How I love to have company on Fish Wednesday! If that company happens to be my absent much too long husband, well, welcome home and let’s have a bit of a feast to celebrate, shall we? I asked J. how long it had been since he’d had a home cooked meal – not so long – but it had been a good long time since he’d had fresh seafood.
Salmon season is over, the fish market gal tells me, and soon there will be no more fresh halibut.… continued…
Yesterday I finished watching a perfectly awful movie: Hawaii. This epic drama tells the story of a tightly wound missionary (Max von Sydow) and his bride (Julie Andrews) who are called to the Hawaiian islands to save the souls of the sinful people of Maui. The movie is too long by half, and the characters are completely transparent with one exception, the plus sized Alii Nui (Jocelyn LaGarde). She’s awesome. In spite of the melodrama, the film presents a fairly accurate depiction of Hawaiian history following the arrival of the accursed ‘haole’ (white man).… continued…
Once or twice a year, C and her sweetheart H open their cozy Vashon Island home to the four stringed ukerati. They grill up some good grub, people bring treats to share, and we sit around the living room (or back deck, if it’s summer) strumming and singing and having a good time visiting with fellow humans afflicted with an irrational affection for the uke.
I love their place, it’s a big ramshackle lot with out-buildings and a little Airstream trailer and in summer, H’s garden is abundant with dahlias.… continued…
It’s about a 15 minute walk to the 39th Street stair climb that goes down in to a pricier neighborhood where most of the houses have views and two car garages. 15 minutes further along, there’s Fauntleroy Park.
The park is shady and quiet and full of moss, ferns, very tall trees that are dropping huge yellow leaves on to the trails. Fauntleroy Creek runs under a series of bridges and boardwalks. It’s risky walking, the wood structures are slick and the trails are muddy.… continued…
I don’t even know if that’s a word. But if you’re Hawaii-phobic, well, I don’t even know you.
Meanwhile, I’d like your advice in the form of a “fill in the blank” exercise. While yes, of course, I must visit the ukulele producing wonderlands of KoAloha or Kamaka or smaller other places I’ve not yet heard of, I’d like your non-ukulele suggestions.
Copy, fill in the blanks, paste in the comments, please.
While you’re on the island of [Island Name] you must see [Attraction Not to Be Missed].
