I thought I’d walk you around the house.

Though there is much more to it than what I show here, this is but a mere basic idea of where I live.

“Fuzzy” our version of a Pit Bull.

There he is. “Hey Fuzzers!” AKA, “The dog that rarely barks.”

Around the other side of the house are the banana flowers.

I use the term “flowers” because banana “tree” is incorrect. A “tree” must be bark-bearing.

This is Daisy’s car which she rarely drives because she uses a company provided vehicle. Daisy is Jerry’s wife, the people who chose to rent their property to us.

A shot of Jerry’s Jeep. He takes turns running them around. Jerry also has a new Tahoe Truck that is the same color and year (2004) as Daisy’s car. I remember commenting to Jerry how it seems he and Daisy have some nice cars. Jerry replied, “We enjoy some of the finer things in life.” I smiled and said, ”That’s why you rented to Tina and me.” Jerry chuckled. The plants you see here are Ti. Commonly used in cooking as wraps for baking, etc.

Shot from Jerry and Daisy hang out, or “lanai” as we refer to them in Hawaii.

Another shot of their lanai. At night this is lit up in fantastic colors with the neon palm trees you can see in the background.

Where we all occasionally sit and “talk story” as we say in Hawaii.

Another shot from J&D’s lanai toward our area out back. Along the wall you can see path lighting. They are solar powered and when it becomes dark, they give off this awesome light colored colbalt blue.

This is is one of two entrances to to Jerry and Daisy’s. Their have adopted their grand daughters, Sunshine 15, and Seisha 13. They treat the girls as daughters and the girls refer to them as parents. As you can see we do not where shoes much, and “slippahs” are removed before entering any Hawaiian home. Like a true southerner would not add sugar to his or her iced tea, nor would a true Hawaiian wear slippahs da beach. If you come to a “real” Hawaiian beach such as where I live, it is common to see slippahs at the foot of where the sand begins. The beaches, like their homes, like most things here in Hawaii. . .are sacred.

Here’s a shot towards the rear of the makai side (in this case, West, or toward the ocean) of the house. The steps down there is the entrans to the addition they built and rented to us. The pathway is lava rock. Plentiful on the islands. Jerry said he never really knew exactly “why” he built and addition to the already 5 bedroom home, but I like to think it was inspired by God exclusively to satisfy the desire of my dream of living in Hawaii. ~~Smiling~~

This is our area, Tina’s and mine. I make what I call “Sunset Iced Tea” and we drink a lot of it here. I enjoy my early morning coffee, or “kakahiaka kope” here as I bliss to the sound of the morning doves cooing as well as the minah birds, and love birds. I smell the ocean and if I close my eyes and listen very closely, I can hear the gently ebb and flow of the Ma`ile tides.

And this is where I do it. No, I do not smoke. The lighter is to light the centranella candle during an occasional balmy evening to fend off mosquitoes and to add ambiance to the vesper of the warm and wonderful Polynesian evenings in Paradise. I read a lot here in the mornings, and am known to play guitar capriciously. The fruit is Hawaiin grapefruit provided by Jerry. I often find gifts of papayas, bananas, mangos and the like left on our table by neighbors and friends. That’s aloha. I am sure to give them much mahalos when I see them, which can be rare at times.

The significance of this shot is the telephone pole. This telephone pole marks where the beach is. I have estimated about 120-130 steps away. I have also sometimes considered the next stop beyond that pole is probably China. We are, as they say, half way to Asia. Well, that’s it. I took these shots at 7am this morning, Wednesday, the last day of August, 2005. ~~Peace, and Aloha~~ Don

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