After three years of not much rain comparatively, the rains are now back to normal. Average rainfall here is 125 inches a year, making Hilo the rainiest city in the world. As a result the telephone lines I depend on for my dialup internet connection get water in them, and my computer can’t detect a dial-tone, although the telephone works. I haven’t been able to get online since early yesterday morning. Today, I’ll go into town and use wifi.
Another satellite internet provider came to my home Saturday. He also said there are too many tall trees to be able to get a clear signal. Again, my only option for high speed is dashed. Oh well, that’s the price for jungle living. I don’t think I’m missing much.
Meanwhile, I can light a fire in the wood-stove and work on my memoirs, which is now my main writing project. I”m reading a couple of memoir writing books as I prepare to revise and complete the manuscript I’ve been working on for over twenty-five years. This should keep me busy for a while. Aloha.
