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A trip to the dry side

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Yesterday, like today, it rained. So it wasn't too tough early in the morning, watching the water fall in sheets from the sky, to make quick plans to drive to Kona. The excuse? We need stuff at Costco, of course. Hey, if I've got to patronize a big box once in awhile to reap some savings, it might as well be one that takes good care of it's employees and puts profits back into the company rather than into the CEO's pocket. Anyway, we donned our swimsuits under our clothes, slid on the slippah and headed to the dry side.
Before shopping, we spent a couple of hours at the beach. We crashed our old favorite resort; The Orchid at Mauna Lani. Technically, we do have legal access to their beach, no matter how much stink eye the staff might give. That's because all beaches, even those affiliated with a resort, are public. Nobody can actually own a beach in Hawaii. So, we hung there, and at their pool, posing as wealthy haoli tourists. Then it was off to Costco to buy sundries en-mass like toilet paper and paper towels.
The kids, meanwhile, were left at home to gaze out at the falling rain.

Today, we're here with them. It's a good day to unpack boxes. We're struggling to find room for all our junk. We have downsized substantially, however, and that is, as Martha would say, a good thing.
Two avocado trees made their way into the ground last week. We also expanded our vegetable garden, moving the giant zucchini plants to a larger plot of dirt. They are out in the open, so we'll see if they can withstand the rain and vog. Meanwhile, my potted tomatoes are growing like gangbusters. They are under the shelter of the eves, out of the rain. I was told you can't grow tomatoes here. Too wet. We'll see. I'm out to prove the neighbors wrong on that one.
That's all for now. A hui hou. Aloha!

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