It is 2017 (CE or AD, depending on your persuasion). Three years now on the high seas of this grand life expedition, and–as if in the doldrums–we are stuck in transition, somewhere between the lives of those on Gilligan’s Island and those aboard the Starship Enterprise. We press on.
Like pioneers of old, we have spent thirty-six months, with four kids, living out of suitcases. We have been sheltered by rental and gifted homes (never part of our plan), fed by solar power and rain catchment, and outfitted with camping cookware, quick dry towels, compost toilets, and cots. We have experienced many run-ins with thieves, neighborly drug addicts, nudist polyamorists, a felon in hideout, and even an FBI fugitive. We have lamented the loss of livestock to plant-based poisons and predators, and the destruction of crops by wild pigs. Press on.
The story of our lives here has been punctuated by house fire and house floods, hurricane, earthquakes, lava flows, and the more mundane (but much too frequent) vehicle repairs and minor traffic accidents (eight flat tires during the course of one trying year). Our construction funds have been decimated by contractor ineptitude, government bureaucracy, and other hallmarks of residential life in the oft misunderstood Hawaii. Yet, we press on.
“How do you manage, old bean?,” you ask. Just as those who went before us: faith and grit, my good fellows, faith and grit. (And perhaps a touch of insanity.)
Welcome to our story.
(If the latest month’s post is not up yet (check under “Captain’s Log” on the menu above), rest assured, it is coming soon. We are likely just temporarily waylaid by mongooses and wild pigs, chasing off thieves, or litigating against inept contractors.)
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