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A day in town

I picked up a few items at the Hilo Farmers' Market this morning.  The place was bustling, but the merchants were complaining to one another about how slow it was.  There were lots of lookers and few buyers.  Everyone, however, was happy to see the sunshine, so despite the heat and mugginess, nobody was complaining. 
"At least it's not raining," said one man, a merchant powering down an enormous cheeseburger like he hadn't eaten in a week. 
"I hear that," I said.
"One think about Hilo though," he said.  "When it rains, it's a warm rain, you know?  So it's really nice for just walking around.  Really comfortable."
"True," I said.  "Especially if you have one of those giant, Hilo umbrellas."  He liked that, smiled and nodded. I wanted to add that 72 degrees, dry and sunny are also nice conditions for walking around too and don't require an umbrella, but I didn't want to burst the guy's bubble.  Nor did I want to encourage him to speak again with his mouth stuffed with burger.

I went to KTA to pick up a few items as well, one of which was a packet of vinyl gloves for Ron. He's allergic to latex and likes the vinyl ones instead of work gloves for certain tasks.  So I got those, some good beer, cat food (I'm always buying cat food) and assorted sundries, only to arrive home and find that the gloves - the primary reason for my trip to town - had not been put into the bag.  When I called the store, they had 'em, right there.  The bagger guy just missed 'em and I didn't think to rummage through my bag to be sure I had everything.  Silly me.

It really was a beautiful day. No rain until late afternoon, no vog, a little hot and sticky but I am in no way complaining. No way.  Not at all.  

A hui hou.  Aloha!


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