Hawaiian Halloween

I just got back from a trip to Hawaii, where Halloween decorations were in full swing. For me, the warm sunny tropics don't really say "Halloween." Cobwebs and other staples seem out of place, although the crabs that live in the lava rocks along the sea shore would make good candidates for spooky local mascots. Otherwise, Hawaii's only endemic land mammal is a bat, but one of their spiders is the smiley face spider so... Here are a couple of pics I took. I didn't bother with the garland of shiny 2D pumpkins that adorned the rope line at my hotel's front desk.

Searchlight

Driving home after 10PM tonight, I saw a searchlight hitting the clouds over Seattle. It made me nostalgic for when I was younger and my friends and I would try to drive to the source of the searchlight. It was never as exciting as we imagined it would be.

Tonight, I found the source of the searchlight without even making the effort to, which did give me a little thrill. This time, the source was probably the coolest I've come upon. It was the KUBE 93fm Haunted House. It actually looks pretty impressive from the outside. The Web site says tonight was the opening night, and it is open until midnight. Maybe I should have stopped, but that was never really the point of the searchlight search.

Day of Atonement

At sundown, Yom Kippur, the Jewish day of atonement began. It's never been a holiday I celebrate, at least not fully. It's a fasting day and I do not do well with fasting. It is supposed to help one focus on spiritual matters, but I tend to focus on being hungry and having a headache. Since I wasn't going to do it correctly (I actually almost always manage, without thinking about it, to have pork on Yom Kippur!), I decided years ago to just have my own personal day of atonement. Today was that day.

Atonement is an interesting concept, the idea that you can make amends for moral wrongs, especially the personal ones. The desire for a clean slate is a strong one. To be cleansed of one's wrong doings, it is a powerful promise.

I couldn't help but think, though, that while this cleansing makes one feel good, focusing on how to have fewer things to atone for next year would be better. Looking at what I felt I had to atone for, I came up with being more patient and compassionate, and letting go of how I think things should be as ways to reduce next year's list of atonements. Thinking about the work to do going forward is a bit of a buzz kill, but maybe that isn't a bad way to end a day of atonement.

Autumnal Equinox

On my iPhone, I have various cities around the globe that I've been to, or want to go to, on the weather app. I've been noticing that most of the cities are in the 65-80 degree range lately. Today, that was true for all the cities but my own: Seattle. It was supposed to be 91 today, but I think it only made it to 86 or so. We've really had a warm, sunny summer/early autumn. Wonder how long it will last?

DDS

I got my teeth cleaned today. I'm always a little amazed that we modern folk sit passively (or is it actively?) while another person has their hands in our mouths wielding sharp implements, occasionally brushing by nerves along the way.

I can remember going to the dentist when I was 4 or 5. Then, the visit was more about brush cleaning than implement cleaning. The worst part was the trays of fluoride crammed in my mouth with the old-fashioned timer slowly ticking away the minutes until they would take them out. Nasty stuff. The thing I liked about early teeth care were the little red chews that supposedly highlighted where I should brush.

The early indoctrination must have worked, though, because even at times when I was without insurance, I made a point of getting my teeth cleaned fairly regularly. I would go to dental or hygienist school, where prices were low but time commitment was high.

Despite the regular cleanings, I have not always been good about the daily care of my teeth. I stopped lying to my dentist about how well I kept up when I was in my early twenties. Then in my early thirties I got really good about not only brushing twice a day, but flossing (thanks, in part, to my boyfriend at the time). I've kept that up pretty well since.

Now a days, the only real issue I have is old fillings. I was told that most silver fillings last about 20 years. Most of mine are at least 30 years old. My childhood dentist was awesome (if only I could remember his name!). I had one section redone a couple of years ago, the old silver replaced with enamel-colored. Almost makes me wish the others would need to go.

Curtain

About a year ago, I set myself the task of reading all of Agatha Christie's fiction books, including short story collections (but not plays or anything published under a pseudonym), in the order they were published. This comes to 81 books, excluding those only published in the UK.

I read my first Agatha Christie when I was in fourth grade, 'Cards on the Table.' It was her 20th full-length novel and 13th Poirot. It's a well-crafted story bringing together Poirot with two crime fighters from other novels as well as introducing Ariadne Oliver, the fictional mystery novelist whose detective is a Finn that she's come to dislike and wonders why she chose such a character, especially as she knows nothing about Finns. No one can say she didn't have a sense of humor!

I certainly had no appreciation for any of this reading that first novel, but I liked it well enough that I read more. I tried Miss Marple, but found I did not care for the one or two I read. I'm not sure why that was, as I found them enjoyable this time around. Maybe I did not understand Miss Marple's think the worst of people attitude, or just couldn't appreciate its usefulness.

Over the years, I knew I had read many of the books, but could not be sure which I had read and which I had not. My solution? Go ahead and read them all. I'm a little amazed that I've been reading them for a year now (with some other books thrown in). And now, I have reached the end with 'Curtain,' the last Hercule Poirot novel. I did read the last Miss Marple, published a year after 'Curtain,' first since both it and 'Curtain were written during the second World War. I also skipped a collection of short stories, 'Poirot's Early Cases,' which I think I'll savor over the coming year or so (either that or use like a nicotine patch if I suffer any withdrawal symptoms).

I'm not sure how much of it is the setting--England between the world wars--but I enjoy her early works the best. Later, she focused on evil, sometimes to better affect than others, but nothing she did really touched the evil we find commonplace today. She was always a conservative upper class English woman that never got too down and dirty (don't be mislead by modern adaptations like 'Easy to Kill' that feature incest; Christie never went anywhere close to that!).

It does seem that as time went on, she needed a better editor. Perhaps, once you've reached the acclaim and sales she did within her lifetime, no one is willing to edit the way every author needs to be. Mysteries especially need to be clear and tidy, which makes the lack of editing harder to take.

One thing that surprised me the most about Agatha Christie's body of work was the number of stories that did not involve Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, or Tommy and Tuppence. She wrote several espionage/thriller type novels, as well as a novel set in ancient Egypt. While the earlier ones are generally pretty good, she never would have become famous on most of these.

The biggest surprise, though, was how little her two most famous detectives appeared in some of their novels. Miss Marple especially. It's more like she's got a cameo role in some of her novels. Most of the early Poirot novels are narrated by Arthur Hastings, keeping Poirot at a distance. It's an odd change for someone used to reading the first person narrative of Dashiell Hammett or, more recently, Kinky Friedman, or the involved personal lives of modern detectives like Harry Fairsteen or Elvis Cole.

Part of me wishes I'd written something about each one, but I'm not really one for writing reviews. Maybe I need to redefine reviews, short and sweet, just something to give my impression rather than any real analysis or detailed documenting.

Reading 'Curtain' is like meeting up with a good old friend. Arthur Hastings narrating, Poirot still as sharp as ever even if he is wheelchair bound, and a puzzle that is familiar but with its own novelty. Plus, it was written still in the golden age of her writing, in a world that was not yet past WWII. Nothing better.

The return of my mojo

It's been a tough 10 or so weeks, with both my mojo and sleep being difficult to find. I've been stressed at work (for the last 6 months!), stressed by the classes I was taking (just finished a certificate program in virtual worlds last Thursday), stressed by my main source of support not being as available as before. The lack of sleep just made the stress a whole vicious cycle, leading me to be sick much of August.

I'm someone used to going to bed, getting to sleep quickly, and waking up with or just before my alarm. I've not set my alarm since sometime in May, maybe even before then, but I've not been late in the mornings (slow, sometimes, but not late!). I cannot be sure when the last eight hours of solid sleep was.

Stress has me waking up two to six hours after I go to sleep. Right now, I'm falling right back asleep, but I can't seem to not wake up. Often, I'm too warm or too cold.

Friday and Saturday, I went to bed early, around 10PM and, with the gap, was able to sleep many, many hours. It's helped me feel much, much better. Much more myself. It's a tonic.