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Greetings from Colorado, the forest green Subaru capital of the world. I'm here, rattling around in my cabin with only a small table, two chairs and a futon mattress for furniture. Still, it's good to be back in my old stomping grounds. The spring wind is trying hard to suck the rain forest moisture from my every pore. Too late. California already did that. It's been good to spend time with my BFFs in CA. They've all been great support.
The weather's actually borderline balmy here in Gunnison. It was a brutal winter for folks here. I think I'm glad I missed that, although I guess the powder on the mountain was epic. Now that the snow is melting and the mercury is rising, people act a little like they've just been let out of prison after a long sentence. The cabin is a little worse for the wear. The snow bent the iron railing that frames the front porch and the north fence is sagging in the moisture laden pasture. Otherwise, it's all good. I managed to light the pilot on the hot water heater last night when I got in. The plates that cover the hole where you stick the lighter-gun were a bear to remove for some reason. It's a good thing nobody was in the house to listen to me swear.
I also removed the insulation I'd placed at the base of the garage doors, only to discover the cozy sleeping quarters of about a dozen meadow voles. They scurried about, frantically discombobulated, trying to find their way out. So I helped them out a little by opening the door. Luckily, none had made their way into the house. Where's Abby the tabby when you need him? Oh yeah. He's in Hawaii, lounging on the lanai.
I'm off to the hardware store now. That's were I spend most of my time when in Gunnison, bonding with the guys at True Value. I opened a window in one of the bedrooms to air the place out. The fixture that usually enables me to crank it open pulled right out of the wood. So I need wood putty and new screws. It's always something with an old house.
With no Hilo humidity to give it bounce, my hair's gone straight. While I'm missing my natural curls, I am enjoying the sunshine.

A hui hou. Aloha!
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