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Regular happenings on the rock

Meet Finn.  He is the adorable mascot of a shop called Suzi's Woollies in downtown Anchorage.  I just couldn't resist shooting his picture, especially since he was so kind as to pose for me. 

Here on the island, I'm already back to work at the winery.  With one employee out on short paternity leave and another who up and quit, the place is limping along with a skeleton crew.  I'm picking up extra shifts this week. With any luck, they will need me less next week.  I have oodles of reading and writing to do. 
Power was out for two hours this morning.  We were forced to process our sales transactions manually at the winery.  It's amazing how technology spoils you.  Wouldn't you know it, we were actually busy early on, so I was writing receipts like a maniac.  Amazingly, they were all accurate. My arithmetic and hand calculated tax matched the computer-register when the power came on and I could actually enter them into the system.  Thank you to the sisters at Queen of Peace School.

Ron has actually managed to do what everyone said was impossible.  He has grown corn in the rainforest.  
We have a few short rows.  The ears are small but sweet and delicious.  We also have zucchini and cucumbers coming out our ears.  I wouldn't say we're living off the land, but every little bit helps.  Cucumbers are about $2.00 each at the market here, so it's nice to be able to pick our own.

Ron and I drove to Pahala town to buy 16 new coffee trees on Sunday afternoon.  It was a beautiful day, although we drove through some gnarly vog along the way.  They were a bargain at $1.25 each.  The man who sold them to us - Andy - has five acres of mature trees in Wood Valley and processes his own coffee in small batches.  We bought some from him and are enjoying his product.  It's good stuff.

Our oldest trees are looking good, with blossoms and cherries on several.
 

Since Sunday, it's been raining. At least the water tank is full.

Tomorrow is cobweb day.  I plan to sweep the spiders' handiwork from the lanai.  Of course, they'll all be back within a week.  You've got to give those spiders credit.  They are persistent.

A hui hou.  Aloha!


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