I got up right before my alarm went off at 7 am. I walked up to the second fire hydrant, focusing on the mechanics of my walk rather than my speed. When I have developed strength in my left leg while sticking strictly to the correct form, I will add speed.
Today was the first day of Ronen's farm stand, starting at 9 am. I did my morning routine, my oil rinse, and drank my two cups of water. I also managed to meditate for half an hour. Whenever I sit for that thirty minutes, I feel the need to check after exactly twenty minutes with ten minutes left. I have no idea why.
I looked through the boxes I had put in the bedroom with the items I had removed from the bar counter for Thanksgiving. Yes, they've been there ever since. I'm a slow mover. I found the power cord for Mike's Microsoft tablet. I was about to order another one when I couldn't find it in my study. I still can't find the remote speaker which Mike bought me. I suppose it might always show up, but I fear that one of my houseguests took it. One was grateful for my generosity, but the other made it clear that he thought I was out of place, asking him to leave after three months of living in my house for free. Right or wrong, I believe he is capable of believing I owed it to him because of what I did to him- ask him to leave. I didn't use the speaker very much. That's not a big deal. But it was a gift from Mike; That is a big deal.
While looking for the power cord, I found a slip of paper in the box with Mike's handwriting on it. I have no use for the information on it. I turned to throw it in the garbage. Then I kissed it and clutched it to my stomach. Amazing energy exuded. I stood and then sat for at least half an hour pressing the slip of paper against my body. Heat emanated. I finally gave a big sigh and felt the time was over.
I took out the vegetable and fruit waste to the composter and walked over to Ronen's to check how purchasing boxes of food from them would work. Ronen and Elizabeth had set up a shade tent with a table. No, they were not handing out containers today; they were taking orders. Orders could be placed online, should be. I ordered the $20 packet with one eggplant thrown in.
Yesterday, I had gone through my whole phone address book to announce the farm stand to all those who I knew lived on the west side of the island. I got two nasty replies. One from a man who had received someone else's phone number, and another from a woman who lived here. One of my yoga buddies sent a scathing text back; her attitude lacked aloha. Those are fighting words in Hawaii. When I spoke to the woman who sent the response, I told her that the woman may have used the occasion to let off steam instead of bopping her husband over the head. I certainly didn't take it personally. There were only three comments from people not living on the island. They were all in the L through P group in my address book.
Today I called Melissa to let her know about the farm stand. I included her in the group text, but I know she only has a primitive phone and doesn't do texts. She and Larry have their own garden vegetables and are doing just fine.
I mentioned that I have still been making it up to the second fire hydrant, where the Easter Island statues are. She had conversations with the woman who lives in the house. It wasn't clear to me if the woman had told her, she was the woman of the house or if Melissa just assumed that. She learned that the man was a gastroenterologist in Las Vegas, and he was developing his property as a wedding venue. Because his home is in a development with a constitution, he cannot use his property for business without the other homeowners' consent. Melissa said she and some of the other owners are opposed to such changes. She said can you imagine the parking and the noise every weekend. I offered that maybe he is making it a wedding venue for his own family. That he could do without the consent of the association. We'll see.
While I enjoy the Easter Island statues, Melissa thinks they're ugly and don't belong here in Hawaii, far away from their natural habitat. I have to agree; I find some of the good doctor's taste questionable. Melissa said his perspective is influenced by living in Las Vegas. It does have that look, but it also looks like he is having fun. What the heck.
B. called to tell me that there was 1 lb. of freshly caught fish available for free at Kona Brew. Jeff, who has a connection to the brewpub, caught a large fish and contributed it to the Kama'aina community, literally those of the land, figuratively all of us who have Hawaiian driver's license, for free. It was 1 lb. per person. I had to call ahead, let them know that I was coming and be prepared to show id when I got there. No one could drive up and say I need 6 lbs. because I have 10 people in my house. It was literally 1 lb. per person present.
I took Elsa with me. We both needed a change of scene. I took Elsa to the Growler Shack, used for order pick up. I didn't want to get too close. There were a bunch of folks in their twenties standing around. I said I was here to pick up the fish from Jeff. The guy I spoke to had no idea what I was talking about. A young woman behind the counter called to me and asked, "Are you Elizabeth?" I used my legal name because they were going to ask to see my driver's license. She asked for my telephone number, and I was good to go. She put the plastic bag with the fish on the counter, walked away, and I went and picked it up, holding it at an edge.
When I got home, I sprayed everything down that I had touched with rubbing alcohol after getting Elsa back in the house.
I checked the stats on how many cases of the virus there were on the island. The number had jumped from 7 yesterday to 10 today; there were three more cases. Judy was one of them.
Judy had spoken to a mutual friend from church today. Her husband has lung problems. He is very susceptible to bronchitis, and it takes him forever to get over it. Needless to say, she is very nervous about him. I have been thinking of them a lot, too, for the same reason.
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