"there's no out there out there"

a catalogue of events:::

night:  storms outside and dreams about old things

later in the night:  get up and go pee

8:00: wake up for good

8:30: get up, eat oats with cherry-banana jam and sunflower-seed butter.  look at outside at the windy world. 

9:35: clouds break near the ocean.  the floating island appears very crisp in the distance.  the water is as dark as i've ever seen it.  purple.  get the chickens back in the coop.  close the gate that had blown open in the storm.  

after that:  walk around lower gardens pulling weeds and cutting glycine to feed chickens. 

11:00: show val around the grounds up by john's house.  the avocado trees we check under for fruit every morning.  a race against the rats.  the macadamia nut trees.  the nursery in which all of the trees had blown over during the night.  

noonish:  eat lunch of leftover noodles and salad.

1:30: set off on the road to makawao in search of a natural food store.

1:35: meet a woman whose dog i had returned a couple days ago.  she gives us a ride to makawao.  takes us all the way to the store.

at the store:  buy flour, chickpeas, kinoa, palenta, noodles, curry powder, garahm marsala, cajun spices and a cookie.

2:30-3:00: kick around makawao.  stop in at a medicinal herb store.  talk about kava kava with the woman working there.  look at the buddha statues and crystals.

then:  start walking back towards the kula highway to hitch a ride back.  walk for maybe an hour to get to the highway and up it a ways before getting ride.

around 4:00:  talk with our driver, ben, about far out things.  he quotes "what the bleep do we know" and i call him on it.  he gives us business cards.  his profession is "math dude".  he tells us about the website he's starting to teach kids math.  he is also a landscaper.  tells us about his mom coming here in the sixties from iowa.  his mother was black and his father was white.  he's going up to the park in keokea to play ultimate frisbee.  keokea is about 2 miles from the farm.

4:30:  start playing ultimate frisbee with a group of twenty odd, really great people.  the park is cut right into the mountain.  a terrace of lush green lawn, lying sublime beneath the slope up to the crater rim.  i play in my bare feet and everyone plays hard but kind.  

5:00:  val and i take inventory of our tired legs and the setting sun and decide we better start making the miles home.   the score is 3-2 us and one of our teammates did her best to convince us to play at least one full game.  games play to 10.

5:15:  halfway to the farm, we come across a pair of father and sons sitting in the back of their pickup, pulled over on the scenic shoulder of kula highway.  they laugh and say we are walking fast.  we'd seen them drive past just outside keokea.  they are joyful.  give us a beer for the road and open them up for us.  the boys are maybe 14.  the one knows what i'm talking about when i mention the big lion/dragon statues in sun yat sen park.

5:30:  walk in the backdoor of the cottage.  it's filled with the warm aroma of soup on the stove.  we excitedly unload our groceries as shiz makes toast to go with the soup.  i cut up a cucumber i bought yesterday.   we eat just as the sun slips below the horizon. 

that evening:  play guitar, flip through val's vegan cookbook, watch the lights of a cruise ship creep through the thick darkness.  

then: blog about it.