Well, only really two so far, but it’s still pretty damn wet. It’s not bucketing down like it was yesterday, but it’s still raining pretty good.
An early morning, okay 9:30 trip to Savers, the Hawaiian version of Value Village, for senior discount day replaced the Saturday garage sales since it was way too sleepy Saturday morning to go out garage saling.
Some remarkably tacky ticky tacky conveniently close to the Lion Coffee outlet netted me a new $3.00 tablecloth and a Robert Asprin book that I hadn’t read yet. Photos of the ticky tacky are on my phone, but Andrew is currently wound up about calling Peppino’s to order some pizza so it’s unlikely I’ll be able to convince him to figure out how to pull those photos off of that card before I want to post this.
Andrew and David (who is currently hanging in Las Vegas waiting to fly out tomorrow morning) made out a lot better since Joan and I went and purchased something like 10 pounds of coffee.
We came home for a wee lunch and to join the males of the party, most of whom had firmly and frequently declined to join us at Savers. Can’t really say as I blame them too much. 🙄

Andrew, Meg and I decided on a trip to Ho’omaluhia. With much debate and about half a gallon of bug spray, the three of us were joined by Caitlin and Lucy. We lost Meg when we met up with her new squeeze, Judd, and it started to rain. Judd and Meg decided that there were far better things for them to do than to wander around in the rain so the four of us soldiered on.
It wasn’t really raining when we got out of the car and started walking down to the lake. But it started to sprinkle. Then it started to spit. Then it started to drench.
And the four of us, accompanied by a box of stale Triscuits, and a bag of stale sesame rice chips, squedged down to feed the ducks. I don’t know that Caitlin and Lucy had ever fed ducks before so we had a good deal of fun. I was feeding coots straight from my hand and Caitlin was convinced that they were going to bite me.

Suffice to say that the ducks, geese (or goose as the case may be), and coots all enjoyed the stale gunk a heck of a lot more than humans would have.
And none of us got chomped my mosquitoes until we got back to the car.