Connie, with a little less de-stressing to get done, is already in a totally Hawaii frame of mind, as this pic at sunset along the beach at Poipu, south shore of Kauai, shows.
I'm still working on it, but I'm coming along.
The sun rose and set behind the mountains in Hanalei; here we can enjoy those matchless tropic sunsets that are a balm to the weary soul.
So mellow have I become that this post feels like enough work for this afternoon, struggling with a dying android tablet to do web editing and photo cropping. You'll have to wait until tomorrow for my deathless prose and spellbinding pix of, yes, The Truly Free Range Chickens of Kauai.
Most of the roosters are downright beautiful:
Since I'm here on vacation and don't need my sleep at any particular hour, they're part of the charm of the place. This morning, Connie and I slept through an hour or so of their morning alarms, until one presumably stationed itself right under our window and gave forth a fulsome cock-crow, with a sound like it was in the bedroom. We both jumped...then cracked up laughing.
Virtually all of the movies about "Hawaii" that don't actually have to show Diamond Head or the fleshpots of Honolulu are filmed in Kauai. It's the one that truly looks like a stereotypical tropical paradise.
Not to mention, starting to think about the great question in today's title. Which is the end of today's post, because I have no answer. At the moment, I'm reading Gladwell's "Blink" which posits that many complex, difficult questions are answered by the unconscious. So I'm going to relax, which is badly needed, and see what turns up.