Zoom Zoom finally got off my desk.
We packed it from beneath him.
Zoom Zoom is our cat, and he would, under duress, leave the desk to use the litter box, or to eat if we didn’t put the food next to him. To him that big outdoors was like a trip through an alligator infested swamp. Those wild pigs you know. Although we do not see pigs on our property, they live a stones toss away and he might sense them.
We like seeing the pigs. They appear often on the road at dusk or at night. Big ones, little ones, and ones in-between. We have healthy-looking pigs here on Hawaii. Maybe that shows the value of fruit in one’s diet, for they live next to Papaya orchards, and Papayas drop to the ground, and pigs eat Papayas. These long legged stealth pigs can run as fast as a dog, but normally they just saunter off the road. To our dismay, hunters use dogs to chase them down. I hate that. And then a dog will get on a trail and the hunter loses his dog. And to see a lost dog is heartbreaking. The only thing you can do is call the phone number on the frequently posted flyers.
We wondered when we first arrived on the Island why people were so afraid of dogs, now we know. There are many macho dogs such as pit bulls, and Dobermans for watch dogs, and then the hunting dogs. There are little ones too that people carry around like babies, and if I take Peaches with me anywhere people go gaa gaa.
I’m thinking about the animals since we are going to ship ours again, and we spent 3 hours at the Vet’s office yesterday getting medical certification for the trip back to the mainland. It is easy going back, not like coming here. Don’t know why it took 3 hours—Island time I guess. Hope, DD’s cat, is cool. She loves being outside. Talk about stealth, she runs up the trees, onto the roof, jumps off, catches mice, comes in for a snack and a love and is off again. Bear has endeared himself to the neighbors who had never known a Newfoundland dog before. BD is wonderful with him although a Bear’s tail wag can send him sprawling.
New territory is coming up for everybody--Southern California. We are leaving Wednesday, that is July 21.
The shipping container is loaded—the other day while stuffing it I thought, It seems I just did this the other day. That was 7 and 1/2 months ago. We visited and bought the property last July, that was one year ago. We moved December 1, 2009. Our disconnection to the island came the day we visited Disneyland and DD got it that she wanted a career off the island, and we realized that there was no future here for her. None for Baby Darling either. The crowning blow came with Husband Darling’s heart situation, and they said the Big Island was not for him. The island called us and now the island is pushing us off.
For some islanders living here is a badge of honor, an endurance test, and they have passed it and if you are hearty enough you can do it too. DD says, “Why?”
I have spoken before how this island “calls” people, as it did us. This has been called “The dirty laundry island” for whatever issues you have will present themselves. It’s a blessing really, for if we are carrying baggage we need to let go of it---oh, oh, Joyce, think of all that stuff you stuffed in that shipping container. But it’s good stuff.
Did I tell you the truck driver got the shipping container onto our property? He jockeyed a lot making our corner, skidded up the slope, grumbled, but he did it, and I greased his palm with silver so he would come back. Yea! We packed our belongings right here in our front yard, not as we unloaded it 2 miles down the road and pickup trucked it to the house those 7 ½ months ago. No wonder we were fried when we came here.
My friendly carpenter and his son loaded the heavy furniture onto the container including two washers and two dryers we never used. We packed the boxes--many had never been unpacked since we came here, so that made it easier. That same carpenter is going to be a care-taker for the property after we leave. Please, if you care to do it, hold a high thought for us, that this property sells quickly, easily, and for its asking price. Thank you. Thank you.
And now as though we have been in a bucket and the Great Spirit has twirled us around and around, we are still spinning, but I feel the rope slipping through her fingers…
