I'm Home

This is a tough trip for me. I've never felt quite such a strong pull to live here. When the plane began the descent for landing at HNL I was still seeing the ocean. All of a sudden the island appeared out my window, and the word HOME invaded my body. Then I talked to an old HS friend, Stubie...he just bought a house near where we both grew up. In Woodlawn, which is heaven on earth to me. He describes the sounds and smells that are particular to Woodlawn and how he loves to just sit outside and listen. I'm taking Luke for a drive in that neighborhood this a.m. I wonder if he'll feel the magic, too.

No pictures to post...gotta figure out Marie's computer's relationship to my camera. She doesn't know how to do hers, either, so I'm kinda on my own.

Last night we had poi, laulau, kalua pork, lomi salmon. Mmmmmmmmmm. I bought it all already made at Safeway. So good, so easy. Life is good.

I found out soon after I got here that Peter Moon is not recovering from a bad stroke. He's bedridden, maybe comatose, in a nursing home. I kept calling anyone who I thought would know him to get info about how to go see him. I probably can just drive there and walk in, but will talk to his son first. Cyril Pahinui gave me Peter Boy's phone number. He's only 18. Hope he's doing OK.

This is pretty nice being with Marie. Our routines are meshing just fine. She taught me dominoes....FUN! And the kind of help she needs is just what I like doing...cooking, shopping and cleaning the kitchen. The occasional foot drying and sock-putting-on is fine with me, too. She's not about to let anyone do every little thing for her; what a great role model.