...estamos aqui!!!!!!.....

YEA!!!!! well, here we go and here we are! from one hale to another. crossed the humboldt county line about an hour or so ago.
sitting at my old breakfast nook at the lime house. a glass of not-too-shabby organic zinfandel in my hand.
as far as moving/homeless-for-the-moment/in transit fugue states go...
well.. i'll just quote my father-in-law...
"CAN'T BITCH"
and indeed i cannot.
i miss you big island, but how welcome come back to my fully ingrained ohana and a home-away-from...well... home
when inspiration strikes, the words shall flow again...

mahalo nui loa......

...a hui hou....

well. in a perfect world, my last post in hawai'i would be full of wit and wisdom and plentiful bursts of splendid rememberances. as it is, my head's too full of sleep and cleaning fluid to come up with anything too remarkable. such as it is...

i will miss this place.

i will miss waking up to a waterfall streaming thru my backyard.

i will miss night swimming

and having 37 thai restaurants to choose from

and karaoke

and driving for 6 hours in a continuous direction and ending up exactly where you started...

i will miss pupus and poke

i will miss rain but not vog

i will miss a million little things that i cannot even think to mention right now..

i will miss the people who have made this experience what it is for me

so many splendid shining faces whose images i know will stay with me long after i have left this place.

i look forward to snow and seasons and sweaters and tall, tall trees

but i know when the plane takes off tomorrow morning - i shall miss that indescribable feeling - that sensation my teacher refers to as peering out over the water and the 'aina - and know a part of you - is coming home.

soooo... a hui hou, my jungle home.

i'll be seeing you......... until we meet again...

ALOHA

so long... farewell...

mmmm... my house is empty - ish... all my beloved books have been unceremoniously thrown into a large rubbermaid bin. and all my freshly-cleaned coffee mugs still taste like bleach. hmmm. nothing like the fun of moving.

pack 'em up and head on out.

it's a bittersweet moment - as always. in two weeks, this home will no longer be mine.

you always see things a bit clearer when they're moving quickly and farther away from you.

distance heightens vision, so it seems.

so while that last bit of bathwater is slowly circling the drain, you drink it up - voraciously - like a mermaid unserruptitiously torn from the sea.

every little thing heretofore ignored or taken for granted is given one last looksy. one last naked swim in the waterfall behind the house. one last jaunt thru the jungle bordering the town. another swig of the local beer brewed by the cute little asian lady. one more trip to the school cafeteria!!!!!

people ask when we will be back. i cradle my empty belly in my hands and allude to my phantom children. "when we're ready to make babies," i say.

you knew this day was coming. but how did it get here so fast????

...these boots are made for schlepping...

ahhh, well. i knew it had to come.

like a hangover in reverse - the endorphins rising and crescendoing in gorgeous unison, tapering off their merry old way for the next couple days and then... inevitably..

back to the land of the everyday - where late electric bills and messy kitchens await you.

back to those 5 (all right 10!) pounds you've been putting off losing...(i wonder if i could go a week living off carrot juice and coffee, hmmmm???)

and all the other humdrum installments of the day-to-day.

sooo...

here. a deep, swimming lap around the bases and here you are back at your own home plate, your nexxus, the center of it all. and it's not poetry and it's not glistening with song and endless innuendo.. but there is a certain something to it all these days..

so, on with those workin' boots and the rubber gloves, ready to bust out some hefty wads of elbow grease. cheers!!!

but you can dig in a little futher this time, knowing that your next chance to sprint around the bases may just come...

...any second now.