Happy Father's Day!

I want to acknowledge and send my deep appreciation to the dads in my life:

My own Dad who has always been there for me throughout my life...

Mike, the father of my children...

and my son Chris, who has become a wonderful daddy to his own kiddos...
Thanks for sticking it out, you lovely men, and for doing a great job for your families.
I love each of you so very much!
And I wish you a Happy Father's Day!!

PS: Son-in-law Dave will soon be joining these ranks! Happy Father-to-be...

Back in the Swing of Things!

Finally, we are feeling back to normal (no snide comments please!) and ready to join the living once more. Had a nice dinner-and-dice evening with a good friend last Friday... and no relapse the next day. We ventured a little further and did a big grocery shopping in Hilo... still standing. So yesterday I went to work on the yard that had been somewhat neglected for the duration, pruning and hauling branches away, dumping bucketloads of weeds to the chickens in their yard. Meanwhile, Mike poured another footing for the big screenhouse.

This morning, in dire need of some muscle relaxant after yesterday's exuberance, we decided to restart our "Monday mornings at the warm pond" routine. And I'm so glad we did! We had somehow fallen out of this delightful habit well before I got sick. It was high time to resume. This one of the most wonderful places on the island - and a major reason for us choosing this spot to live, being only 20 minutes away.

We arrived just before a very low low-tide, a minus-tide in fact, and the water was clear and warm. Not many people there at all. Maybe the cloudy weather kept them elsewhere but that's just fine. We made our way to the far side of the pond where there's a little rock table to set our beach bags upon. Down the steps into the perfect temperature water - aaahhh.... You can just feel all your cares being gently floated away, while tiny cleaner fish nibble on your toes, giving you a 100 dollar pedicure for free.

Most of the bottom of the pond is rocky, but we floated over to the sandy area closer to where the water enters from the ocean. As we were admiring the view, one of the other couples drifted closer and asked, "Do you have a daughter named Lori who lives in Alaska?" Turns out these were friends of Lori & Dave's (who are taking care of their cats & garden starts back in Anchorage while they're on vacation)! What a surprise - and what a fun morning visiting with Tim & Jen, sharing places to see and things to do, both here and in Anchorage. After a bit of light rain - kisses from heaven - the sun came bursting out and I was glad I'd remembered to put on sun lotion. I bet Mike wishes he had.

Just as Tim & Jen were leaving to further their island adventures, along comes one of our own long lost friends who we hadn't seen for months! Molly and the kids had ventured down the mountain for some swimming and were actually hoping to catch us on our usual Monday trip (not realizing we hadn't done that for months). So we stayed another hour while Kekala tried to drown Mike, and Molly and I got caught up with each other's news. Another greatly satisfying visit.

Y'know, some days just turn out perfect. :-)

Out of Service

While I thoroughly enjoyed the Merrie Monarch Parade last month, I did get quite chilled in the rain... and came down with a nasty cold that just will not go away. Ick! I was pretty out of it for a while there, and still have a bit of lingering cough, but otherwise I feel mostly recovered.

But now Mike's got it. No fair! And he was so good about taking care of me for the 2 weeks I was pretty much bed-ridden.

So we have an assortment of cough drops... lots of herbs, teas, & vitamins... plenty of good nourishing food... and have greatly enjoyed a few gatherings with friends to cheer us up once the worst was over.

But not much has happened during this time, so not much to write about here.

Hmmm... there must be something...

The liliko'i is in full bloom and totally abuzz with honeybees. There's an outstanding crop of avocados coming along. Little Valencia oranges are hanging on the tree, along with another batch of fragrant orange blossoms. The site for the new & improved screenhouse is all cleared, and Mike had just started pouring footings for the uprights when he came down with the cold. We're selling about 7 dozen eggs a week, thanks to our beautiful mixed flock of chickies. And the hale is empty for a while, so we can spread out a bit.

Now if we could just shake this dang cold...

Island Camping!

Between emails, Facebook, Punaweb, Yahoo groups, our hale listings & website, other forums, on & on... I can easily spend waaay too much time online! Where to cut back? Lately, it's been my own blog that's getting the short straw. And sometimes we just leave it all and go camping!

Our first Big Island camping trip, a month or so ago, was at Spencer Beach Park just south of Kawaihae Harbor. We picked up a friend on our way out of Puna, and made a little stop at Lapahoehoe Point on our way up the Hamakua Coast.
Two nights on the dry side was a nice change of pace. Pu'u Kohola National Historic Site, which is really two huge heiau, is right close by, with a very informative visitor center. Then there's another underwater heiau in a little bay, dedicated to the shark god Ku, with accompanying black-tipped sharks swimming back and forth. That was exciting and enough to make me think twice about an evening swim!
We had a great steak barbeque the first night, then ate out at Tres Hombres Restaurant in nearby Kawaihae the second night. Jellyfish warnings had the beach closed the first day, unfortunately, but we enjoyed watching lots of humpback whales frolicking about offshore!

The second camping trip was just a week ago. We drove around the southern tip of the island to Ho'okena Beach Park to stay for a couple nights. I love that southern route, past Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, through the Ka'u Desert, past the little towns of Pahala & Na'alehu, and around up the leeward side a little ways. To reach Ho'okena, you turn off the highway and take a steep little road for 2 miles, down, down, down all the way to the shoreline. All along this road is a water pipe lying on the ground, winding around every corner with you. When you reach the bottom, where the campground, picnic area, beach, and a few houses are, you realize that all the fresh water for the area comes through that pipe - and it gets HOT!!!
This is a really nice little spot where you get to camp right on the sand. The waves were a bit rough the first day, but mellowed nicely so that I got a lovely morning swim in the open ocean, a real treat. Others went kayaking, hiking, snorkeling... but I truly enjoyed exploring the tidepools, reading, watching the spinner dolphins, and playing in the water.
The second day started out nice, but somehow during the 20 minutes I lay down for a nap, the skies clouded over and sure enough, it started to rain. This is one of the driest spots on the island - and it looked it! - so we really couldn't complain about them finally getting some much-needed rain... but it sure did change the camping experience. Wet sand clings to everything. But we made it fun anyway, reading, chatting, playing dice. And we all got to find out where our new tents leaked! (Only one little spot on ours; we'll goop it up with seam sealer before the next trip.)

We have another camping trip planned for next month, too. Whittington Beach will be our destination, with a day trip to Green Sand Beach. Our group of camping buddies keeps growing as others are finding out how much fun this is! I wish I had kept our old camp pots. We're having a hard time finding anything similar here. But I love our new tent - with its little front porch and big enough to stand up in! And we have a queen-size air mattress, so we can sleep in relative comfort. Hey, it definitely beats an old Insolite pad!!

Dog Bite

We were just hanging out last Sunday evening after a lovely afternoon barbeque at our best friends' house, enjoying the cool mountain air and the good company. They had asked us to stay on a while to talk and visit a bit longer. Eventually the time came to make our way back downhill to home, so in preparation for that, I got up to take my glass to the sink.

One of their three dogs was dozing on the tiled kitchen floor. I spoke to her as I approached and kept talking as I made my way around her - sure didn't want to startle a sleeping dog! But she stayed asleep, or so I thought.

In the few seconds it took to set my glass down, I heard some scrabbling on the floor behind me - oh, she decided to get up after all. And then, before I could comprehend what was happening, there was something biting at my heels and suddenly fangs sunk into my left foot!! Of course I screamed, everyone jumped up and hauled the damn dog off me and put her outside.

I was so shocked I didn't realize at first that I was bleeding or what had really happened.... all I knew was blinding pain. I couldn't move or breathe, so Mike helped me to the floor. Waves and waves of pain washed over me and pulled me down into a terrifying well I could not escape. I almost passed out a couple times, but I do remember saying to go ahead and wash out the wounds. Since it hurt so bad anyway, may as well take advantage and clean them now.

Lots of tears were shed and not all of them were mine. Our dear friends felt so bad about their stupid dog gone psycho. They promised she would never be out of the kennel if anyone else was visiting, ever again. They took good care of me, while I leaned on Mike for support, until I could finally make my way, half-carried, to the car. I fell asleep on the way home.

The next morning, we soaked my foot to keep the puncture wounds open and draining while I finally had a chance to look in my books for more info on dog bite treatments. Mike took me to the Pahoa Medical Center, our new clinic only 5 minutes from our house. I got a tetanus booster and we had the bites looked at.

The verdict was that they were well-cleaned and cared for, but the surrounding tissues were quite traumatized. Fortunately, no ligaments or tendons were damaged. And thank goodness there is no rabies in Hawaii! However, dog bites carry an assortment of bacteria, and 90% of them become badly infected with all sorts of nasties, so antibiotics are routinely prescribed. My foot was already swollen, hot and red, sure signs of infection and trauma, so I agreed with the antibiotics.

This was the first time I have been bitten by a dog, not counting little nips that don't draw blood. I will never forget that sensation of the dog biting at me, trying to get a hold of my heels, and then the fangs sinking in. That's the stuff of which nightmares are made.

I haven't slept well since this happened, and am still in pain. I cannot walk or put much weight on my left foot. My arm aches from that tetanus shot, too. And now my tummy is starting to feel the effects of the antibiotics.

But, besides being tired and cranky, I'm actually doing better today. The redness and swelling have subsided quite a lot. The wounds are still open and oozing - gross, yes, but a good thing with punctures. And I'm sure glad I have a whole week before the next guests arrive... it may take that long to prep the hale.

I'm happy to say I will live after all. ;-)