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Rain and sunshine


This morning, my neighbor, who apparently has a rain gauge, reported to me in passing on the road that we received 1.25 inches of rain last night. It did rain pretty hard. I guess in most places, that much rain in one night would be quite a lot. Here, it's a pretty normal night. This morning, the rain stopped and the sun came out. Within a very short while it felt not unlike a sauna outside with all that moisture evaporating into the atmosphere. Whew! It was even muggier in town, as always. So while the temperature stayed at about 85 degree, the humidity was at least 85%. Neadless to say, it was a little toasty for Doc and his canine and feline siblings today. We're cooling off nicely now though.
The zucchinis are flowering like mad and beginning to get a few fruits on them. It looks like we should have squash coming out our ears before too long. I'm making plans to make zucchini bread. The tomatoes are doing well too, with small, green orbs replacing blossoms there. Ron has planted some garlic and a piece of ginger he cut off a root we bought at the grocery store.
We've now planted all the coffee trees and are just about ready to buy some more. All of our trees are thriving, except the cinnamon and the clove tree. Weird. They both croaked. All the others - citrus, avocados, coffee, etc..- are going like gangbusters.
The older fruit trees are doing so-so. Not much fruit to speak of though. Our theory is that there was just too much rain last spring with not enough sun. The blossoms were pummeled off the trees before the bees had a chance to do their thing. So, no fruit. Hopefully, the weather will be just a smidgen better this year.
I've still gotten no response from either of the resumes I sent out. Two resumes, two job offers, right? Is that too much to ask? Guess I'd better send out a few dozen more.
Saw a great bumper sticker yesterday. You've seen the ones that read: Abortion stops a beating heart. This one said: A hamburger stops a beating heart. I thought that was pretty funny. We had cheeseburgers for dinner last night.
It's political campaign season here in Hawaii, with the primary election coming up Sept. 23. The candidates have taken to setting up along the highway with signs and waving as cars pass along. One guy has been out there for weeks. He hangs out alongside his pickup truck pm visible, grass spot, sporting an aloha shirt, his trusty lab at his side, waving to drivers. Now they've all jumped on the bandwagon.
We're still a little overwhelmed with stuff in our tiny hale. Much of it is getting bagged or boxed and shoved under the house. It just goes to show how little stuff we really need.
That's all for today. A hui hou and aloha!

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