Date: Mon, 30 Dec
1996 11:13:25 -0600
1. It was probably a dumb idea to schedule a vacation just before Christmas, and to arrive home the same day my Xmas guests started to arrive. Only the flowers, macadamia nuts, and "island glow" helped to cushion our disorganized and jetlagged household.
2. It was also helped by the fact that a grandson had slipped into our house and put up a small Xmas tree and hung mistletoe . . without raiding the cookies in the freezer.
3. It was probably a good idea that I stayed on in Oahu after Gene decided he had to get home early, and that I had five days absolutely to myself. THAT IS VACATION. Sleep-eat-go where you want and when you want. We had been royally wined and dined and on my last Sunday I took several guests to brunch at the Moana. We had a table on the lanai by the ocean and we dined for 3 hours. We knew the musicians and they spent good time at our table and invited two of my guests to perform, which they did very well, one doing a hula (she teaches hula) and the other singing. (She's Hawaiian, a former cabaret singer, but chose this day to sing Hawaiian.) It was a lovely day.
4. What a cruel jerk of the imagination to be one day standing on my lanai looking out at blue and green, and hours later to be at my kitchen window staring at white on white.
5. My heart is still across the water, and Hawaii is indeed a place of the heart. Wordslers who have expressed their doubts about whether they did or would enjoy these islands need to experience the "softer side of Hawaii". Maybe not everyone feels comfortable in this vibration, but I find it very healing.
6. It always takes me several days to slow down to the Hawaiian vibration and to start living in "Hawaiian time". Once I do it feels so good, but when I return it takes days again to return to the pace of the mainland.
7. My Xmas dinner turned out perfect. I tented but did not bag the turkey. My sister was here from Madison, Wis, and one of our sons, from the Bay area, and one grandson from this area along with his two adorable children. It was a wonderful day. God bless us every one. Aloha and mahalo. Now let's get back to work.
- D. M.
Date: Mon, 30 Dec
1996 11:50:55 -0600
> I *know* with apodictic
certainty that I could be happy and healed
I had been there for about two weeks before I called Michael. I was not only busy wearing a path to the beach, looking up old friends, and taking care of some business, but I had mixed feelings about whether I ever wanted to have a ftf, feeling as I always do that the book is better than the movie.
Michael suggested we might meet at the Indigo, an interesting place downtown, but since my back had been bothering me and I wanted to be sure I did not have to walk far after parking, I suggested we meet at the Yum Yum Tree in Ward Centre. We did and recognized each other at once by the identical question mark in the expression of the face. We shook hands, since I do not usually hug on the first date (be it known, however, that I am known as the champeen hugger and teacher of hugging technique).
We were seated and both ordered salads. I also had a Corona with lime, while Michael had iced tea with lemon . . so you see we both had a lot in common right there. Later we both had coffee. In the interim we talked at a good clip, and although Michael is sparing with words online he was generous in person and we found all kinds of things to talk about. We did not gossip much. I enjoyed Michael and can only fault him for one thing. He picked up the check. He doesn't know it yet but he is going to get a little thank-you token in the mail one of these days in 1997. We did not see Frank DeLima.
P. S. The movie was better than the book.
Date: Mon, 30 Dec
1996 12:59:39 -0600
>I agree with Brad.
I've never really thought I wanted to visit Hawaii,
Then for you, Nancy, here's a few more notes on Hawaii. I know there are times when it's hot, but I have never experienced that. I have been there late autumn, winter, spring, and have never hit bad weather. The sun is warm, the tradewinds cool, and normally they caress you but do not disturb your hair. It's the best of all worlds. Their "bad weather" while I was there was in the form of strong winds, which were cooler and more forceful than the usual. Locals bundled up and spoke of "this terrible blustery day". We laughed. It was in the 70's and the sun was shining. Gene spent every day at the beach. Shortly the softer winds returned.
People who visit these islands and spend their time in their mainland clothes, eating fast food, playing golf (or whatever) as they do at home, listening to the same music they do at home, and buying cheap doo-dads, return home to say of the islands "It's too commercial." (And I say "compared to what?") One must explore, intermingle, and seek out the meaning of a place for himself.
There is magic to be found anyplace, but certainly here. Because there is so much goodness there people have always wanted to visit Hawaii, and some go there to stay. Therefore the islands needed a place for these people to sleep. Therefore the hotels and highrises, of course. If people want to object to them they will need to figure out a different place for all these people to sleep.
As I understand it, the number one industry of Hawaii is now tourism, the sugar industry having closed completely and the pineapple industry having shrunk, I think, so the economy of the islands depends on tourists. Hawaiians (ideally) want you to come, they welcome you, and provide services to show you around and places for you to sleep. They are building a large and beautiful convention center right now hoping to bring more people there for a visit, and they are continuing efforts to renew, upgrade and beautify the Waikiki area. Not to despoil the island, but to survive.
Nancy, you smell flowers when you step off the plane. You feel the soft breeze when you walk out of the airport. You see sun on the water, mists in the mountains, and more than likely a rainbow somewhere right then . . and several times a day.
I remember Johnny Carson saying once Hawaii was great, if they would just shut off the damn music. Well, you will hear music wherever you go, but more often now the music being played is not the yang-a-lang Pearly Shells or Little Grass Shack type, but really beautiful soft Hawaiian music and music about Hawaii being performed by someone like the Cazimero Brothers. I know Robert Cazimero and could listen to his gorgeous voice day and night.
I could go on and on, and this is, of course, a one-focus tourist view. For someone who lives there the picture is different and includes dealing with getting to work on a small island with 600,000 cars, and stuff like that, but I avoid that by doing my travelling after people get to work. Michael may be laughing his head off by now at my inept ability to describe, but obviously he loves the place too or he wouldn't be there.
- D. M.