No self-respecting cat can resist a box. Lucy is no exception. If she's not in a box, she's sneaking into cupboards or closets. She is quite the little explorer.
Today at work a man came in to ask for the key to the lua. Clearly he was a local. One test of a person's knowledge of the islands is whether or not he or she knows the difference between a lua and a luau. A luau is a feast. The lua is where you go sometime after the feast.
We are experience substantial rain lately. Or, as they say locally, "We get plenny da kine ua."
Not much is new. It's been raining so much and so hard we haven't even considered any yard work in weeks. The coffee trees are still doing well and the vegetable garden is protected by our Puna Style greenhouses. It's somewhat treacherous just getting to town and back. Yesterday, I actually slowed down to about 20 mpg along one stretch when the rain was coming down so hard I couldn't see much of anything in front of the hood. Shoots. I could hardly see the hood itself.
Today was slow at the wine factory, so I came home a couple of hours early. That's OK. I collected my first paycheck for freelancing writing today. CHACHING!
I'm reading a great book entitled, "Moloka'i" by Alan Brennart. It's the story of a young girl who contracts Hansen's Disease (leprosy) and is sent to the leper colony at Kalaupapa on the island of Moloka'i. She is sent at age 7, ripped away from her family. This happens in 1893, the same year as the overthrow of Queen Lili'uokalani and the Hawaiian monarchy by US businessmen, aided by the Marines. The author weaves bits of history into the girl's story.
I feel a trip to Kona coming on. My bones are complaining of vitamin D deficiency. Gotta to find some sunshine!
A hui hou. Aloha!
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