Where, oh where?

@postaday 137; #postaday2011.

I almost forgot to post! This morning I wasn’t feeling so great, and slogged through my day. It isn’t easy to flip the switch and write every day. This blog is an indication that I sometimes don’t hit it outta the park. As this day draws to a close, I thought I’d pop in with something. Especially since Carrie-Ann said to me today that she noticed I had yet to blog, and we were already on our way home from the Mothership.

Someone noticed. Yay! I feel as if no one does, and I’ve heard more than once it’s a PITA for my spouse to submit my one and only comment of the day. Sigh.

When someone drops out of life, on purpose, headed toward other adventures, or duties, without a peep to those of us who miss them, it kinda sucks that you’re not worth a little heads-up or a howdy on social media. I don’t know about you, but I always think the worst. Are they OK? Are they alive? Are they in a dungeon? Did they make that final big drop? Eventually, we are reconnected and all is well. That feeling lifts your spirits. You don’t feel so burdened with worry. Smiles come easy again.

Then there are those who drop out of life completely by accident. Ryan Suenaga, for instance. He’s our friend who fell to his death while hiking Olomana with a group on Easter morning. That was a very difficult reality for many of us to face. Ryan made so many friends here on Earth. I was in his IRL periphery, others only knew him through social media, and yet others, such as Team Fatty, knew him through his tireless efforts to help with Livestrong, and through his ride last summer in Philly.

Now the Hawaii community is worried about Are Hjorungnes, a visiting professor to the University of Hawaii from Norway, who has been missing a few days since he and a group of ultra runners launched for an excursion on Oahu’s Northwestern side, starting at Peacock Flats and into the mountains. Some of these runners don’t pack the GPS or a cellular phone. More like shorts, a bottle of water and the shoes they can get dirty. I think many of us are hopeful that Are will emerge, a little worse for wear, but alive, any moment now. We want that. We don’t want to lose another comrade while they pursue the beauty of Hawaii from its highest precipices. Come on, Are. Come home!

What gives us hope? There have been people in the past who have been found alive. And today there is this news about a Washington State trooper found alive after three days. He did have the survival equipment that helped rescuers find him.

Let’s hope for the best. And those of you free spirits who think we don’t miss you? How about a little virtual smoke signal once in a while?

Love, me.

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.


  1. I laughed because of this post; not at you, nor at your blog. But I laughed because I recalled a tweet you sent me when I said I had to be disconnected for a few days (that time, it was facetiousness on the heels of a real-life disconnection having been in a country without steady mobile phone coverage). Anyway, the tweet was simple: “what now?!” And that’s what made me laugh because “what now?!” fit-in somewhere in this post. 😉

  2. Paula, thanks for the reminder. You and I aren’t IRL friends at present, but I really do feel like this web of social media has made us connected… and I am moved by the sentiment here.

    I read your blogs EVERY DAY. I look forward to them! I don’t want to comment sometimes, actually *most of the time* because I don’t want to seem stalker-y. But I would want comments, too, from my readers just as you do.

    I have learned something here today.

    Thank you! 🙂


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