Last night I dreamed that our neighborhood was about to be wiped out by lava. I went down into the basement and the cement was hot. The field at the end of the street was smoking. Civil defense was there, and a very benevolent local official was reassuring us that we would have time to escape. We could stay with friends and eventually move to Seattle. We were sad but glad, at least, that we had another home to go to.
It is very strange to be so close to this disaster and yet for us and our property to be perfectly safe. I am wondering now how the eruption looks from our deck.
On Facebook, I'm seeing a variety of responses to the Puna emergency. I was not surprised at the victim blaming but wish commenters would refrain. The stereotype of Puna residents is that they are bums and old hippies living on welfare. Or people too dumb to realize they should not live down there. But Puna attracts all kinds of people, for various reasons, who, for the most part, get along a lot more amicably than Americans elsewhere. The current emergency is not turning Puna folks against each other. If Puna had had decent Internet services at the time we moved to the Big Island, we would probably have settled down there ourselves. It was that deficiency plus the long driving distances to town that induced us to move to Hilo instead.
We have a few more days in Seattle, which we will enjoy. The weather is not very inviting, but there is lots to do anyway. We went to the local movie theater and saw Gone Girl. I recommend it. I was intrigued enough to read the book it is based on to clear up some plot issues that were not clear to me from the film. The puzzlement goes way beyond he said she said.
And one thing I love is odd little museums, so I was glad to visit the Cranberry Museum in Long Beach , Washington. I bought some cranberry relish for Cousin Susan, who is hosting Thanksgiving in Hilo as usual.
The bogs have been harvested for the season.
Cranberry-themed merch at the museum.
That's my pal Debby and me.
We go way back, to the dear old days at Portland State University in the 80's. She was an office manager and I but a lowly student. She ran the English Department with such efficiency that the professors took it (and her) for granted. When she retired it required quite a lot of adjustment on their part.
Now Debby turns her talents to various kinds of community projects , such as organizing a music festival, sorting out the historical archives of the local museum, the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum, and so on. Not to mention making a showplace out of her house and guest cottage! She is a native Oregonian and one of those essential people who do so much for their communities. She is one of my favorite people!