Craig's List

We're coming to the end of our first month here in windy Waimea. My allergies and asthma have been relentless. Mark and I have been operating on a new system that in a lot ways I really like. Mark is now doing daddy-daycare. I do my work for the Waimea Ocean Film Festival. Some days that means making cold calls to large corporations trying to sell them on the idea of sponsoring our festival. Sometimes I feel like I am shouting from the top of a mountain peak with my voice rushing away on the wind, sometimes echoing back to me. I was "hired" to write and layout a program guide for the festival, but this is a small operation in its first official year so I do lots of things. This week is supposed to be about writing again. Maybe writing this blog piece will get me in the flow. Maybe I am just procrastinating.

Craig's List got us over here to the Big Island. For some reason, Mark hinged the flip of the coin on an email friendship he'd developed with a family on the Big Island. He had answered a Craig's List advertisement for a handyman in the hope of finding a work for rent situation. The funny thing is a month later we have ended up in a work for rent situation that came out of Craig's List, but it's me that's working. To be continued . . . .