I was going through some old photos and came across these. This was a Sandalwood (Iliahi) tree planting on Mauna Kea. Iliahi was a thriving tree until the demand for it decimated the population in Hawaii. The planting takes place at roughly 6,000-8,000 feet. The weather is very changeable. What started as a clear and sunny day became misty and showery.
This area is also the headwaters of the Wailuku River which feeds Rainbow Falls in Hilo.
After planting, we went up to about 11,000 feet on some of the back roads. Astronaut training for Lunar and Martian missions would take place here.
The last photo is an endangered Mauna Kea Silversword.
My daughter is home for the summer and has picked up a job at the Hawaiian Crown Chocolates. This is the place where I get cacao nibs. They also have brewing cocoa which is addictive. I have taken to brewing it with coffee and making a type of mocha beverage. Add cream and sweetener and it is far better than anything made at Starbucks!
Perspective reflecting upon the 72nd anniversary of the April Fool's tsunami...
April 1, 2018 - Easter Sunday, April Fool's day and the 72nd anniversary of a destructive Pacific wide tsunami.
April 1 1946 2:28 AM HST. An earthquake in the Aleutian islands (Alaska) generates a tsunami that travels across the Pacific ocean. 6:45 AM HST, a little under 5 hours, the tsunami strikes the Big Island of Hawai'i causing massive damage along the coast and resulting in 159 deaths statewide.
Residents had no warning and no time to evacuate. This event led to the creation of the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center and the deployment of tools to learn more about tsunamis and to help predict when and where they might strike.
The idea of the tsunami has always held a strange fascination for me and I now live in a place that is unusually susceptible to their effects. I see reminders of their destructive potential daily. We have a beautiful park upon which there was once a Japanese settlement known as Shinmachi. Shinmachi was devastated in 1946 and, after rebuilding, tragedy struck once again in 1960.
Shinmachi was not rebuilt and the bayfront is now one large park where many people enjoy recreational activities, unaware of what was once there. I woke up today and Shinmachi was on my mind so I decided to write an article in memory of them and all others that suffered on that tragic April Fool's day when the normally placid ocean played a particularly cruel prank with little warning.
I don't particularly believe in places being haunted but, if a place could be haunted, Shinmachi would surely fit the bill.
Today finally dawned and I was ready to give my presentation to a diabetes support group. I must admit that I was anxious because I felt like I would be a rookie in the group trying out for the big leagues. It seems so ironic to be trying out for the big leagues among a group of people with a chronic illness but there I was.
1PM rolls around and the introductions begin. Sure enough there are several people there with 20 years of experience with Type 2. One lady had lost her fingers and parts of her legs to complications and yet she manages to drive a stick shift automobile. Another lady looks healthy but commented that age is catching up to her and it is a little harder to manage. Like many of us, she was able to control her diabetes with diet and exercise.
I can only say that it was a humbling experience. I introduced myself and then expressed that just meeting them gave me hope that I could live with this for a long time. I then share my journey. Many of you know the stories like Macy's and such so I won't repeat them.
After my presentation, I can say that I was accepted. What I had to say wasn't surprising and it was accepted. Auntie Edna emphasized we all had different journeys on this path and thanked me for sharing mine.
One of the veterans commented how much easier it is now than it was 25 years ago. Apparently, the first thing done was to get you started on insulin. The Internet and groups like DF are actually changing that. So while it feels like we are beating our heads against the wall, change is happening. Hui Malama is actually trying to reach out to doctors locally and challenge what they think they know about diabetes.
I hope I will have the opportunity to do this again. To me, it is so fulfilling to share and help others. Once again, unexpectedly, I learned something new. I have come a long way and it is exciting to look forward to where I might go.
Can this old dog with an old trick restore peace in the house with a dog?
Charlie, my daughter Kala's dog, is a tad overweight. She has been exercising more with him and has modified his diet a little. Sounds familiar....
The diet change has been a little bit of a struggle because he won't eat. After a few days of this, Kala has become concerned and has turned to the most reliable source of trusted information out there, Google.
This in spite of the fact that my Mom for a good deal of her life bred, raised, and showed Afghan Hounds. We have had our share of temperamental dogs over the years but she seemed to always know how to handle them. I offered a simple piece of advice that I remember my Mom telling me once and I was given short shrift because it couldn't possibly work.
So there has been this epic struggle to get Charlie to eat. Pleading, sitting with him, scolding, taking away the food after 5 minutes, the gamut...
Kala had some evening plans so the task of feeding Charlie fell to me. I was apparently also going to be responsible for making sure he ate. I was given this long elaborate instruction set that I promptly ignored in old dude fashion. I was not going to invest all that time and energy in getting a dog to eat.
Feeding time rolls around and I add about a Tbsp of olive oil. My mom said, that in many cases, adding a little fat to the dinner will make them eat it. She would use olive oil, cheese, bacon fat, or butter. Not a lot either. Dinner was gone in under 5 minutes. I can relate since I too love olive oil, bacon fat, and butter.
I loved it even more when she came home and saw the empty dish. She was happy that he ate and I explained what I did. While I would have loved to take credit for the "Dad, you're a genius!" comment from my near college graduate daughter that sometimes thinks she knows more than the old man (many times she actually does but I will never admit it), I had to give the credit to her grandmother.
This morning, we "rinsed and repeated" with olive oil and peace, for now, reigns once again.
This old dog is resting on his laurels and especially enjoying his morning coffee.