Blog 1746, 28 February 2019, Thursday
Dear friend,
I awoke this morning with this thought: “Hidden away from the dangerous fires of romance and the nefarious entanglements of society….” With that partial thought, not even a sentence, I know where the next chapter of my book is going. To know that makes me happy, so I wrote basic notes, picked up my Study Guide where I have about 25 pages to correct, and headed down to Starbucks. As far as I know, no one else has ever awoken with the word “nefarious” in their head and been happy with it.
I proofread a dozen pages and drank two cups of coffee, then walked back up the hill. My pedometer records climbing eleven stories to get back here, they’re not steps but they’re up the hill. It’s 5,000 steps round trip, a good start to the day. To make it even a better start, when I walked in Jean was getting ready to walk down. So, why not? I walked back down and watched her drink a cup of coffee. She doesn’t really go for the coffee as I do, this is more of an exercise thing for her. After two down trips and two upwards by 9 this morning, I had 11,000 steps and 22 flights of steps climbed, I know how my story will unfold, I’m writing a blog, and (forgive me) I’m enjoying a beautiful morning in Hawaii. Truly, forgive us.
We spend our free time working around his place, today I’m repainting his outside light (no ladder work involved) and Jean’s sorting out his son’s old toys. It’s good to leave a place in better condition than when you arrived, that way they may invite you back. Either that or send you a bill for damages done. It’s hazy outside, neither too hot nor too cold, no rain today; perfect for working. Later Jean and David will go swim in the ocean, I can barely swim, the ocean is not a place for me. I don’t do height well, either. While they are gone, I will push to finish my editing on the Study Guide and set it aside until we get home. That’s it, life in the mid-Pacific in the Olde Sandwich Islands (so named by Captain Cook, who died here). Love,
Jeannmarv