I finished reading The Girl Who Played with Fire last night, and now I'm quite desperate to move on to The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. (I never thought about it, but shouldn't that be "Hornets' Nest"? I mean, I'm sure more than one hornet lived in that nest, as hornets are not generally solitary creatures. But perhaps the *metaphorical* "Hornet's Nest" in the book is singular, since it *does* actually revolve around one person. But many people are involved. Are they not hornets, too? Is it not also their nest? Hmmmm.)
ANYWAY, I finished the book last night and moved onto The Wrong Mother (by Sophie Hannah), but I only read 20 pages or so before I decided, "Man, this book is unpleasant! Every character is hatin' on everybody! Bitch bitch bitch, whine whine whine, poor me, everyone else sucks, etc." So I decided I don't feel like reading it, especially not while on vacation! What a downer! So instead I picked up Kasey to the Rescue, an inspirational non-fiction book about a paralyzed guy who got a helper monkey. It's kinda cheesy, but I love stories about heroic animals.
In the late afternoon, Gary took us to a very isolated beach on the south shore, not terribly far from Poipu, called Maha'ulepu Beach. It's down this looooong dirt road, some of which is lumpy bumpy bumpy with constant ginormous potholes, and it's a gorgeous beach with very few people. (There were maybe a dozen other people when we were there.) Shannon swam for quite a while, and he was pretty much alone out there, only accompanied by two kids playing on boogie boards right at the shore. It was fun to watch Shannon swimming out there. He frequently dove, his legs flying out to stick straight out of the water up to his knees. He looked totally relaxed and blissful. I sat on the shore with Gary and we chatted. I took some pictures, which I will post when we get home.
After Maha'ulepu, we drove back down the very bumpy dirt road to go back to Poipu, where we met Mary (she works in a clothing store there) and we all went to dinner at Keoki's Paradise. I had swordfish.
When we got home, Shannon and his dad watched some more of the original "Star Trek" series, and I joined them for 10 minutes or so. I've never seen an entire episode of the original "Star Trek," though I've seen clips. I thought Spock was wearing a whole lotta eye-shadow; the women's skirts were rather shockingly short; the women's wigs were rather extravagant; and that Leonard Nimoy guy looks a lot like Zachary Quinto! Ha. Oh, and Sulu was running around shirtless and sweaty, waving a fencing sword around while grinning like a maniac. It rocked! But I got bored after a while and wandered away to ... guess! Sleep!
I'm not sure what's going on tomorrow, except that Shannon and Gary will be going back over to the Maka House to do more work, and in the evening Gary and Mary's bible study group will be meeting here. (Shannon and I will hide downstairs while all the Christianity goes on.)
As in previous years, it's kinda weird being so isolated up in this house. There isn't really anywhere close enough to walk to. Like, if I decide, "I want a Snickers bar!" Well, the nearest place that sells Snickers bars is about 3 miles down the mountain (along a *very* pedestrian-unfriendly, narrow, winding road -- which is nonetheless gorgeous with greenery) in Lawai. I can't just venture out on my own and go places. (Strange and unexpected idea: Perhaps I could learn to drive before next year's visit? Then I could borrow or rent a car and go anywhere I wanted! I could have Snickers all day long! But I've gone 40 years without learning to drive, and we don't own a car, so it'll be hard to motivate myself just for the convenience of one week a year.)