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Mauna Loa snow

The morning began crystal clear, with views of snow-capped Mauna Loa across the golf course on my way to work. Unfortunately, I neglected to bring the camera, so didn't get a shot. Maybe I'll get lucky tomorrow.
The nice weather did not last, however, and soon, we were shrouded in Volcano Village mist, interrupted regularly by terrific downpours. Still, it was a fun, silly day. We didn't get busy until late and even then, we weren't crushed. There was plenty of time for us to sing along to the Christmas carols playing on the stereo, talk story and even play a little hang man on the dry erase board we use to convey mass messages to the crew.
Ron spent the afternoon learning that the insurance company "expert" he had made an appointment to consult knew less about the coverage provided by various policies offered by her company than he did. I think the experience caused temporary waning of his aloha. "You don't have to be so mean," said the woman at one point. Whether it's the insurance industry or the bureaucratic red tape in Hawaii required of small business owners, it can be enough to make even the Dalai Lama or Mother Theresa lose their aloha. So you can see that poor Ron doesn't stand a chance.
The past few days have been downright chilly up at the winery. Certainly not midwest ice storm chilly and not Gunnison Colorado sub-zero chilly, but definitely long sleeves and sweaters chilly. I get all kine chicken skin l'dat.
A hui hou. Aloha.

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