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Lovely day

The slacker has returned!

Today was fantastic. It was one of those days that could trick me into thinking this must be paradise. Over the past week, we've struggled with vog. It hasn't been so bad at the house. OK, it's been kinda bad. But not as bad as elsewhere. We had a few bouts of thick haze, but it was intermittent. The haze has been everywhere. Even O'ahu and Maui have had their landmarks, like Diamond Head and Hale'akala, shrouded in volcanic spew. They closed the volcano viewing station for a few days because the wind was blowing toxic gas and fine glass particles in the direction of where the visitors would be standing. Apparently it's not good for one's health to breath fine glass particles and toxic gas. The trade winds died away, causing all of this nastiness. Today, however, a light northeasterly breeze returned, palm trees began to sway and rustle, the sun shone brightly, the sky was blue and all was right with our little world.
I took my two ambulatory pooches for a nice long and very breathable walk this morning. Later, Crawford got to enjoy the day with a sling-assisted walk around the yard. We're struggling a bit with her cart, though we haven't given up hope on it yet. We'll try another test drive tomorrow. After our walk, I was off to town to meander through the farmers' market and the grocery store. To top off a great day, KTA had Mehana Humback Blue on sale! So I am, at this very moment, sucking down an ice cold, foamy-topped locally brewed amber ale. I suppose life could be better, but I'm not sure how.
It was one of those days that forced me to remind myself that I hate it here. Funny huh?

Last week, I sent a resume/cover letter/etc to the local colleges offering my services as an instructor. Why the heck not?

Meanwhile, I've heard from the University of Alaska, and will be making my reservations to travel to Anchorage tonight. That will be cool, both literally and figuratively.

All sorts of trauma and mayhem has been happening at the winery. One well liked co-worker is leaving for a job that pays more. Another, who left some time ago for the same reason, is returning because his lucrative gig vanished. It was a grant funded project and the grant was not renewed. Such are the trials and tribs of living in a topsy turvy world.

A hui hou. Aloha!

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