This is a past post that a few of you will have read already. But those who are new to this blog will enjoy it if you like to look at breathtaking golf courses. I enjoy this view once a year and it never ceases to leave me breathless.
As a volunteer for a local hospital, I make dolls for sick and abused children. Once a year the hospital gives a reception for all it’s volunteers at the Oahu Country Club Golf Course.
I remember the first time I attended this event. First of all this golf course is in Nuuanu Valley surrounded by mountains. (Like duh, it has to be or it wouldn’t be a valley) It usually has clouds hanging over the cliffs and it rains, a lot. This area is quite beautiful in and of itself but I was in no way prepared for the site as I drove into the Country Club.
I was speechless and then I cussed at myself because I had no camera. Then I was mad, not because I had no camera but because a place with such beauty was set aside for the wealthy. I thought of all the land that the Hawaiians had lost and how it seemed that the foreigners had set aside the best, such as this valley, for themselves.
Once inside and enjoying conversation with interesting people I let myself relax. I used to hike many of the mountains here on Oahu. Believe me there are some breathtaking trails here still to be hiked. I had to admit to myself that the beauty of this golf course was the greens leading into the mountains.
There was a lot of work and money put into this site and probably without that landscaping it would be much like the trails I’ve hiked. It is this landscape that makes it what it is. So I enjoyed my lunch and just took in the view.
Then I thought, so what if the green fees are high and there is a membership fee as big as a mortgage, I’m sitting here enjoying a wonderful meal, good conversation and the glorious site of this valley. For Free! And besides, I don’t golf. So let me eat cake!
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I promised Nico that I would take him to the beach. So we left Kunia and headed for Haleiwa on the North shore. The traffic was bad and I could not pull over to take photos so I just stuck my camera in the window as I drove along and snapped. This is us heading into Haleiwa town.
Nico kept watch on the weather out his side of the window on the right of the car. “Grandma it’s not raining on my side, it’s only raining on yours” he said with hopes that it would be clear when we arrived at the beach.
We passed the Golden arches of McDonald’s which was arch-less due to the towns prohibiting them from putting it up so that the fast food joint would not look out of style with the town. That was the only way they would allow the restaurant to open.
Then we arrived at the beach. The sun was shining above so Nico and I made it down to the Sand. I did not take my camera down there so use your imagination. I did not want to take the chance that I would get sand in it.
Now Nico was only to walk and collect shells on the beach so I did not bring him a change of cloths and towel. But he begged to just put his feet in the water. My reason for not wanting to take him into the water was, 10 years ago with my son;s boy, Alex we went to the beach when he was just a year old. The water was calm while we let the waves role up and lap around our feet. A rouge wave came up and I had no option but to life Alex up and while in my arms turn my back on the wave so as to not let it hit him in the face. It lifted us both up as I held on to him and just dropped us flat on my rear end. I’ve had a messed up back since then.
I am so afraid of it happening to me with Nico I just won’t take him in. I have to go to a beach where there is no wave action. But this beach does have waves. Well anyway. Nico decide to just jump in the air while we are wading and lands flat into the water and is now all wet.
So I had to let him play in the san in hopes that the sun would dry him off so we could go home. As luck would have it the cloud from my side of the car caught up with us and it rained.
Trudging up the beach with a very unhappy Nico, we headed for the car.
I took one last photo of the boat harbor before the clouds burst and off we went
And this was one of the houses on the raod. The only thing that would make Nico happy was to know that he was going to get a treat. I took him to Zippy’ in Wahiawa, bought him a cream puff and lunch. Of course Lunch was to be eaten first . This was implemented after much arguing.
And here is Nico in the restaurant happily waiting for his macaroni and Cheese while he colored. Thank goodness it rained on both sides of the car on the way home or I would have had him arguing to get back to the beach again.
I wanted to share my favorite wool supplier with you. This is a wonderful little story and I know that my readers will enjoy it too. And if you knit take a gander at this site.
Welcome to our end of the rainbow!
Our lives revolve around a sweet group of sheep that run our farm. We are a small, family owned animal friendly farm sanctuary (we like the term retirement villa!) located in the rolling hills of southern Wisconsin.
The sheep, llamas and alpacas find their way here from a variety of situations including rescue efforts, special need animals, retirement needs or as a result of changing family situations that force people to re-home a fiber family member. We offer our critter family a safe place to live out their lives- romping on pastures with LOTS of treats and hugs to keep them happy.
Our sheep are never eaten, sold, traded, given away or allowed to have lambs (unless they arrive pregnant of course!). If we bred our sheep, I would never part with even one so our farm would see a major population explosion- which would not be a good thing overall! Don’t get me wrong, I do love my lamb babies, but can wait til a little bottle lamb needs me to get my ‘fix’. ;0)
The only ‘rule’ we have for the sheep is to be happy- AND provide us with their wonderful fleeces to share with their fan club peeps. The sheep offer washed, unwashed and dyed locks/fiber; dyed and undyed roving; handspun yarn and our own Crazy Quilt batts.
We send roving locally to Argyle Fiber Mill for carding into clouds and roving; and to Morro Fleece Works in California to be carded into pindrafted and loose roving. No harsh chemicals are used while processing our fiber, at home or the mills. (except of course the dye powders- someday we will use natural plant dyes….)
We also specialize in handspun yarn of all types-from lace weight all the way to our signature Crazy Quilt yarn that is bulky, full of lashes and just plain fun! I spin them all here on a variety of spinning wheels. I love creating yarn that is one of a kind, one skein or enough for a large project- you name it!
We love our animals beyond words. We hope you will find our pricing structure very fair and our products are of the best sheepy quality!! We are not in this for the money, but rather to find a way to keep our farm in business so that we may continue to provide shelter for the many animals who may otherwise not have a chance to live out the remainder of their lives in peace. For more information about us please visit our ‘meet the sheep’ or FAQ pages.
I could go on and on (and do tend to when it comes to the sheep and job I love and am so lucky to have) but hope you have a sense of what we offer here, both to the sheep and you as their fiber and yarn fans. Hope to see you soon…… where sheep may safely graze….
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This is from my Old Holo Holo blog with an update.
What does it say about a society that puts beer in front of the dairy case? At the local Times Market there is a huge display of beer in a semicircle with a large open area in front of it so that you can get to the beer without any obstruction. This display fronts the dairy case where I have to wait if someone is trying to get milk because there is not enough space for two shopping carts.
It just plain irks me. I can see where the store’s priority lies and it certainly isn’t with the consumer. The beer obviously brings in more money and people who want to get milk for their families must be on the low rung of the ladder. Though I’ve mentioned this to the store manager it makes no difference. (See remarks at end of article)
We the consumer are no longer the ones who “are always right.” We the consumer can take it or leave it is becoming the attitude of Wal-Marts who are putting people out of business by selling inferior products. Big bookstores with masses of disorganization leaving the consumer to hunt and peck through their messes are fast becoming the norm. Department stores who only have people who take your cash (and don’t know how to count it back,) but can no longer assist you in the dressing room proliferate.
Even going to the vet can empty out your life savings as they give dogs unneeded shots, blood test, x-rays, over night stays where there is no one in attendance making the pet owner think that their pet is being attended too when you could have taken the pet home and saved yourself a couple a hundred dollars.
All these things these merchants and providers do in the name of “caring about YOU! Ha! What a crock. So what is it that these money grabbing, capitalistic, greedy merchants trying to tell us?
Nothing! They don’t need to make excuses for themselves because we keep consuming, we don’t speak up, and we accept inferior service. We have become so complacent that we will even accept a full body scan at the airport even though it strips us of our dignity, privacy, and humanity. We don’t question anything anymore, we just say the strip search via the scanner is “for our safety.” “The inferior quality and service we get from merchants saves us money.” The vaccines that have killed, maimed and made many sick are for our health.
We have lost the power to make a statement. We no longer matter. We are all prisoners of our own lack of action. If we don’t take back the power to speak up then maybe we need to drink up, because we are all going down.
UPDATE: I was in my local Times Market the other day and noticed that the beer had been moved and the isle widened in front of the milk case. I doubt it was due to my blog but how ever it was done, it is nice to be back in the market again and not the liquor store. Cheers to you Times Supper Market.
I am also encouraged with the number of people who are finely starting to fight back concerning the body scanners. Now if we could just unite and not fly for a day or two to really make a point. It’s time we fight back.