Monday, January 26, 2004
Wish Home Were in Hawaii...
Today we return to our Tree House, our cats, rabbits and fish. No doubt Chango has barfed something and Diego has shredded documents or toilet paper. No doubt the fish have not the slightest care that we were ever absent in the first place. The rabbits too will be indifferent. We have been gone long enough to miss them though, so it will be good to feed them, and to scratch the cats under their chins. It will be good to look through a large stack of mail, and anticipate finding something personal from friends or family.
As much as we look forward to what awaits us in our home, I know that we will soon miss what we are leaving behind. I like the birds that call from the Norfolk pines and under the plumeria. I like the fragrances; flowers and ocean, humidity and Coppertone. The colors are vivid; they can permeate your senses as powerfully as the sun. I will miss the crowing of Hamakua roosters, and the melancholy conversations between grazing cows in grassy fields.
We swam with turtles and were treated to Tutu and Grampa Corm's generous Island hospitality, we luxuriated at a beach side resort, we kayaked and camped, we snorkeled, and relaxed. We enjoyed tropical fruit and local humor, thunder and lightning, and simply being together. Sigh. I still say we must come here together. Think about it. Get back to me, and we'll start making plans. Aloha.
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