All of you, of course are my favourites, for your good wishes for recovery. Eight days later the swelling and bruising is down by a half. The right wrist is the worst in terms of pain, hence the lack of knitting photos, plus the stitches are infected. What are you going to do? The answer to that rhetorical question (remember those from grade 9 English?) is, hopefully stick around for my favourite vacation photos, not necessarily in order.
Favourite vacation photo #1:
The wild chickens of Kauai:
Many theories surround these guys – from escapees during extreme storms to descendants from Captain Cook's time. They greet you on the runway at the airport, follow you into the car rental place and beg popcorn on the beach. I love my birds and chickens and roosters count.
Don't let the chickens hear: they say there's a recipe for them. Place three rocks in a pot, add veggies and dressed chicken. Cook until the rocks are tender, throw out the chicken and enjoy the soup.
Favourite photo #2:
Pearl Harbor – the USS Arizona Memorial:
A sacred and reverent place. Can't describe the feeling.
Favourite photo #3:
The flowers of Hawaii – spectacular, even in a parking lot.
Favourite photo #4
Actually two photos, the Pacific and Atlantic ( you've seen this one before) Oceans, 1250 miles at sea:
Why was expecting them to look totally different?
It takes two and a half days at a relaxing pace to get to 1250 miles at sea, and here, at "the point of no return," two and a half days to get to land. At this point of my life, it's my favourite vacation spot, no matter what the ocean. Does that mean I'm at the point of no return lifewise? I guess we all are.
Not my favourite photo, but a beautiful spot. The scene of the crime:
Taken a minute or two before my fall onto one or two of those lava rocks, which are sharp as broken glass. There is actually a nice little sandy trail between them. Still can't figure out exactly what happened.
A few more to come.
Life's a Stitch 
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