Happy on Kauai and at Da Fish Shack

Sunny.  Shirt sleeve weather heading toward swim suit.  From the back lanai I can see rollers coming in that have curl, places for surfers to ride, but they’re all up on the north shore, Hanalei and westward toward Na Pali.  That’s where the  black diamonds are today. At least in surfing and skiing, black diamond means, “Come to me, all you who are skilled and eager;” instead of, as the Hawai’i Beach Safety website says, “Extreme Hazard.”

Got my groove back.  Slept till 8:30 AM.  Then, I put the little table on the back lanai, cooked up some eggs, toast and bacon, made myself a cup of Darjeeling and dined al fresco.  Directly in front of me is the neighbor’s yard, hammock strung and festooned with abandoned bumpers (boats).  At its edge next to the beach is a fir of some kind, aloe and ilia, a low, fronded plant and a small tree that looks like our magnolia.  Beyond these plants lies the ocean.  Out where the coral reefs protect Anahola Bay, the rollers I mentioned hit the reef, throw up spume and curl toward shore.

Yesterday I felt lonely, not alone, a huge difference for me.  This makes me yearn for something other than what I’m experiencing.  I don’t always recognize it when it creeps up on me.  The symptoms are vague dissatisfaction, an urge to wander, to do something, realize a goal.  Of course I miss Kate and always find life lighter and easier with her, yet I also love to be alone, on my own, but there are times when I seem to be adrift, goal-less and clueless.  Like yesterday.

Today I’m fine with breakfast, the table outside, the ocean in front of me.  Must have been a transition to an alone on vacation state, a transition from two weeks with Kate.  Now the same things that seemed dull and similar appear fresh and unique.  Plenty of time and happy to be here.

I’ve reduced my planned activity today to one:  the Hanalei farmer’s market at 2pm.  Might try to catch some of the north shore surfers.  Might not.

Happy on Kauai, at Da Fish Shack.  Aloha for now.