaining and the performers excellent, but we were uncomfortable wearing a mask in a stuffy auditorium and tired from a busy week. 

This weekend we’ll wrap-up the new season of Ozark, go out for a family dinner, and I’ll watch some basketball. There will also be new episodes of 1883 and Euphoria. We’re still hoping that the electrician will have time to hang our overhead lights. The cabinet craftsman will also be back next week, having recovered from Covid. We’ve got to get ready – company is coming!