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The sun will come out, tomorrow.
Bet yer bottom dollar that tomorrow,
there's be SUN.....

TOMORROW, TOMORROW, I love ya, tomorrow, it's only a day away.

Did I mention that the climate here is somewhat humid? This is what it does to my hair.

Also, the wall behind me is the color I've painted the guest room. Pretty bold, huh?

Today was very foggy. At least the wind has died down. It blew so hard yesterday and the day before that we lost our carport tarp. The wind just ripped it to shreds. Our Puna style greenhouses needed a little repair too but overall, they survived. We've got pepper plants with blossoms, peas and soy beans sprouting out and cabbage seedlings searching for daylight.
There's a hole in the neighbor's fence. We know this because his goat came to visit the other day into our yard. That would be OK except for the fact that he (the goat, not the neighbor) seems to fancy munching on our coffee trees. The neighbor is a nice guy though and as soon as we told him, he moved the goat to another part of his property, away from our shared fence.
Tonight we cruised all the way down to Pahoa Town for dinner at Luquin's Mexican Food. Yummy! Steak tacos for me! Downtown Pahoa has become a regular little restaurant row. In just the few months since we were there last, several empty store fronts have been filled with some form of dining experience. There's a pizza place, two Italian, Filipino, Vegetarian -raw - organic, luncheonette-type cafe, two Thai places... it's hoppin.'
I love Pahoa. It's a place where everyone fits in because it's full of misfits. For better or worse, there's a live-and-let-live vibe to the place unlike anywhere I've ever been. It makes places like Berkeley and Boulder seem downright stodgy and mainstream. It's nice to see the old false front historic buildings being fixed up and occupied again, without compromising the character of the place too much. There is a Seven-Eleven at one end of town. Otherwise, there are not national chains of any kind there. Pahoa's character remains unique in the world. It has not yet become Generica. Thank goodness, hippies, locals, druggies, intellectuals, artists, recluses, fugatives, free spirits, entrepreneurs and all the other fine citizens of Pahoa for that.
That's all for today. A hui hou. Aloha!

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