Breath deep, suck it in and choke

The tradewinds are gone and we are now besieged with..... VOG! I hate vog! Not that I have any right to complain. It's been months since our last bout with the sulfur dioxide Nemesis. Wait a minute. Maybe I do have a right to complain. When I was living in Gunnison, how many days of vog did we encounter? Hmmmmm....let me think.... oh yeah. That would be ZERO! There was a little smoke during the summer of 2005 when the entire state of Colorado was burning and some of it blew our way, but that was different. It was something you knew would GO AWAY! Here, we don't know if this encounter with Pele's bad breath will last a day or a week or a month. Further, we don't know if the volcano will continue to spew for another day, week, month or 20 years.

Today, we drove to our new friend Andy's house to buy 2o more coffee trees. Lately, the vog has been bad in Pahala Town, where Andy lives. Today, however, the fine folks of Pahala got a reprieve, their air clean and clear. That's 'cause all the vog is here, at our house. We stopped for malasadas at P.T. (Pahala Town) Cafe. They fill 'em with so much bavarian cream that it oozes like white lava out of the injection hole. Well, not exactly white. More like ecru or eggshell. It's thick and sweet like pudding. Onolicious!

Crawford wiggled her way into a pile of poop we didn't catch in time tonight, so I had to plop her into the tub to hose her off. Poor baby. She hates that. Ah but now she's clean, fresh and a little wet, which is keeping her cool on this muggy, voggy evening.

Just another day in paradise, with toxic air, sugary treats and poop. It's hard not to envy my life, isn't it?

A hui hou. Aloha!

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