The sun peeking through the windows gently pulls me up from a deep sleep. We left the windows open and its cool inside which is why Baxter and Lucy are curled up beside me. The Music of Israel Kamakawiwo'ole (Iz) - "on a white...sandy beach..in Hawaii... - is dancing across my half asleep mind. We went to Kauai in June to celebrate 10 years of marriage and listened to him the whole time. Now, we have our alarm go off playing his CD. Except, this morning the alarm does not go off. With the sounds of Iz blending into whale sounds I think of the DVD we watched last night. Humpback whales, off the coast of Hawaii, gracefully moving their enormous bodies through their playground, the ocean. We watch their hunting strategy, blowing a wall of bubbles, a perfect circle. Trapping the Krill inside they all come up through the middle, the Krill have no chance. Mother and calf swim side by side from Hawaii to Alaska, avoiding the Killer Whales. Dan is touched, I don't know what I look forward to more; seeing whales for the first time or, seeing Dan see whales for the first time.
On the evacuation front, we've had some nibbles on the car and gym equipment, but no takers.