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Rain in the rainforest. Go figure.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head..... but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red. Cryin's not for me... cuz.... I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'......

Ah but if I could, just by complainin', I would. On Sunday, with the water coming down, I had to get out and about. So I went to the Maku'u Farmers' Market. The place was packed. There was actually a traffic jam of people trying to get in and out of the parking lot from the highway. When I asked the juice lady what was up, she just replied, "This is what happens when it's been raining for two weeks straight and then there's a break in the weather. Everyone just has to get out." Indeed.
I picked up papayas and bananas at the market, then found my way to a new pet supply place in Hawaiian Paradise Park. How's that for a corny community name? They call it HPP for short. There is also an area called Hawaiian Beaches, Hawaiian Acres.... pretty imaginative, eh? The worst is Hawaiian Ocean View Estates, a.k.a. H.O.V.E. It's a nice area if you like shacks on lava. Anyway, this woman has started a small pet supply business because there's isn't one in lower Puna. People with pets there have to drive all the way to Hilo to buy quality food, etc. I think she has a chance. Her name is Laurie and she is certainly nice and personable. She's hoping to entice a groomer and a holistic veterinarian to share the space with her.
How 'bout those Oscars, eh? Folks are already saying that the reason Eddie Murphy did not win for Dreamgirls was because he's black and he's a comedian. Huh? Forest Whitaker's black. Denzel Washington's black. Hallie Barry is black. Sidney Poitier is black. They've all won Oscars. No, none of them are comedians. But Robin Williams is a comedian. Jamie Foxx is a comedian and a musician and he's black. I know Eddie Murphy was fabulous is the movie and I think he's one of the most talented people on this planet and deserves to win an award (and he did - a Golden Globe). But Alan Arkin was at least equally fabulous in a much less glamorous but no less excellent film. So there are my two cents worth....
I think today may be the day to start my great American novel. But first, I need to spend a little time at the gym.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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