Our container arrived, and all of its contents have been lugged into the house. Ben's car made it to Hilo, where he picked it up along with some malasadas (Portuguese doughnuts) for me. Now all we have to do is unpack dozens of boxes, stop kicking ourselves for paying to have our crap shipped 5000 miles, and enjoy the accoutrements of modern living! (dancing gorillas, Target photo frames, and secondhand books.)
Ben started his job yesterday. He is working at our equivalent of the Alibi. Translated to Hawaii, that means it comes out every two weeks, is considered radically leftist (it does give a regular column to a pothead who wants to legalize it and runs for every public office there is), and instead of pages of kinky personals, will have a full-page ad placed by a very lonely man in its next issue.
Ben will be editing, writing occasional articles (he already has an assignment this week), and doing other stuff that I don't know about because I am so absorbed in my horrible job.
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