Crazy enough to pick up roots and move to Lihi'i, but no so crazy as to go anywhere else.
Crazy Anne Character Sketch
ANNE: was married for something like 150-years. It was a good
marriage, a solid marriage, and a happy marriage. And Anne
grieved her husband terrible when he finally passed away. Her
grief was so terrible, in fact, that when she finally recovered enough
to get on with here life, she realized the only friend she had left in
the whole wide world was her cat, Fluffy. Now, Fluffy is a fine
cat and I'm knocking him in the least. But pretty soon Anne
realized she was going to need a little more in her life that just a
cat or she might as well be dead. So without further ado, ole
Anne pulled up her roots and moved to Lihi’i -- a place she remembered
fondly from her youth, having gotten married here and all.
Of course after the move, Fluffy was still Anne's best friend, but
since he’s a gregarious sort of fellow and happy to share his food
(provided there's plenty of it to go around), all of the mongooses on
the island introduced themselves to him one by one.
And that pretty much brings us up to date. The only tragic part
of the tale being that Anne is a vegetarian... and neither a cat’s nor
a mongoose’s digestive track is designed to deal with toffee, peanut
brittle, cantaloupe, or celery.
It smell! Bad. Real bad. Like cross the street to get away from it bad. But that still no do no good. I tink maybe it the worst thing I ever smell.
STORY: Leading to a story about no one taking a bath on the
island for weeks on end do to the infamous Dry Spell when the 3 o'clock rains stopped. Other possible story tie-ins include The De-Da Story
in which I do believe Dada contracted to take out the trash, but as we
all know, Dada never finishes anything he starts. (So, he might
as well been the one who wrote My Hawaii.)
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COMMENTARY: The truth is, I've already added a fair bit to the
story notes (and omitted some points altogether). So, maybe I
should just take a step back and list Cliff's story notes out word for
word as they appear in this section:
Dry Spell - 3 oclock rain stops,
mixed with Yard No Work and Smoke Signals
& De-Da story (Army Or College)
Dry Spell
is a story that is mentioned elsewhere -- the rains stop. And as
follows is an outline for how might write said story -- based upon
what notes Cliff's left and wild speculation on my part for the
remainder.
The rains stop -- as in, 'And then the rains, stopped!' After a heavy storm, no doubt.
Everyone
was happy for a while, appreciated the break, but after a few days, you
couldn't help but notice the absence of the daily rains.. (It stink, no bath, path no
washed clean, etc.)
And Cliff has to investigate this turn of events, which isn't suprising as Cliff has
to investigate everything. I can almost here Kimo
saying, 'What? Now you no work either? First rain stop, now
you say it no your business, no want to find out why, say it the
Me'tero'logical guy's job, and you no gettee involved? Fine, I go
on strike, too. Been working too hard as it is.'
And
before you know it, everyone on the island is on strike.
(Seems to happen a lot. Any excuse for a strike is good
enough for me.)
The
afternoon rain has a name as everything has a name, but as I can't find
it at the moment and don't even know if Cliff wrote it down anywhere, I'm going to use Hi'lino as a place holder.
Turns out Hi'lino is having a dispute with Zephyr, who 'blows too hard, always pushing me around.'
Not keen on criticism (and knowing where he's not wanted) Zephyr decides to take a break -- go on vacation as it were.
And from there, it's a wild goose chase to find where Zephyr has gone.
And there's probably another side adventure in there somewhere (or a callback to any or all of the other stories mentioned).
Yard No Work pertains to Dada unsuccessful business ventures, garbage collection being the pertinent one, here.
Smoke Signals having to do with certain herbs of the smokable variety, so perhaps that's how everyone got lazy.
In
the meantime, everyone's hot, the garbage goes uncollected, and to make
matters worse, someone (Cool Ridge, Cliff's boss, perhaps) is coming
for a visit in a few days to check things out.
Anyway, Cliff searches high.
Cliff searches low.
And
in the end, sweating, dying from the heat, Cliff decides to take a
break, head over to The Grand Hotel for a tall cool one, and one who would
be there? But everyone crowding around Zephyr as if he were one of those small air conditioning fans.
"Oh, this gentle, this nice. This the way I like it."
And Zephyr feels appreciated.
And
even Hi'lino has to agree that the cool breeze feels nice.
(I think she may have been in the vicinity, playing with the
children, in the falls.)
So,
the next day it's all back to normal, which on Lihi'i means some other
disaster awaits, you know, like Cool Ridge showing up for a visit.
Of course, if we're placing things in order (fat chance that), this would come
after some high winds, tropical storm story.
Or
perhaps even better, having saved it up for a week, both Zephyr and
Hi'lino cut loose with another storm. So maybe rather than Dry
Spell, we should have called it Eye of the Storm.
And
there you have it. The plot and the
feel, if not the complete story. It could stand to
be fleshed out a little more. But if you look
back and recall the memory of the yarn in a week or few
days, you might find that it's even better than if it had been
fully fleshed out. For in the margins, the mind will
create. And as we all know, creation is a beautiful thing -- even
more
so, in the eyes of the beholder.