Some things should be admitted, others said with admiration. Our beloved editor is showing a lot of guts these days. Hmm!……No! She is not ‘showing’ as in pregnant or too much of the good life. There is a great possibility that this last statement might not pass the editorial board. Nevertheless, on a climb that was a bit technical in many places, enhanced by hazards of rain and heavy winds across the ridges including huge drop-offs, she did not flinch. We know this for a fact. Much of that time, she spent holding us close, offering comfort as our fear of the elements got the better of us.
Meantime, in the initial stages we took to some early warm-up whining to get the day going on the right track. The traffic in Honolulu reminded us of the mainland and we are not ready to return. Kauai or Maui—yes. We were slightly off-color as we feel that we are no longer on an island; more like another city. This might be premature so we should wait before making judgments. However, the climb today, after a slow start, was very exciting and quite a challenge. Perhaps we were a little naughty as we ventured up an unmaintained trail to Mount Olympus, Oahu not Greece. The six-mile trek with a net gain of 1,500 feet resulted in at least a 2,000 feet climb. The reason for additional footage is that we descended sheer drops on the way up and of course, vice versa. For a change, we did not know whether we were coming or going, at times.
Talking of Mount Olympus and Greece, they seem to be on a slippery slope. The Greeks are paying 20% on their bonds (loans). It could be a theoretical payment as default is probable. Over on this side of the Atlantic, we have Benny and Timmy who have the solution. They print money and depreciate the dollar. It might be a more sophisticated way of defaulting on debt. Okay, okay we’ll move on, dear Editor. It’s tough watching the country changing from a strong and proud nation…this ‘change business’ might not be working out quite like the proponents figured.
Back on the other slippery slopes, we are having problems keeping our socks clean, even after a machine wash. We set off to Hawaii with white pairs and now they are mostly brown. To our daughter Natalie, aka Sos, this is an SOS to send us sox (socks), white please.
We are tickled… in a manner of speaking, by the abundance of wild fowl that roam the islands. We have an idea. By extending the arm through the window of the vehicle, one can pluck chicken dinner in most places—sort of convenient drive by fresh chicken grab or 'RoadRunner Special' to go. For the more adventurous who have ‘the pot’ with them, dinner could be prepared before arrival home. One of us is most pleased that ‘he’ is almost a vegetarian.
Cheers,
Jenni and her Pot-roast
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