The livin’ is easy. Really, really easy

Woke up at 6:30 this morning, which sure makes for a long day of doing nothing, and doing it very well.

Lunch at the Hula Grill again–today I had the Flatbread BLT, which is a minor misnomer since they use spinach instead of lettuce–but who ever heard of a BST sandwich?  We dawdled as long as possible so we could enjoy the music–just one guy and his guitar, crooning the hits of the 70’s and 80’s.

Notice the big gap from getting up until lunch–we brilliantly filled over five hours with nothingness.  I read my email and blogs and newsgroups, then just sat here and edited the photos from the wedding on Saturday.  I’ve started with over 600 pictures, and I’m down to about 275, headed for 250 or so.  Then each one has to be checked, cropped, adjusted and photoshopped. There is an inverse relation between how good a photographer you are and how much photoshop you need; I need lots.  But I’m learning and getting better and it’s fun.

After the luncheon dawdle, a nap broke out.  Must be the result of so much hard lollygagging.  Then Gail and I went into “downtown” Lahaina and walked around. They have a considerable number of exceptionally large art galleries, with art ranging from Picasso, Chagall and Miró through Red Skelton clowns, Anthony Quinn sculptures and Antony Hopkins scary garish oils, with plenty of loud/strange/cheap/derivative work in between.  The sales people are the most aggressive and hard sell I’ve ever met in a gallery, especially the guy who wanted to make sure I was aware that Joan Miró was a great artist, not a kid scrawling on the page.  Fortunately, I passed the test.

Driving back to the condo, I wandered up the hill away from the beach.  In much of the world, the further up the hill you go the bigger and richer the houses are.  Not here.  At the top of the road was the high school.  Below that, there were houses and apartments which seemed to be just crammed with people–I have never seen so many cars parked on one street in my life.  Dozens of kidlings were  playing in the street, fecundity being a hallmark of those lower on the socio-economic scale.  We haven’t figured out where the rich folks live, but it sure isn’t at the top of the hill.

The Westin hotel next door was having some kind of large outdoor show/luau this evening, and we could hear it clearly and see it, poorly, from our balcony so we enjoyed that for 45 minutes before we went out to eat.  When I was a kid I didn’t much care for Hawaiian music, but it seems to have grown on me and the concert was delightful. (No thanks for this change in my appreciation goes to Don Ho, whose show we saw in Honolulu 8 or 9 years ago.  He was drunk, obnoxious and unpleasant, and we left at intermission.  I’m much more a fan of the late Israel Kamakawiwo’ole {no, I can’t pronounce it} and his beautiful, clear tenor)

Dinner was at Gerards, a tres chic establishment in Lahaina.  I started with cold cucumber soup, garnished with tomato/mint sorbet.  It takes some kind of twisted mind to put these things together, but they sure tasted great.  My entree was the lamb daube, which is  a lamb stew served over pasta.  Mother never made stew like this.

We all enjoyed our meal greatly–Gerards is serious fine dining, with service, and prices, to match.  That bottle of Rombauer Chardonnay which will set you back $36 in California was $82 on the menu tonight.  Gail and Brad said it was wonderful, as it jolly well should be.

Tomorrow I think we’re going to drive around the southern part of the island.  I better get to bed–that sounds much more energetic than today was, and I’ll need my rest.

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