Aloha from Hawaii

Aloha from Hawaii

Wishing you Aloha from Hawaii! I’m writing this the night before I leave (almost 12 hours exactly-I fly out of Phoenix at 5:40 a.m., but I want to pre-schedule this post so I don’t have to worry about time zones {3 hours difference} and jet lag and taking time out of a family visit to lock myself in a room and be creative).

An unexpected visit

Last week I had nothing more to think about than a) why couldn’t I write and b) should I sign up for NaNo to force myself to write? Then my son-in-law called to see if I’d be willing to put Arizona on hold to fly to Big Island, Hawaii to babysit my grandson and granddaughter for a week or two or three. What would you say to such an offer?

It seems their regular babysitter ran into some problems and is unable to watch my grandson. (Granddaughter goes to nursery school). Enter Grandma to the rescue. Cue the trumpets and fireworks, get the parade permit signed, haul out the sweet tea and cheesecake.

This chair is waiting for me.

Not my first visit

As some of you may know, we lived on Hawaii for a while. Three years, six months, and twenty-one days to be precise, but who’s counting? After visiting in 2011, “maybe we can retire there someday” morphed into “let’s quit our jobs and go”.

We first lived on Oahu, which is where Honolulu, Waikiki Beach, and Pearl Harbor are located. After a year-and-a-half, we moved to Big Island, where our daughter and family joined us in fall of 2014.

In 2016, we decided to move to the WAY less expensive state of Arizona, but we miss family (and the ocean), though our son and his family are in state. It’s hard being torn between two halves. Having a chance to return (this will be my second trip back) to the Aloha State is awesome!

Add a little drama to the night before

All packed and fresh off a Skype conversation with daughter and family, cash in hand for whatever purchases I might need, we drove to the nearest Panera for a 4:00 supper.

On the way home, stopped to wait for a light, we were rear-ended by a 87 year old senior. Information was exchanged, and I’ve filed a claim (hubby will have to handle the details while I’m away).

But, I might be a little sore on my early morning flights. Nothing a little sunshine and the sound of the ocean won’t cure, right?

See you in paradise!

Blessings and Aloha until the next post,

Cheryl

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