Saturday, 17 August 2019
I’m pretty sure I had a half-dozen clever ideas to blather about, but, now that the keyboard is beneath my fingers, pfft.
So, the mundane. In the early morning low humidity, I actually got out for a push-push walk, prior to the arrival of the sun and sweatiness.
Title drips sarcasm? Drip, drip.
Wednesday, 14 August 2019
The August heat has created huge bloom spikes on our oregano, enjoyed this afternoon by a busy bumblebee.
Sounds (something) like a poem!
Friday, 9 August 2019
Marigolds and petunias, pure everyday.
Figleaf crop. Everyday leaves.
Thursday, 8 August 2019
The basil keeps growing. 😀 (pesto delayed until weekend)
Tintagel is reunited. 🤭 (new footbridge; opening delayed until☑️ Sunday due to high winds)
Wednesday, 7 August 2019
In the middle of watching another wonderful documentary, totally different from “Chasing Coral“—watch it if you haven’t already.
Today’s is “Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin.” I remember the covers of her novels from the early Earthsea titles, the Hainish Cycle titles, and more, but I don’t remember reading a single one. Embarrassing. Time to track down several and inhale-read.
UKL had something in common with President Obama—both had one parent who was an anthropologist. Not too smug, am I? 😀
Sunday, 4 August 2019
Castle building, now part of the Bishop Museum complex. Condemned due to termite damage, so closed. Perhaps work has begun to renovate it?
I picked one artifact from this huge museum, of Hawaii, of the Pacific, of life in Polynesia: a wooden Duke Paoa Kahinu Mokoe Hulikohola Kahanamoku surf board. Duke lived from 1890 to 1968 and was a fast swimmer as well as surfer. May his waves ever curl perfectly. Duke was named after his dad, who was named in honor of the Duke of Edinburgh. Duke seems like a perfect surfer name.
Fascinating garden on the grounds, with coast plants in one area, another zone of highland plants, and a third of canoe plants, that is, the ones the Polynesians brought to feed themselves. They brought food plants, and plants that they grew with the food plants to make mini-ecosystems that worked. These are breadfruit. Polynesians needed nutrients and carbohydrates from plant sources—they got a lot of protein from fish; this dietary situation is similar to what other traditional peoples living by rich coastal waters have had to contend with.
Chinatown. Way cool; and hot/sticky where it wasn’t air-conditioned. Like this market. A few others had AC. I’d try to shop here for fruits/veg at least sometimes if I lived here.
Loved this sign in the restaurant where we ate: Only Good Vibes, and the two gals playing pattycake while waiting for their food.
We did not have dessert, so I never found out what magic crack is.
Wending our way back to the rental, we went by the Aloha Tower. Majestic. It opened in 1926 and is a lighthouse. After the bombing at Pearl Harbor it was painted to disappear in night-darkness.
This restaurant is gone, but its historic sign has carefully been kept. The restaurant was open over seven decades, if I have it right. The building had degraded and “had to” be demolished.
I’d say building preservationists so far have been more successful with the Castle than the restaurant.
Friday, 26 July 2019
And your tomorrow is my today. The promised palm trees!
We’re on the leeward side of the island. We found these grazing horses under steep volcanic slopes that were greener than I expected.
Oh great omen, the rainbow. Stubby but still a bow!
And the leeward side is the sunset side. And the sun’s getting low. This is the end of the road on the west coast.
And full sunset! A stunner! Another wonderful omen?
Totally slipped my mind on the last post: when we left the airport, we rode in a rental car. So yesterday: trains, a plane, a car, and several walks.
Wednesday, 24 July 2019
I zipped over to the PO this afternoon to mail one of the few bills we can’t pay online. That’s a route I don’t usually take. And on the way back, I found this laggard. Must be in a heavy metal band?
And at the corner gas station, are they replacing the tanks or removing them? Time will tell (since I don’t have the plans).
Oh, and the crape myrtles are blooming.
Monday, 22 July 2019
The grass has to know how the canna got downed. Has. To.
I’ve got a bit more data on this one. This yard sports new-this-season sod, and it’s supporting a sprinkle of these little ’shrooms, perhaps inky caps. No other yard has them. Mushrooms d’sod? The grass has to know.
Sunday, 21 July 2019
No popup storms today. That I noticed. This is carry-over moisture.
We’ve been binge-watching the latest “Veronica Mars.” Spiffy writing overall, yet some parts drag despite some snappy dialogue.