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Stormy weather

Hurricane Flossie is on its way. It is predicted to just skirt the island, missing us by about 100 miles or so, bringing some wind, lots of rain and fraying nerves. There's something comical to me about a hurricane named Flossie. I'm having trouble taking her seriously. It's like a Rotweiler named Fifi or a Bijon Frise called Fang. It just doesn't fit. "Whoopdee doo. We're going to be hammered by Flossie." It might make a great name for a cartoon character created to convince children of the merits of dental care. She'd be a female talking tooth with arms, legs and long eye lashes. But a Hurricane? Puleeeze..... If you want to scare me, give me an Ivan or an Andrew or even a Katrina. Not a Flossie.
Just in case Flossie is not whimpy, we are fully stocked with all the important supplies like water and pet food. We moved the loose items around under cover and my tea plants up against the house. Reports say we could see 50 mile per hour winds. That's not hurricane strength, but it's enough to blow stuff around. We used to get gusts that high in Gunnison every spring. It pruned huge branches from the giant cottonwoods and ripped cedar shingles off the house.
The BEST news about Flossie is that the management at the winery has decided we'll be closed tomorrow. YAY! It's the first time the winery has ever been closed. I was also told that, since it was my regular day to work, I would be paid. Yay again! I could use that $72 before taxes.
As if a hurricane were not enough, we had a nice little earthquake this evening. I think the approximate time was 7:38 p.m. and the magnitude was 5.3. The cats all skeedaddled. The dogs spun around in circles barking. It was over in about 15 seconds, tops. Rock and roll.
Crawford and I made the trek to Hilo today for her second shot of Adequan. The vet says it could help her to rebuild cartilage in her joints. I asked if she could give me a shot or two also. I pointed to my knee, but she just laughed. I wasn't kidding. Anyway, it's non-steroidal and has no significant side effects, so we figure it's worth a try for my gimpy little girl. We're upping her Metacam dosage, making sure she takes her vitamins and glucosamine and I've added Sam-e for liver support to help her process her medications. See where that $72 will come in handy?
Yes, here in Hawaii nei we have it all: tsunamis, earthquakes, molten lava and hurricanes. I think our new tourist slogan really should be: Hawaii. It's not for whimps.
Oh yeah.... you can log onto the Hawaii Island Journal website now and find my story. Actually, I've made it easy. Just click HERE and you're there.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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