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Rainy weekend

How do you like the new look o' the blog? The banner at the top was cut from a photo of a giant leaf covered in rain drops. Pretty cool, huh? I think I need to change the color of the heading font, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.
The tropical depression that's come and gone left us with a generally soggy weekend. We spent it puttering around the house. The dog's are bored stiff. Today, Ron chased a passel o' pigs from the yard with his trusty .22 caliber rifle. That provided some excitement to an otherwise dull day. He didn't hit any of them, but he scared them away. Our neighbor has hit two in the past few days. He's a much better shot than Ron. He's smokin' 'em up. I'm actually glad Ron didn't hit one. I wouldn't know what to do with it if he did. Actually, I would know what to do with it but I wouldn't want to do it. I know the pigs are just trying to survive in this world, just like we are. But they are a menace to gardening and farming. So we'll just keep scaring them away.
All over the island, kids are already getting ready to go back to school. They start next week! Summer vacation is a scant six weeks here. There are fund raisers and school supply collections drives everywhere you turn. It's heartbreaking to me that kids' parents can't even afford to buy them notebooks, pencils, paper and folders for school. I am reminded of a bumper sticker I've seen around lately. It says, "It will be a great day in America when all of our schools have all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber." Indeed.
Harrison Ford, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas have been spotting in various spots around east Hawaii. They're shooting the next Indiana Jones movie. Luckily for Indiana, we have no snakes in Hawaii.
Another week is ahead with oodles of island fun in store.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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