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Growing and mowing

Don't name them.  Don't name them.  Don't name them..... Well, I'd bet that Harley, Winnie and Pip have nearly double in size since they arrived here at what is most likely their new home.  The big cats still aren't thrilled about them being here, but their becoming more patient with every encounter.  Of course, the tikes are still kept in their playpen when not being supervised by me.  They get braver by the day.  By the minute, really.  In fact, they are fearless.  I admire that in them.  They just go for the glory.  I would love to keep them all indoors, but my house is just too small for that.  With the exception of other cats occasionally wandering through the yard, it's pretty safe outside here.  The dogs help keep that foreigners to a minimum too, since they know the difference between their kitties and an alien visitor and bark enough the scare the pants off of any intruders.  My big cats never go to the road (except Mr. Sox) so no cars.  There are no predators like coyotes or eagles or lions or tigers or bears to snap them up.  Right now, though, the rats are bigger than they are, so we'll keep them close.

Ukulele lessons will resume a week from Tuesday.  The Volcano Arts Center is finally offering an intermediate class.  Yay!  So, I'd better dust off the old Oscar Schmidt and start plunkin'.
Aloha, oe, you stink like poi... 

Today, we will mow the rest of the back 40.  OK, the rest of the back four.  Or two.  It's plenty for me.  If I ever own more acreage than this, it will be of the wild variety, to be looked at and admired, not maintained.  It's been about a month, so we're a little overgrown.  Oh, those of you lamenting winter, remember, it's a nice break from lawn maintenance.  

Last Friday the owner of the winery was on island and called a mandatory managers' meeting.  I was hoping to hear the implementation of some fantastical changes, some creative cost cutting measures or some kind of over-the-top promotion to rev things up.  Well, we do have promotion in play, but it's not exciting and no drama came out of the meeting.  Shoots.  All the drama happens when he's gone.  I was ready for a shake up, you know? Instead, it's just the same old same old.

Our tasting room manager dressed up as a sort of demonic sugar plum ferry for Halloween.  It was pretty cute.  She even had wings.  I was a paniolo, or Hawaiian cowboy, so my costume was an aloha shirt and a cowboy hat.  Pretty inventive, huh?

Time to take the Doctor Dog and Hoppsy Dahli Lama Doodlerama for a walk.  

A hui hou.  Aloha!









  








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