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Our dog visitors left yesterday after spending a week with us. Jake was 14 years old. He had a pinched nerve so you couldn’t pet his neck and he dragged his feet when he walked sometimes getting his front legs crossed so that he would trip himself and fall face forward. I liked Jake. I hear the neighborhood dogs bark and I miss the low menacing woof and feeble snarl coming from somewhere near my feet…
On the heels of writing that I wasn’t going to blog about frogs and such anymore, a disgusting natural-ish phenomenon lands on our literal doorstep. We have a water fountain in front of our house and yesterday while I was on the phone and pacing the driveway, I noticed something odd: it looked like it was raining in the fountain. I put my hand out and didn’t feel any raindrops, so I looked at the fountain more closely…..
THOUSANDS OF TADPOLES! Blech. Sometimes nature is gross.
These two are the Shiba Inu puppy cam of Lost podcasts: Geronimo Jack’s Beard!
There’s something about being here that makes me gravitate towards tie dye, hot pink, lavender, flower prints, wearing yoga gear as regular clothes and, on occasion, wearing them all at the same time.
These are our very delicious leftovers from BLT Steak.
Ken got me a Canon for Christmas. I love it. I don’t know how to use it but I love it. At night after he falls asleep I read lens reviews and blog posts about exposure. When my eyes are too tired to read anymore I go to sleep very satisfied that given the opportunity, I’ll be able to take a perfect picture of the Mokes by moonlight. But it never work out that way. By the time the shot is in front of me I panic and switch to full auto mode, ending up with lots of blur or sometimes just pitch blackness.
Last night in Chinatown was a great chance to take action photos in low light. Wing Tek had a private dragon dance at his office followed by dinner, then wonderful cacophonous firecrackers and lions. I took 500 pictures. Most of them are crap but what I liked was that under normal circumstances I would have moved farther away from the noise after taking a peek at the action. But with my camera I wanted to get closer and closer.
Lunar new year food is the bomb!
Around Thanksgiving was the last time I sat down and gathered my thoughts for writing a post. I’ve found, since coming to Hawaii, that very fundamental things can change over a few weeks time. K and I have grown accustomed to packing up and leaving places we love only to return three months later.
This past season has been the best for me here in Hawaii. Sometimes it hovers around one of the best times of my life in general. I think there will always be parts of NY that I can’t negotiate leaving behind. No matter how ideal the circumstances, I long for how I feel when I’m with friends eating Korean fried chicken in dark places, downing bottles of soju, and arguing about politics or tv shows. Or walking miles around the city with Kat or Eleanor for hours and hours on a weekday afternoon, coming up with unnecessary errands just for an excuse to walk and talk a little longer. I accept that I don’t have that here–and it’s totally ok because I don’t believe that I exist in both places anymore. Hawaii has won me over for the meantime. I love it here. I love being here with K.
I love K.
This year is almost a completely different Hawaii from last year. Due in large part to finding this house. Sometimes I walk up to the front door and I already anticipate missing it someday. Every time we come home my heart surges a little bit and I say to myself I love this place. Corny!
I also never anticipated how much a car would change every aspect of my life. The first day that I had it (and K was working), I was so confused. Even though I had nowhere to go, I kept thinking I had to DRIVE somewhere. I made a special trip to get gas even though I had almost a full tank. Kat explained to me that that wasn’t how it worked. That you buy gas when you’re already out doing things so as not to WASTE gas GETTING gas. These are the sorts of things I didn’t know. I wondered if it was foolish to have a whole separate car for me at all. That feeling dissipated very quickly.
And with that went the era of blogging about frogs at the front door, or giant spiders, or pictures of empty jello cups. I no longer do yoga everyday (or hula) and I haven’t written a poem since the summertime.
Which is all ok. In fact its better.
If I can find a new way to write about all of it maybe I’ll be able to explain why.
Over and out!
Nancy
