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Here’s what happened: We bought a treadmill the size of a Volkswagen that fits in only one area of the house — the dining room. And this only because we shoved the 8-foot dining table up under some windows which, to Himself’s dismay, now gives us a fine view of Flora Galora, my project-in-progress garden goddess. Flora’s arms are still an unsolved problem for me; the fact of her at all is still a problem for Himself, who doesn’t “do” goddesses. (Tempting, but let’s not touch that.) The reason we dropped a load on this beastie-sized hunk of machinery is because I have gained about 6 pounds of personal real estate over winter, and other options were going to be nearly as expensive. Tricked out treadmill (it even has a fan), or entire new wardrobe? Entire new wardrobe, or the surgical siphoning off of what would amount to something the size of a roasting chicken? Treadmill. Besides, Himself and I can share a treadmill, whereas I am not going out in public with a man wearing anything fr
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A resident of the Menehune Shores condominium complained that erosion at adjacent Kalepolepo Park was a serious hazard for park users, with a deep rut running through the park as a result of the Dec. 5 Kona storm that wreaked havoc along the leeward
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“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature a
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“Have you seen my cowboy hat, the one with the big brim?” “Want to take the car and the cooler, or use the bike and go without?” “We’ve got time. Let’s use the car and the cooler. It’ll get hot if we don’t get any rain.”
And so it went fo
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We went through fire and through water.
— Psalms 66
Seeking respite from 24/7 news coverage of California wildfires and Midwest flooding, we went to a movie Saturday about the end of the world.
There are enough of
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Oh, goody and whoop-de-do. Only one more day until the chance to get in a little firefighting, and there‘s just nothing like a mess of firecrackers going off to get my hopes up.
Or not. Truth is, I loathe the Fourth of July; not the flags


