525,6000 Minutes later!

The Shire

The Shire-Kamuela Hawaii

“525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.

525,600 minutes – how do you measure,
measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In 525,600 minutes – how do you
measure a year in the life?

                                                                                           (Lyrics from the Broadway RENT)

We measured those 525,600 by moving to Hawaii. WOW that was one fast year.

                                                                                      

Aloha 2014!

 
 
 

 

Chicken

We have lived in Hawaii for 325 days.  WOW the time has absolutely flown.  Even though I’ve been housebound since Christmas day, when I inconveniently sprained my ankle, that time spent at home has gone incredibly fast.  Christmas day consisted of gift exchanges, the now traditional BBQ rib dinner and 4 hours in the emergency room.  The ER visit will NOT become a tradition.  A tradition that I hope to continue, is company from the mainland.  We had a variety of visitors from Thanksgiving and almost the whole month of December.  We had a blast watching Christmas parades, hanging out, eating and drinking and laughing with dear friends we haven’t seen in a while and of course making sand people on the beach. 

CARLA - Hapuna Sand man

I have of course kept busy by working from home and I really think the nice weather has kept any depression at bay.  I’ve been fortunate that I can work from home and get a lot done.  As it were I was supposed to be absent from the office for about 10 days anyway for a buying show, but that didn’t happen when my Dr. made me stay home.  Rachel was here for about 10 days for Christmas and we had a great time.  I didn’t get to see her a lot because I was working and then when we got to the weekend, I couldn’t get out, due to me being a total klutz.  Besides  crutches and me don’t work very well on stairs or sand. Rachel and Mitch were able to have some great dad/daughter time.  They did some hiking and were out and about most of the time. 

This first video is of waves that we thought were big.  Little did we know that they would be getting larger and the beaches would eventually close for a while. The islands have been under a surf advisory or warning for the last several weeks, which I guess make for good surfing.  But those waves don’t make for good boogie boarding for me, I’m a chicken.

 

 

This particular video is when Hapuna Beach was closed.  We walked out to the point to look down on Hapuna and were stunned at how far the surf is coming up the sand.  Rocks are being exposed that we’ve never seen before and as you can see there aren’t any people.  On any other day the beach is lined with beach umbrellas, swimmers, people sunning and simply enjoying the best beach on Hawaii island.  It will be interesting to see Hapuna when I can get back there sometime soon.

 

The waves this weekend are estimated to be 30-40 foot waves.  I don’t have any video, but I know that some houses on north and west facing shores are under high tide and huge surf watch.  Tomorrow…back to the office for me, minus the crutches and cast….yeah!  I LOVE being mobile.

 

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Was I absent that day?

 

Moving to Hawaii has made this is a unique time in our lives.  I’m not so sure that I’ve ever been so stress free.  We have plenty of money from the sale of the house with additional income coming in weekly, so that’s not a worry.  We’ve stanched the bleeding of money that comes with a move and we have a lot of free time.  I’ve been looking for work since December, and when the house sold in January, I shifted my job focus to Hawaii, knowing that we could now move. As we all know, looking for a job brings  its own level of stress, hoops to jump through and miscellaneous stupid criteria. Now throw in a new area where the job market is supposed to be non-existent and the stress level is multiplied exponentially. We moved to Hawaii on March 1st, on March 10th I sent off some applications because I was starting to have initial panic attacks about not being employed.  On the day we moved into our apartment, March 23rd, I got a call, asking me to come in for an interview.  That interview led to more interviews and the short story is…now I have a job.  Here’s the really really cool part, because of scheduling conflicts with the new boss being out-of-town and the fact Mitch and I are going to Seattle in June for Rachel’s graduation, I don’t start my new job until July 8th.   I KNOW!!! I’ve been given this amazing gift of time.  I’ve always wanted a gift of time….especially in Hawaii.  Since Mitch will be going to school and that hasn’t been finalized yet,  I have someone to share this precious gift.

It’s really been nice to have time to set up our apartment, get the lay of the land and explore at our leisure.  One of the ways we’ve been spending our time is exploring all the ways the beach can change from day-to-day. Every day that we’ve been to the beach it’s different.  Oh sure it’s always gorgeous, but the waves change.  Monday of this past week, the water was so flat that all we did was hang draped over our boogie boards waiting for the waves to arrive.  Oh I didn’t mention that we had boogie boards…oh my god, it’s so much fun!  Here we are so tentative at first, I know we look like total dorks and then WHAM, we’re in the water riding those fool waves up to the sand.  The past few days there has been a surf advisory for all of the islands.  That means that there are dangerous waves which can suck the very life out of you, if you’re not paying attention. Please notice the alert below says surf 6-10 feet, that’s much bigger than me, and not anything that I want to fight with.

High Surf Warning

Yesterday I went out for a few waves and got my share of good rides, but this was one of those days when I really had to be careful.  I like the happy medium beach days where I’m enjoying the ride and not getting pummeled to death.  Ok, let’s back up for a few minutes.  If you clicked on the BOOGIE BOARD link and read through everything, don’t think for a second that either Mitch or I are out riding waves in the middle of the ocean. Neither one of us have walked out where the water is over our heads.  We’re on the trainer waves riding on boogie boards purchased at a chain retail outlet, plus we’re 54 years old.

My very brave husband is out there, time and time again. I have some video, but I promised I wouldn’t post it…sorry!  He’s having a blast, and just so you know we wear plenty of sun screen, which we reapply during the day.  We purchased an umbrella and a couple of beach chairs, all which can be carried on our backs.  We’re even on first name basis with the parking lot attendant, we’re there so much. During all of this beach time,there is one thing that I’ve never heard mentioned…and that’s the amount of sand that is taken away from the beach in ones swimsuit.  huh, who knew!

After I had my share of boogie boarding yesterday, I walked to the outside showers to rinse off.  This is a great opportunity to leave the sand where it’s supposed to be and have a little less salt and sunscreen on.  I walked back to our stuff to sit down to watch the people and dry as best I could.  I lay down on my towel to dry my backside, and when I felt like I was getting too much sun, I sat up, sitting crossed legged.  I’d noticed that my suit was feeling odd, but thought it was just from the water.  I glanced down to the towel I was on…emitting a very loud gasp.  It looked like I was sporting a woody, and I KNOW that I don’t have that sort of equipment on me.  I jumped up flailing around, being careful to not look like a self satisfying pervert at the beach (if you know what I mean) only to discover that there was about 2 cups of sand resting in the crotch of my swimsuit.  Serious how did I not know this happened when you swam in the ocean, was I gone the day we talked about this in health class?  Was I doing something wrong, like scooping up sandy water with the top of my suit as I got off my board?  Yeah there were adjustments going on, but not enough to scoop that much sand. Sure it makes sense now that I think about it, but really?

We got home, showered and I laid my suit out to dry on the lanai and that bad boy was heavy.  How the hell did I get so much sand, I couldn’t see a way in. This morning I came out to see how it was drying and I turned it upside down.  All of the sand fell out the same way it came in, through a very large opening between the lining and actual suit.  I’ve sewn that gap shut and we’ll see tomorrow just how much sand I bring home with me.  Here’s a pic of what I was carrying around.  No wonder it felt like I had a full diaper, and I don’t even remember that sensation.

Sandy bottom

Settling in

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We have unpacked 99.9% of the stuff we brought with us to our newly rented apartment.  On the upside, that means that we’ve set up house and can have some sort of normal life.  If you call looking up from the lanai, listening to the birds sing and having a soft gentle cool breeze caress my bare feet normal, well ok then.  I guess what I really mean is the ability to make coffee in our own maker, sipped from our own mugs, made with our own proclivities.  As I think about it, we’ve been in a transitional state for many many months.  The last 3 months have been the ones with the most upheaval.  And after a happy sighhhhh of relief, we are now in a place that can bring us to a state where we can create a routine.  Call me an odd duck, but I like my routine….most of the time.  If I didn’t have to work, I’d be happy getting up everyday drinking coffee on the lanai, and heading off to the farmers markets on the weekends. But at some point the money has to start rolling back in.  It seems like we’ve been trying to staunch the bleeding of money since we got here, but we knew that a rather quick exit of $’s was going to happen.  That comes with any move… I guess…maybe.  It was sorta weird, when the dudes we’re bringing all of the stuff that we had shipped from Seattle up our flight of stairs, I was embarrassed that we had so much stuff. The goal had been to down size and we have, for the most part.  But I’d be lying if I left out the fact we have a storage unit as well, that unit is holding all of the things we won’t be using for about a year….the garden tools, 95% of our books and all the cardboard that moved us here.

Now don’t be disappointed but where we landed is not what you’d typically think of when you think of Hawaii.  In fact, it reminds me of Emmett in the spring time….except every day here looks like spring.  I’ve included a shot of where we live…..for real obvious reasons we call it the shire.  This view is about 3/4’s of a mile from the center of the little town.  Two stop lights…gotta love it.  It’s like spring time every day. This cowboy/upcountry area is short term for us, with a more tropical place in our future.

Kamuela HI

Doesn’t look very tropical does it….but look close when you come here and drive around, you will see palms, and ferns and hear the birds of Hawaii.  Check out this link of the area we live, it’s got some pretty awesome history.

The first few days at our new apartment was busy-busy-busy.  Beds to make, boxes to unpack, our life ‘stuff’ to organize.  And we did it, we stored and changed and stuffed and tweaked….and now we can explore to our hearts content.  This week, the end of week 2 in our ‘transitional’ house, we had our first social outing.  Our landlords, who we find out are VERY well connected in our small town, had us over for cocktails.  Cool, gotta love that.  On Friday morning I get a call from the landlord and it’s now 8 people that will be there….specifically to meet us.  Wow, talk about a welcome wagon.  I was kind of nervous because I wasn’t sure what to wear, or what to bring, but once we got there it was fine and now we have plans to make our way to our place in the next couple of weeks.

The job search has been progressing in a positive fashion….that’s all you get on that subject for the time being. BUT the beach time has been great!  We’ve taken time out of our very busy home making schedule to trot down to the beach twice now  One of the best beaches in the world is about 15 minutes down the hill from us.  Perhaps you’ve heard of Hapuna Beach?   We’re getting smarter and have limited our time on the sand and in the water ti minimize any potential for sun burn. I see a couple of boogies boards in one of our next purchases and I suppose we should look into catastrophic insurance too.  We’re of that age…

I was talking with my eldest sister a short while ago and she asked me if we had experienced any disappointments or anything depressing so far in our journey.  The only thing that popped to mind was how much longer it took to find a place to live.  We must have looked at a couple dozen places and there were only two I felt that wouldn’t have to fumigate or bleach before moving in. One of the two was asking $2000 a month for a lovely home nestled on the cliff of the ocean and the other we’re living in.

The truly saddest/depressing (and now laughable) experience we had, was the day that we were to be interviewed as potential house sitters for a vacation rental.  The owner travels to California a lot for her other business and needed some presence when she was gone.  After driving 90 minutes from where we were staying, we located the place.  We would be less than a football fields length to the pacific ocean…cool.  However within the first 90 seconds of conversation we learned of her bad divorce, Dual restraining orders, badly needed home (and mental) repairs, lack of funds, a hostile vindictive on the way to being an ex-husband-she-should-have-divorced-10-years-ago as well as the local pot smoking drum circle that frequented the park outside the house.  The only other ‘useful’ thing we learned about the park out front was it offered the best cell service for that area.  Oh the joy, it was only our main form of communication!   During her dissertation at one point, I stopped her longed enough to ask if the vindictive soon to be ex-husband was going to show up at any given time with a parcel of guns and shoot anyone in sight.  She assured us that he was a peaceful man who only wanted to smoke his pot and get his share of the proceeds from the pending sale of what would have been our home.   Now I’m not going to disparage that place by naming it, but if you ask me in person I’ll tell you.

We had been really hopeful that we might learn a thing or two about vacation rentals from this person.  However the situation was akin to walking into a psych ward with the patients being in charge.  The red flags did not stop popping up.  The longer she talked the less we wanted in.  We were gracious as she gave us a somewhat limited tour and we chatted with the outgoing threesome of house sitters.  I did not get any good vibes from any of these people, but it could have been when she challenged us with being spies for her soon to be ex-husband., that my fondness for her diminished.  The day had started with such high hopes, one where we could be effective in what we know, have a place to call home for a while and not have a huge outlay of cash.  But we were just smart enough to walk away and keep going.  We declined any offers of dinner and couldn’t get out of there quick enough.  There’s a reason we don’t have a lot of drama in our lives, and it’s going to stay that way.

As you can see the cat has adjusted quite well.  In fact we all have.  More to come!

Cica's doing well