Last year, ER was the series rerun of choice for my insomnia occurances. I could watch three ER episodes most of those nights without having to search around through the informercials for satisfactory content. Billy Mays' shouting does not soothe me, but the resolution of ER's dramas can bring a sigh of relief and rest. Chicago Hope Hospital must have been blown up four times, hostages taken at gunpoint twice and I also learned how dangerous medical helicopters can be. One doctor got his arm severed by the blades, and months after he recovered from that, another one fell out of the sky and crushed him.
Everybody brought to ER gets entubated.
With all that hell breaking loose somewhere on a Hollywood set or in someone else's imagination, it's a relief to fall asleep in the quiet of my cottage on Miller Road.
Crichton has a good voice. I think I can finish this book. He's best known for Jurassic Park. That's not the kind of book I would read, but I gotta say the movie is one of my favorites.
Today we will go buy supplies for the condo that Carmen has requested. It shouldn't take very long, then we'll come back here and look for shells on the beach. There are little teeny tiny ones that wash up along the breakwater, and I have a collection in a glass container that I leave on a kitchen shelf. I add a few each time I'm here, and so do some of my guests. I think it's interesting that people who are strangers to me contribute but do not remove any.
There is still some good in mankind.
Yesterday we drove to Paia, then Makawao and upcountry past Kula to the winery. In Paia, I bought a shark suit for one of the dogs. Very silly, but irresitable. I see while on-line looking for a
photo to post here, that I could have bought one at Target for about half the price. And that is how you explain the "tax on paradise."It's our last night here. Traditionally, it's chicken soup night. We made three meals out of that whole chicken I baked a few nights ago. Quite a few leftovers can join the carcass in a big pot and it makes the heart glad waste is minimized.
We leave for home tomorrow on the Northwest Airlines red-eye. It lands in Seattle at about 5 a.m. I bought those tickets because they were $340 roundtrip at the time Hawaiian was advertising $475. Wouldn't you know the following week they matched at $340. Ah, well, so far no one is complaining, but the moaning should start about three hours into the flight when the flight attendants and small children keep us awake.
I brought my small children on airplanes, so I'm paying dues now, I guess.
And when I get home, well-refreshed, I have an interview at Island Hospital. It's just for volunteer work in the gift shop, but there are openings from time to time in admitting. From there, I'd like to look around for an executive secretary position. Gotta start somewhere, and I think this is pretty good.
But this morning, a very beautiful one on the island of Maui, I won't think too hard about going home just yet.
