"Do you think anyone's called 911?"said Corina, who was born and raised on Maui. "Look at the color of that smoke" I said, "that's not a cane fire", "no way" she concurred.
We ignored work and stood in the corridor taking pictures of what was beginning to feel like an alarmingly close blaze. We didn't hear sirens & I felt guilty "I'm calling 911" I said, never having done so before in my life. Aren't you supposed to get right through to a person, I thought as I was put on hold by an automated voice. The efficient dispatcher (once on the line) asked me what the problem was "I'm sure you're getting a lot of calls" I blabbed on not getting to the point "but there's a really big fire in North Kihei", unimpressed she replied "I think there's a cane burn down that way". Think?.......I thought.
Just then Nancy arrived with our coffee and cool as a cucumber said "nice cane fire".
Mental.
Whilst waiting for the traffic light to change, I enjoyed this juxtaposition.
And talking of enjoying positions, this is my latest favorite on my new inversion table.
And while we're on the subject of things you don't see everyday, in my era's version of a sack race, at a birthday party I saw children jumping noisily and uncomfortably in large plastic bags! That's just wrong.
Yet to put all things right, in the shallow knee high shore break at Kanaha I was lucky enough to see a baby hammer head shark, it was maybe a foot long and was super-duper cute. You gotta milk the magical moments so they out weigh the crazy ones!
Heading down the hill to work.
At work.
Heading up the hill.
Haliimaile turn off.
Makani turn off.
For our office Christmas card this year, we decided a photo of the three of us would be a nice personal touch. Jesus, trying to get three women to like how they look in one photo took conservatively 30 shots! After one particularly hopeful (yet ultimately disappointing) round this was all we could see!
Talking of illusions, I shall call this shot 'giantess and lilliputian man'.
And while we're at it, here's an enormous head looking slightly like Noel Fielding.
Sundays are fun days at the beach. Camps are set up early with varying numbers of tents, coolers, beach chairs, toys, dogs and kids all playing in the sun. This is an especially large toy but trust me, everyone who rode in it had a smile on their face.
These two spent hours trying to balance on a board that was marginally too small for the job.
I've lived next to the same neighbors for 19 years and never once have I seen them move their boat from it's dry dock. Herbie (the owner) used to climb in and turn the engine on letting it tick over for an hour or so, but even that masculine activity has ceased. I've often wondered why they don't sell it, but as I looked out over my deck the other day I thought I might actually miss the old girl if they did. Go figure.
Mean while inside my house, one thing I'd never miss is the sight of my dirty, smelly recyclable containers. Sometimes I leave them on the counter so long that in an rash act of pure planet destroying laziness, I throw them away! Oh the guilt...
It's Thanksgiving and one of the bazillion things I'm thankful for, is that I'm motivated and heathy to play both on the ocean and off. Enjoy your turkey lurkey people and if you can't be with the ones you love, love the ones your with.
Mental.
Whilst waiting for the traffic light to change, I enjoyed this juxtaposition.
And talking of enjoying positions, this is my latest favorite on my new inversion table. 
