September 5, 2008 I quoted a Cookie fortune left is a cubicle a couple days earlier,
Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
and I elaborated:
After telling a gal on the phone, while looking at my beach calendars, I gotta’ go to Hawaii for the Feast next year, y’all are scaring me regarding airport security. I should toss my paranoia of in the river, afterall, Hawaii is a non-stop domestic flight.
This year, I’m seriously considering going to Hawaii for the Feast of Tabernacles.
I hadn’t flown since 9/11 until flying to Florida last fall. I hadn’t needed to fly really. I would drive for visits to Dallas, or attending the Feast of Tabernacles in Texas. For Florida, I had to. I didn’t have enough paid-time-off leave to drive two days to Florida. Thinking there is no way to get to Florida in time. I realized I could fly, so I flew. It wasn’t so bad. I was just fascinated by watching the clouds and the scenery outside the window. Even though the flight was an hour and a half, I didn’t watch a full episode of Star Trek on each flight. Good thing I didn’t sit by that cute girl a few rows in front of me. She would have been annoyed by me leaning over to look out the window. I took a few pitchers and marveled at the number of ships at sea.
I’ve long been fascinated with the tropics. Many years I’d buy a tropical island calendar. A long decoration fantasy I’ve had for my residence is a three panel poster of a tropical beach; white sand, green palm trees, blue water.
Mr. Richard Aimes encouraged us to stretch outside our comfort zone and mentioned Hawaii. That set in motion a desire and will to attend the Feast of Tabernacles in Hawaii. Now, I’m planning, learning the geography; important since the direct flight to Honolulu I always looked up lands me on the wrong island for the Feast. I assumed the big island. The big island is Hawaii. Honolulu is on Oahu. The the Feast site is on Kauai. The Keck Observatory, by the way, is on Mauna Kea on Hawaii Island.
