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A beautiful day in paradise


The sky was so clear and blue this morning that the snow atop Mauna Kea shone brighter than dandruff on a black t-shirt. And prettier, too. There's about a foot of the white stuff up there.
Today, we played, strolled, baked, weed whacked and just generally enjoyed a perfect day of sunshine graced with lovely, cooling tradewinds. The cats were all in kitty heaven. This is Lucy. Isn't she a cutie? She came with the house. We have fallen head over heals in love with her. Abner likes her too.
Now, it's raining. No. It's pouring. It's so loud I can hardly hear the keys on the keyboard as I type this.
My dad is preparing for the biggest trip of his life. He is coming to the island to visit us for a couple of weeks in April. He's never been on an airplane longer than two hours, never been east of the Mississippi or west of the West Coast of Mainland USA. So this should be quite an experience for him. I'll meet him in Honolulu. It's a small, yet notoriously challenging airport to find one's way through. It's that wiki-wacki wikiwiki shuttle that get's 'em every time. We'll go see the Arizona Memorial and probably the battleship Missouri, check out Waikiki, then head home to Hilo.
Ron has a new favorite commercial jingle that he's been singing around the house for several days now. "Big, buckin' chicken.... you are big and you are chicken....." I'm going to try to talk him into singing it for my next podcast, so be sure to tune in. It's pretty funny really. Of course, everything becomes a form of entertainment when you've been cooped up in the house for three weeks enduring torrential downpours, one after another.

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