Getting settled sort of day in Hilo: 

L hopped onto my bed at 6:20 to announce he was ready to go to farmers market for a subi and then to get book. (He went back to his own bed when I pointed out the library doesn’t open until 11 and I told him to put down the iPad.)

C got ready to go for a run about 8 then discovered we had no food. Only condiments. 

Cleaned the cobwebs and gecko poop out of the kitchen cupboards and played Scrabble while we waited for the library. Scrabble about evens out if L gets 9 tiles, C gets 8 and I get 7. 

Farmers’s Market for fresh coconut juice and subis. Plus the usual papayas and pickled daikon and longon and such. 

Library for a stack of books. At least 2-3 days worth, since L got only comic books. And all Marvel Civil War I think. Looking at the cover of Peter Parker, I was reminded that I didn’t let C read those at the same age because of the twisted, mysogonisyic world view.  

Attempted to hit Wilsons for shave ice, but they were closed so redirected to Sharks for pineapple sorbet. Perfect breeze on their “lanai” today. I threatened to make them go to KTA before ice cream to ensure they’d behave. C assured me “we can be good.”  Had to point out that I know they can be, they just usually aren’t at the grocery. 

KTA was relatively painless. They went off on missons for Hawaiian Suns, etc. We got $164 worth of groceries, which should last about 3 days. 

Back to house to put milk in fridge then head to beach. Neighbors have a crew jack hammering their driveway. Then tossing the chunks from pile to pile up toward the street. And the downstairs smells a bit because the last people here left it plugged up and brown. 

Yet both kids decided they’d rather read on the couch than have to move.  So I’m sitting in a beach chair on the quiet end of Richardson’s with a book and an iced coffee (and my phone). Trade winds are blowing from off shore. Listening to the waves break on the lava coast. 

So, yes, I should have grabbed a beer on my way out the door.