Yesterday was adventure filled, at least from the perspective of those with a very low adventure threshold. We went to the library, got books and movies, and my favorite librarian was there, but I missed her. Marcus said that she had been working behind some shelves. The crabby librarian was there too, of course, and I was gratified to hear someone else say, “That librarian sure is a crab,” thus lessening my feelings of mean spiritedness – just knowing that the feeling was universal. All this means, of course, that I will have to go again to see my favorite.Then we drove to Auntie Lori’s house, deep in a coffee jungle. She gave us fruit, spinach, and herbs for our dinner, and her husband showed us his cast iron pan collection. We toured her garden, her pet cemetery, admired her chickens, while Mark picked us some bananas. Here Mark, Kekoa, and Pauline are headed for the banana plantation, where he wielded his pole saw to get the bananas from high in their tree. Here also are some coffee beans in their natural habitat. I tried to take pictures of the elusive chickens, and failed, so Lori sent me some that she took when they assembled for t
heir dinner.
