It was raining in Kaaawa just before 6 a.m.
At about 7, the sun started blazing through the drizzle.
By 7:30, it’s damp and steamy.
In another twelve hours or so, Flossie–by then likely a tropical depression–will likely be approaching, bringing strong wind and potentially heavy rain along our windward coast.
By that time, we plan on being safely hunkered down at home with the seven cats.
In the meantime, though, how about a few Kaaawa dogs!
This is Mr. Murphy, one of the complicated dog personalities. He fusses. Sometimes he whines. Sometimes he won’t take a biscuit because he’s more worried about whether Bella gets one. Every once in a while he has to assert his dominance with some growling and nipping at her back feet. Other times he is perfectly mellow. We just go with the flow.
I worry about the rain, as the low parts of Kaaawa are prone to flooding, although we’re up the hill and well out of the flood zone. I also worry about thunder storms, since I image dogs react like our cats do when the thunder rolls…they are not happy.
Now without further delay…
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It is damp. It is steamy! Ian Lind has an almost Al Jazeera flaming logo sign lurking at the upper right of this page (where it says fourth-blog-Rank-in-Hawaii). The Kaaawa dogs are alert, they know how to listen, to be alert and are ready for the worst.
This is now. In 1982 I was at a post-sundown point in time (a day or so before Thanksgiving, it was 6:30 pm and all the lights on Oahu instantly had gone black, for virtually everybody).
So, I was out out dodging coconuts, tripping over errant palm fronds, buffeting potentially pre-category one lethal gusts, threats galore, as high flux hurricane winds were descending in that late November, 1982, outset of Hurricane Iwa as its whippinig forces were battering Iolani Place grounds and I was afoot heading left on Richards Street and pumping west, like Johnny Depp as Tonto, onto South King heading for the Advertiser building in a personal jounalistically overwhelming concern about the somewhtat lame and even somewhat lousy early (about 6:45 pm) output I was hearing from the (son to be) esteemed KGU radio studios in the pouring rain right then. Radio needs help, I was thinking.
By the time I passed security and stomped into the KGU businesss office and singlehandedly – with the GM Brian Loughrin – gripped control for 3 hours on into the night of two of the four dark dark but live KGU incoming business office lines. The GM picked up all the -76 and -77 business office lines, and I took the -78 and 79 lines.
Doug Carlson, the profoundly prepared and positioned public relations officer for Hawaiiian Electric had the studio audience in the other dimly lit broadcast sudio and its life-changing huge proportion of listeners totally in Radio Gaga-ed and Radio Googoo-ed clover.
Al Jazeera – it doesn´t get any better than than mastering disaster.
Keep those AAA radio batteries at the ready; its early.
Garfield! I enjoyed your recollections of another stormy day, but “Advertiser building”? Hmph! That was the News Building, good sir. 🙂
Fun recollection, Garfield. I and others more concerned about “fear promotion” over “give me the facts, and only the facts” from the likes of the “Severe Weather Channel” so called even here in mostly balmy paradise. Who is pulling the programming strings? Even folks on mainland were given scary forecasts. We needed this rain; did anyone there in media land even consider that a news worthy slant? The reporting scene was over the top dire. Disgusted with the whole state of mainstream media and the sheeple who watch/listen to this “programming” of fear.