This morning I was supposed to wake up in the city that doesn't sleep nights. Manhattan. We've had tickets since last June but canceled earlier in the week.
Instead we got in the car for an island road trip to the North Shore of Kauai. It's been a relaxing four days near Hanalei at an oceanfront condo. Not too bad considering there's only so far you can drive on an island. We're 90 minutes from home but it feels far away.
My partner's Aunt (who raised him) is living with us now under Hospice care. As long as she's alive we can't go far from home. Even though NYC didn't work out, we needed a break from the last two months of caregiving duties.
I brought a book with me (of course) that looked like an easy beach read. How wrong I was. It's The Brontes Went To Woolworths by Rachel Ferguson. If any of you have finished the book I'd love to know if (and how) you made it through. I'm starting over for the third time.
The problem is that the characters are having conversations with people they never met or inanimate objects like dolls. It would be like me writing about daily chats with Hugh Jackman even though we've never met.
(Photo: Hideaways Beach directly below our condo with "Bali Hai" from South Pacific in the distance).
