Nov 17, 2008


Yesterday someone left three papaya at my doorstep. No note of explanation - just three lovely, ripe papaya. Mahalo, mysterious giver of fruit.

Today's present was the opportunity to choose between a long, shade-dappled walk at Kapalua with pals or a shorter, steep hike up to the airport with another friend who leaves the island tomorrow. I'm grateful for choices like this.

As concrete saws scream and hammers pound 30 feet down the walkway from where I type this, I'm getting ready to claim the gift of wax earplugs. I'd much rather have fruit.

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