"Tempus fugit" - seems like just yesterday that we were looking toward the
year 2000 (millennium or not millennium, that was the question along with
wondering if we would even be alive to see it!) Now it is receding into the
distant past. Bill even heard someone refer to some out of date technology
as being "so 2000." All in all it was a pretty quiet year. No major events
to report.
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We are still taking a basket making class from Gail Toma at the Honolulu Academy of
Arts education annex at Linekona. This has become a serious hobby for us and we have
formed a close-knit group with the others who keep repeating the class as we do.
Most of the Christmas presents this year from Bill were baskets that he made.
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| We find something appealing and, more often than not, enjoyable in the local theatre scene every couple of weeks. We've been to a number of interesting locally written and produced plays that deal (usually humorously) with local issues. We saw a wonderful local production of "Chicago" and the Community College often has an excellent (slightly off the mainstream) program of modern dance groups from the mainland and elsewhere. And, of course, "The Vagina Monologues" which, to show how provincial things can still be here, shocked and dismayed much of the audience! |
One day when we were hiking in the hills above our place we came on an old tunnel hidden
behind a layer of overgrowth. Bill almost fell in when he sat down for a rest and the old
metal door gave way. It was kind of funny because the condition of the tunnel seemed to improve
the farther back you went into it and it was possible to see (as your eyes adapted) even though
there was no obvious light source. Even without going in too far we could see that the tunnel
was getting brighter as we went along, even though the direction was clearly directly back into
the mountain. It was not a natural formation. We turned back when the tunnel started to get really
bright and branch off in different directions. We covered up the
entrance so it would be hard to detect from the trail.
We went back a week later with some friends,
a ball of string, to mark our way, and a notebook, so we could draw a map. Guess what!
We could not find it
again even though we had gone to a lot of trouble to mark the site. Bill thinks it might
have been some kind of Wheeler-wormhole of the kind that is thought to provide an instant link
between remote parts of the universe. The hills above Honolulu seem like a funny place to
find one. On the other hand, that would help to explain why it was getting brighter as we went
deeper. Maybe we were getting close to an opening on some other world. The branching would be
confusing since wormholes are usually thought of as point-to-point singularities. Whatever.
Since it doesn't seem to be there anymore We're glad we got back out while it was still open
on this end.
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On this end of the Pacific Cup (the host end) both Valerie and Bill worked as volunteers
running the race finishes as "staff duty officers" manning (womanning too) the radios
and helping with the awards program at the Kaneohe Yacht Club. Of course the race
brought many of the people we know in the Bay Area sailing community to Hawaii. We
had a great time visiting with them and, once again, felt the conflict about where to call
"home." In addition to other race-related duties, Bill served as an inspector for several
boats. This was to verify that boats from Hawaii met the necessary standards to
participate in the race. Valerie served, again, as a "boat nanny" for a number of racers
including the 140+ foot luxury yacht from New Zealand, "Mari Cha III".
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In July we moved from "Cirrus" into a small (500 sq. feet) studio apartment in
anticipation of the boat going into the yard for an extended period to be painted and to
have some minor mechanical work done. The apartment is one of those little box-like
spaces tacked on above the garage. It was almost certainly built without benefit of any
permits. It is attached to a big, old, fairly run-down house that Valerie inherited (along
with its substantial mortgage) from her Aunt. The house is rented to four young people
who are great tenants. We have done some major work since moving in such as
installing 220 volt wiring in the studio (so we can cook on something other than an EZ
Bake oven,) had a large tree, whose roots were encroaching on a neighbor, removed, and
the usual jobs in an old house such as replacing flooring and tiles in a rotting bathroom,
replacing a stove and hood that no longer worked etc. Pretty much a money pit but the
view is fabulous.
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The boat painting was an odyssey in itself. The contractor talked us into removing all the
deck hardware to facilitate the deck painting. While sounding simple, this turned out to
be a huge job that we are still recovering from! The painting itself was a nerve-wracking
experience. The yard where the work was done was windy and dirty. Improvised
protection did not work very well. It was a real struggle
and the job that was scheduled to take 15
days was finally finished by the end of August.
A couple of weeks later we went for a beautiful sail with Carol and Frank Plasil aboard. We then anchored just offshore a couple of miles west of our marina to go snorkeling at a wonderful location where there is an outflow of warm water and the colorful fish love to play. When we started the engine afterward there was an awful noise and we discovered that water was coming into the boat at a fearsome rate. The problem was traced to work that had been done in the yard while the boat was being painted. The people responsible agreed to fix it but the process was very stressful and took weeks, leaving the boat in a mess that we are just recovering from. As of now the boat can be sailed but there are still a lot of loose ends. (For more details on this saga, check out the link to "a near disaster" on our web site www.nav.org.) Suffice it to say that we would recommend that you get your boat work done before coming to Hawaii. |
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New Year's Eve in Hawaii has to be seen to be believed. More than 6000 permits were sold for fireworks and the noise, the smoke and the displays were fantastic. No trouble staying awake this year! We wish you all the fulfillment of your hopes and dreams and look forward to seeing you, if possible, in 2003. Aloha me ka Hauoli Makahiki Hou! ("Happy New Year" from Hawaii.) Valerie and Bill
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