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Which end (of this island) is up?

Today was slow at the winery.  Really slow.  Monday was slower.  In fact, while Monday was not the slowest day ever, it was the slowest recently.  So we find ourselves comparing all others to it.  
"Pretty slow today," I say as we closed up shop this afternoon.
"Not as slow as Monday," says Kathie.  
"True dat," I say.

Yesterday, we had a couple in from Oklahoma who had no idea where they were.
"Where are you two staying here on the island?" I ask.
"Hokowaila? Wokahola?..." husband tries.  "It's way at the south end of the island."
I pause to think.
"Waikaloa?" I ask.
"That's it!" he says.
"Um, that's the north end of the island."
"OK," he says.
Later, wife is ready to check out.  She has purchased a few souvenirs.  
"Would you like a map?" I ask.
"I'm not so good at reading maps," she says.
What I surprise, I think.
"It's free, " I say. "I like this one.  It's really easy to read."
"OK, thanks."
"How far is it back to our hotel?" husband asks.  You'd think he would know that, since he drove here from there.
"Two and a half hours if you drive straight through," I say.
"That far?"
"It's a pretty drive.  You'll enjoy it.  Thanks for coming to see us!"
How they found us, I'll never know.  They were probably shooting for Hawi and landed at the winery.  Hawi is about as far away as you can get from here without getting wet.

I like Hawi.  They have no vog.  We have vog.  I hate vog.  Hawi or Kapa'au. That's where I want to live, but I can't. We want land.  We need land.  Land is out of our price range in Hawi and Kapa'au.  Bummer.  We can only afford land in the vog.  Or maybe in Nebraska.  Actually, where I want to live is Colorado.

I put the finishing touches on my Christmas card/letter tonight and will print it this weekend.  It's always a project.  Last year I cheated by purchasing cards and slipping the letter in.  I do that about every other year.  This year I made the card.  I used iPages on my new Mac, which is a quirky little graphic design program I'm not sure I like.  Maybe it will grow on me if I tinker with it some more.

The babies are tucked into their cave for the evening.  I have a giant pen all decked out with cushy fleeces, a snuggle safe warmer, food, water and a litter box.  It's covered with towels and a wool army blanket under the shelter of the lanai.  They actually seem to like it in there.  The cat house keeps them safe at night.  Ron is watching "How it's Made" and I'm going to crawl under the covers with a good book.  Are we exciting, or what? 

A hui hou.  Aloha! 




 

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