It's Only A Day Away

Milli Fleur's New baby

It was Sunday, I saw him fall, a slow motion, stumbling down an incline, like Nicolas Cage tumbling into the Grand Canyon.

I was hosing the deck and saw Husband Dear take a nose dive. “Stay there,” I yelled and ran to his aid.

Somehow his equilibrium became scrambled, and he lie there while I, thinking he was having a heart attack, ran to the house for aspirin. After a number of vomiting attacks, he calmed, He had been painting in the hot sun—not a good idea—especially after a moment of imbalance the night before. After awhile, I dismissed calling the fire department, or taking him to the emergency room. Instead we sat in green grass, calmed, and talked.

The ducks preened beside us, humming and rolling their long necks over their back in an elegant display of oiling their coiffure.

We admired the majestic Douglas firs. My thoughts went to dying. I thought about how pleasant it was sitting there, and that death ought to come in such a beautiful setting, but not today. Monday the Chiropractor determined that Husband D’s neck was out of joint, adjusted him, and he has been fine ever since.

Milli Fleur hatched a fluffy little black chick that same day Sunday—evidence that life ought to continue, and later on Daughter Darling called on her drive back from work saying that that Baby D’s fussiness was more than teething.

He has a virus.

Life’s Twists and Turns…

We were going to Hawaii on Tuesday, instead we changed our Itinerary to Friday August 28 to give Baby D a chance to recover.

On Monday another chick hatched. On Tuesday another. Milli was faithful sitting in that hot house guarding her eggs, and she is such a good Momma. Wednesday another chick. Two years ago I bought Milli at the County Fair with three little baby chicks at her heels.

Now Sir Winston really has something to crow about.

Daughter D just came back from feeding her horses, and the neighbor, while holding Baby D, said, “Oh you ought to do it. Move to Hawaii. So many people say they could have, should have, and then they die and don’t do it.”

I couldn’t have said it better.

Saturday we will see our proposed Hawaiian property…
Will the air feel like silk as I remember?
Will the scent of it be that of Plumeria blossoms as it once was?

Take Your Cockroach for a Walk

--No picture today in respect for Molly. Check out, "A Horse Named Molly" on the web, she's awesome.

Now on the home front.

The Countdown begins…

Husband Dear says I would throw away everything.

I do attack the house innards with vigor, but I lack the courage of my convictions. “Oh I need that.” I say. “I can’t part with that.”

We don’t have a definite moving date for our sojourn to Hawaii—the big sojourn, that is the MOVE. We are taking a little look-see the end of this month.

Longtime readers will remember my writing about the morning I shoveled manure and asked for a place where we would be happy. The great cosmic consciousness answered: “Check out Hawaii on the Internet.”

Zap! When spirit talks, listen. It was love at first hale (HAH-lay, meaning house in Hawaiian). Actually it was the 10 acres we fell in love with. It’s a simple little house. I imagine packing to spend the summer in a vacation cabin—and staying. This move will require emptying of a 4,000 square foot house into 1,100.

First on the list was this: Wait for an existing offer on the Hawaii house to expire.

It did.

Put in offer.

Stew about finances.

Stay awake nights.

Trust.

Keep on keeping on.

Chop wood, carry water.

Turn in the panache of a Jaguar car for a fuel efficient green 50 mph Toyota Prius. We have had a Jaguar for 25 years (two cars.) The last one had 333,000 miles on the original motor. With that we could have driven to the moon and part way back, and I bet it would have carried us the distance. That is if we didn’t need to roll down the windows, move the driver’s seat, and we didn’t mind the mysterious roar.

Check moving quotes to Hawaii.

Check out car moving quotes.

Check out horse transport quotes.

Have dogs and cats vaccinated.

Begin the 120 day animal quarantine waiting period.

Prior to this move I dreamed of a garden shed for a writing studio. That desire has transformed into visualizing a Polynesian style hut, built off the ground, on poles and complete with a thatched roof.

And imagine this, we could check out the restaurants on the island, and I could tell you about them, and whet your pallet for Hawaii, and you could be ahead of the game in epicurean knowledge. (I’m a real public servant.)

Here’s a little secret between you and me. I hear that cockroaches are not a symbol of filth in Hawaii, but a fact of life. Hotels hide them as best they can.

Daughter D gave away her two ferrets, Toronto and Crazy Legs. She has had a ferret continuously since we first moved from California to Oregon 22 years ago. And that includes her move back to California, and the infamous ferret smuggle. That’s how committed she is to this move.

As I sat down to write this I received an email from a friend and reader of this blog. Did you check out A Horse Named Molly? Talk about fortitude. I couldn't send the pictures, but I guarentee they are awesome.
Don't forget www.wishonawhitehorse.com.

Ah, Plumeria Blossoms, the Fragrance of Hawaii

Thank you for visiting my blog. Your graciousness warms my cockles.

I know your life has its Twists and Turns as well as does ours. I would love to hear about yours, just visit http://www.wishonawhitehorse.com/, and send me a note, a page, or an epistle of your life. (Wow, don’t know if I’ll read an epistle. And I'll try not to write one.)

But first for the Horsey Crowd:

Take care not to vex the young horse, or cause it to abandon its affable gracefulness in disgust. For this is like the fragrance of blossoms, which never returns once it has vanished.

--Classical French Trainer Antoine de Pluvinel 1555-1620 Malama Lio, The Hawaiian Horse Journal.

I had to include something about a horse. (As Daughter D and I say, “It’s all about horse training.”)

Now back to Life’s Twists and Turns:

We are continuing our forward journey, planning to go to Hawaii in a few weeks for a look-see. We figure we ought to check out the lay of the land before we move there.

We are waiting to hear from our Real Estate Agent regarding our desired property. When I first found the property it had a pending offer. That offer fell through, and now we are in Number one position. They just have to clean up some paper work.

We are excited still and planning. Our conversation last night was about making macadamia nut butter. Or specialty nuts like Cayenne peppered nuts called Volcano Nuts.

Imagine a cartoon of a little boy toasting nuts over flowing lava. Next frame, boy’s grass skirt catches fire. Next frame “Creation of the Hawaiian Stomp Dance.” How about Two Nuts and a Man Cub for a business name? If Husband D wants to join the company it will be Three Nuts and a Man Cub.

Back to cleaning the house for sale…Well, its contents have exploded. It’s the Cleaning the Refrigerator Syndrome. First you take everything out of refrigerator (or cupboards); spread contents over the counter top, and then you are stuck. Clean it or bust. My question now is what to take, what to sell, what to donate, what to give away?

Oh, the chickens, my darling chickens. I have never liked chickens they way I like these. They are so gentle, their eggs are delicious, and the rooster is a complete gentleman.

I am now calling him Sir Winston.

When I bring vegetable scraps Sir Windton clucks to the two hens to come see what the sky god dropped in their yard. Anyway, I believe Milli Fleur, the original momma, is sitting. Now she has 5 eggs under her. I bought Milli Fleur two years ago at the County fair along with her babies, 3 little furry chicks. Milli Fleur and the Dixie Chicks I called them. Milli Fleur is the name of the breed. Now they are Milli Fleur, Dixie, and Sir Winston. I wanted more hens, but now I’m moving, and now she is setting. I tried to incubate eggs a couple of months ago and failed. Let’s see if she can do it. The trouble is I don’t think you can import chickens to Hawaii. (Smuggle them in a suitcase maybe?)