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Out on the town

Yesterday my friend/co-worker Kathie and I went to the Imiloa Astronomy Center in Hilo.  We saw the production Mauna Kea, Between Earth to Sky.  Pretty cool.  Imiloa is good fun and always educational.  The planetarium is small but cozy, with chairs that recline all the way back so you can see the entire sky.  Right now, their doing a laser light show of some sort on Friday nights, featuring U2 as the soundtrack.  I'd like to check that out.  The grounds at Imiloa are beautiful, a botanical garden featuring native and canoe plants, all labeled.  We opted out of a cruise through the foliage, since we were almost entirely drenched just running from the front door to the car.  Hilo had received over eight inches of rain as of 10:30 last night.  That total was the accumulation since midnight the night before.  Lunch got us wet again, from the car to the restaurant.  Funny.  We both own big umbrellas and raincoats, tucked safely away at home or in other vehicles.  Reuben's Mexican Food downtown was once a place to avoid at all cost.  Now, it's been remodeled, under new ownership and pretty good.  This is definitely not the west coast when it comes to Mexican Food, but Reuben's is respectable.  We powered through enormous, onolicious platters of grub, washing them down with maragaritas.  Kathie's good fun.  She's one of my favorite people on this rock.
  
Today, I'm feeling the onset of a cold.  It's still pouring and there's no escaping it, as it's raining over the entire island chain.  I'll have to brave the deluge at some point today. It's been two days since the dogs have had a walk and they're going a bit stir crazy. 

A hui hou.  Aloha!


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