Not much has happened worth writing about the past week. It's been a mixture of rain and sun, enough rain to make it squishy and enough sun to encourage the grass to grow and the blossoms to pop on the coffee trees. There a bunch of fat apple bananas hanging from the rafters of the front lanai, waiting to ripen. It's pretty much poured all day today, making the kitties stir crazy, wrestling on the couch, toppling the recycling bin full of soda cans on the back lanai. The dogs are bored silly, lying around with forlorn expressions, their chins resting on the floor between their front paws. I could have taken them for walks today in the torrent, but opted to stay dry for once. Dry-er anyway.This morning I ventured to Kea'au, where I shot this photo of the giant lychee tree in the parking lot. You can just make out the ripe, red fruits. The lychee on the bottom of the tree always gets picked, but the trees grow so tall that most of the ripe juicy beauties at the top go unharvested. What a bummer. I love lychee and they charge a bundle for it at the farmers' market, even though there a tree in nearly every yard in Hilo. Must be 'cause the trees are so ding dang tall. Next to mangos, it's my favorite local fruit.
I went to the heath food store to purchase Tumeric, a wonder herb. It's actually a root, not an herb, in the ginger family and goes well as an anti-inflammatory with the boswellia and bromelain I'm giving Hoppsy. It smells great, but I'm a big Indian curry lover, so others might not find the aroma so enticing. I plan to consume some of it myself. As I entered the store, I stopped to peruse the posters and messages on their bulletin board, just to see what's going on and what's for sale. Sadly, I saw a familiar face. Molly, my neighbor's dog. She's missing, last seen in the parking lot there at the shopping center. She either jumped out or, more likely, was taken from her person's van. Sad. I so hope Molly's found. I know she and her kids love that little dog.
Rice is cooking in the rice cooker. I usually cook rice in a pan on the stove but since I have a rice cooker, I sometimes plug it in and let the magic happen there. It came with the house. The first time I'd ever seen one was when my college roommate Colleen brought one to our apartment. She was from Hawaii and ate a lot of rice. The thing I remember most about her rice cooker is how I accidentally ran over it. I don't recall why it was in the driveway. It may have been there because she was taking stuff to someone's house to cook and set it down temporarily while she ran into the house to get the rest of the stuff. Or maybe she was bringing stuff back. Nothing else makes sense. I just know that I backed up and straight over the thing, making it flat as a penny on a railroad track after the train passes by. Have you ever done that? The penny thing, I mean. It's pretty cool if you can manage to actually find the thing after the train passes.
Harley likes the view from on high. Guess the world just looks interesting from up there.
A hui hou. Aloha!
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