I live in Hawaii Kai, which is in a rain shadow compared to the rest of Oahu. If it rains anywhere else on this Island, we don’t get rain in Hawaii Kai. We miss out on the fun storms, the thunder, the lightning. Funny, though that Hawaiian-Tel always seems to go out in Hawaii Kai when a puddle forms. But I digress. Besides we don’t have no stinkin’ land line any more!

As I was getting ready for my workout at 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai, I detected the gentle sound of raindrops on the bedroom roof. It got louder. I went to the gym, did my 65-minute elliptical workout, and when I left, it was STILL raining.

I had to rethink the work wardrobe, and I pulled out the Sperry galoshes I got from @Zappos a few weeks ago. They are decidedly weird, but in a good way. If you’re going to be an adult female in big rubber boots, then for gawd sake, own it.

Ready for the raindrops!
The puddle jumpers are ready.

I inserted a heel cup, wrapped myself into my raincoat, grabbed my bags and hoofed it down to theBus stop in the breezy rain. Did I mention it was raining? In Hawaii Kai? The place where it never rains? Apparently, the only time it does rain in Hawaii Kai it doesn’t rain anywhere else.

I was standing at the corner and I saw the express bus show up. I had already decided I’m going to ride the #1 now that the kids are back in school. But the driver spotted me and waited at the light for me to cross so he could give me a ride. I’m not going to turn down such graciousness! That was sweeter than sweet. Mahalo, Oahu Transit Service!

I get downtown to transfer to a Kapiolani bus that would take me to HMSA, and there’s a bit of dampness on the streets, but it’s not pouring like it is in Hawaii Kai. And it is bone dry along Keeaumoku, runway to the Mothership.

You get to a point in life where  you have to be yourself: The leader, the follower, the artist, the scientist, the editor, the writer, the thinker, the dreamer. Some of us are a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. If we were all or nothing, then who would search our faces for a welcoming connection? I’m the one in the boots. Remember that when you find yourself wading through something deep and crappy. I am there to help.


P.S. Yesterday’s weigh in for Weight Watchers at Work: down .2 pounds. And I say Hurray for that! Lots of champagne and partying over the holiday weekend. Lots of working out, too. So attagirl to me!

#postaday2011, @postaday

By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

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