Hawaii Deals

The headline of an article in USA TODAY read “Don’t let volcanoes or other irrational fears, ruin your summer vacation”.

I have never felt a draw to Hawaii, for several reasons. First, it is a heck of a long way to go. I do not love flying. I will do it when necessary, but I rarely choose it. Second, I am not a tropical vacationer. I despise humidity. I will not even apologize for the use of that strong word. I truly despise humidity. 

The last two days here in my city have been pure heaven; 75 degrees, sunny, clear, cool. Perfection. My son, Christopher tells me that if I love this weather, I should live in San Diego. My husband tells me if I love this weather I should live in Phoenix, in the winter. Well, I am fortunately or unfortunately in Cincinnati, so I will simply relish these lovely days when they make their appearances.

Hawaii’s Big Island is open for tourism, according to residents and officials. While it is true that Kilauea has consumed more than 50 homes in the Leilani Estates subdivision and thousands of residents have evacuated the area, allegedly the fireworks show is happening far away from the touristy hotspots (no pun intended).

Bill Baker, a marketing manager for a minor league baseball team in Geneva, Illinois, has plans to visit the Big Island with his family in mid-June. He has rented a home near Kona and continually monitors the U.S. Geological Survey reports. He states that he has “never had a single moment of hesitation” about going.

“Mauna Loa stands between us and the activity and about 80 miles separates us from anything serious”, Baker went on to say. Sounds to me like he is trying to convince himself, but whatever. 

According to Ben Edwards, a volcano expert and professor of Earth sciences at Dickinson College, for now, the only visitors who should rethink their plans are those with respiratory problems. “They need to keep track of sulfur dioxide levels around the island in case there are days where the air quality diminishes” he says. Well, that sounds like a hoot, wearing a gas mask to the beach.

The only people who should be panicking at this time are those in the Hawaiian tourism industry. There are reports of widespread cancellations from people seeing images of a mountainside aglow with hot lava. Talk about a vacation to remember. 

The article went on to state that perhaps it is an opportune time to book that trip to Hawaii, as the deals are good and likely to get better. 

Tempting. But I think I’ll stick around the midwest for now. We don’t have too many volcano eruptions. However, Ohio is considered to be in the New Madrid Fault zone. 

I’ll take my chances. 

An Emotional Night

It is 2:05 a.m. on April 10. However, I have not yet been to sleep so this “counts” as my April 9th blog post.

Mondays are my day to be with Mama. Her wonderful day caregiver, Sherry, stays with Mama till I or one of my siblings arrives at 4:00 p.m. to make dinner with Mama, spend the evening and then stay overnight till dear Sherry arrives again at 9:00 a.m.

I usually spend the night at Mama’s house because it is easier for her. We make dinner together, often it is one of our traditional growing-up favorites – salmon patties, macaroni and cheese, peas and cinnamon applesauce. We then clean up the kitchen and settle into coloring or catching The Waltons on TV or singing songs from her church hymnal or just sitting in front of her fire. Then, always, a snack before bed. Mama’s choice is usually ice-cream.

Today I had run errands in the afternoon and ended up a bit tied up on my last one. I did not have time to run by home first to pack an overnight bag or drop the groceries I had picked up.

I got to Mama’s house and asked her if it would be okay if I took her to my house for the night. She was reluctant to get out in the cold and always prefers her own home, which is understandable. We gathered up a few of her things, locked her house up tight and made the 12 minute drive to my house.

We had a normal evening, though Mama seemed extra tired. About 8:45 I suggested we have our nightly snack and head to bed. Mama had been cold all evening so had been sitting on my sofa with a blanket wrapped around her legs. I asked if she wanted ice cream or hot chocolate. She chose the hot chocolate.

After getting Mama into her nice warm jammies she headed toward the bathroom before getting into bed. As she moved toward the door, she was unsteady and began to crumple. I called out to her and in three steps was at her side. She fell into my arms and I yelled down to my (doctor) husband for help. He came immediately, saw the situation and called 911. For what seemed like an hour was actually four or five minutes of Mama lying in my arms, making gurgling sounds, eyes open but not seeing. I called to her but she was not there. I held her and promised I would not leave her. My husband kept checking her pulse, it was very weak.

The life squad arrived and took Mama to the closest hospital. We followed in the car. All tests thus far have proven to be completely normal. Mama is in exceptionally good health for a woman one month shy of turning 90.

My husband had been telling me that, though Mama is healthy, at her age, anything can happen. Since I have only known her healthy, I guess I couldn’t completely comprehend that. Until tonight.

I thought I had lost Mama. I did not want her to die in my arms with those frightened, empty eyes looking but not seeing.

And now this. This sweet photo of one of the truly dedicated, loving nurses who helped take care of Mama. This is Melissa. She got Mama all tucked in for the night, er….for the morning, I should say.

I am in Mama’s lovely room just about to surrender to sleep on a comfy couch. Melissa brought me soft socks, a pillow and two warm blankets.

I will sleep for a short night. But I will keep one eye open and watch Mama’s chest gently lower and rise as she lives another day or week or year or ten. All I know for sure is that she has come back to me, at least for a while.

Serious Sunday

I trust no one who claims to have no fears. Caught off guard and unguarded in a late night conversation, even the most self-assured, staunchest stalwart confesses to anxiety. The equalizing point is the uncertainty and fear of the unknown.

This is when we claim and cling to what can be known. There is a God who loves us. There is a power in this truth that lifts and guides us. We usually shelve and store away Jesus’ words to take no thought for tomorrow because God lives there and will care for us.

The truly brave are those who understand that fear of the unknown is 100% normal and that we are indeed vulnerable to danger. However, those courageous ones also know that we can sleep at night and have a sense of peace when we let God be God.

Beautiful things happen when we live in the oxymoronic freedom of vulnerability.

I am a 60 year-old woman (allegedly). I am supposed to be boisterous and fearless and “world-wise”. But it seems that as I age I become more aware of my lack of knowledge in certain areas, but also my desire to learn. I want my fear to be the notion that I am in full control and have arrived.

The state of being in the freedom of vulnerability is a great state in which to be. Ohio is not too bad, either