All four of us at our house are Aquarians...
You might think we are water babies, since the Aquarius sign is a lady pouring water, but Aquarius is really an air sign. And I feel that sometimes, air headed—am speaking for myself of course.
First Aquarian to have a birthday: Daughter D turned forty last Sunday. And this year she and I will be the same age.
On February 2 Baby Darling will be one year old. In his first short year he has traversed eight states with Daughter D on her and my road trip looking for a place to live, and for fun of course. He listened to our exuberance when we decided that Hawaii was our place to land. He made those numerous trips down the Oregon hill to load the POD with us, and then he traversed our lumpy Hawaiian road 19 times to unload it. He flew to Hawaii twice, once to view this property, and once to move here. He has learned to eat, to crawl, to chase after Mommy, to wave to Grandma, to grow curls, and to give the biggest smile in the world to Fuzzy Fur face, that is Grandpa. He has a busy pointer finger to push buttons and to point to the sky where the moon and stars grace the night, and in the daytime, the clouds poof, and the green leaves flutter against an azure sky. He’s been a busy boy. And we believe that one pointer finger is reminding him and us that there is one thing in life to remember. The trouble is we haven’t found it yet.
In the meantime, for Daughter D’s birthday we went to Hawaii.
Oh, we live in Hawaii? Yes, but we live in the jungle, where we don’t even know there is an ocean out there. Going to Hawaii is traveling to the other side of the island to Kona, and eating at Bubba’s shrimp house, and spending the night in our favorite Condo, The Holua Resort at Mauna Loma Village, and having birthday cake and watching an in-room movie, and going next door to the Sheridan Hotel and having lunch and swimming in their pool.
My hair is clean, my fingernails are clean, I could even wash my hands singing two versions of Happy Birthday to You-- if I wanted to do such a thing. We bathed in abundant hot water. We availed ourselves of their stackable in-room washer and dryer—doing around 10 loads took us about the hours we spent there, but we came home with clean clothing, clean sheets, clean towels, a clean body, and a rested spirit.
Here at home we have two washers and two dryers, but not enough electricity or water to use them. And eventually we will have a propane refrigerator, and a propane range we can trust. In time says Husband D.
Our 12 new batteries for the solar system put us in an extended state of exaltation. So far no power outage. Daughter D and I are ragged from our previous experiences with no electricity though. Husband Darling gets the brunt of our panic. “Conserve power,” we say. “Turn off the computer when you aren’t using it.” “Turn off the light.” Fear turns a person into a royal pain.
Here we are living in one of the rainiest places on earth, but are having drought conditions. El Nino is giving California more water, and giving Hawaii less. Driving home from Kona, though, we found that there is a water fill-up station, where people can fill up a tank in the back of their pickup truck and truck the water home. It’s free. People with water catchment systems have trouble when it doesn’t rain. Little known facts you don’t hear before you move here—like, “It works on Television, but not when you get it home.”
Okay back to Aquarians, it’s the dawning of a new age right? We’re been hearing about that ever since the play Hair hit the scene back in the 60’s, we just didn’t know what that meant. Still don’t, except it means something wonderful. Maybe that’s the one thing Baby D knows and we are trying to find. Be happy.
Four days after Baby D’s birthday mine will come, then four days later Husband Dear’s.
To my girl friends back in Oregon, I will sadly miss our birthday lunch. Can I have a rain check?
Sign in a stable we visited: "Wranglers, don't change a thing. You are wonderful."
Same to all you wranglers out there no matter what you wrangle.
