Suddenly, I awoke, tortured because of that blasted mosquito bite on the front of my ankle that had been troubling me for the last two days. The driveway party on Friday night was fun, but one nasty bugger got me and it has been driving me crazy ever since.
The heck with Maggie, I shoved her off the bed and she landed with a thump on the floor. I made my way to the bathroom and tried to be quiet so as not to waken the sleeping giant on the other side of my bed. I turned on the light and squinted into the cabinet looking for the anti-itch cream that hadn't been working, but was my only hope for sleep. Having applied way too much of it to slide back under the sheets, I made my way to my laptop in the other room, checking the clock glowing in the kitchen on my way. 2:42. Hmmm.
I played a couple of games on line to take my mind off of the persistent itching, giving in to scratching a couple of times. Now, fully awake my mind started wandering. I had time to write a blog post, I thought. Sometimes I do my best thinking at 3 AM. But not always. Instead, I started to do some Google searches. I had been told earlier in the day that the little lizards I have been calling geckos were actually called anoles (Rhymes with cannolis.) so I Googled them.
|This is an anole.|
|This is a Florida House Gecko. They both eat mosquitoes.|
But reading about these lizards that often end up in our lanais, made me start wondering about the word 'lanai'. This is how my brain works lately. Hopping from one thing to another, usually there is some logic to how I get from one topic to the next, but not always. Last night there was a logical leap. But there I go, leaping again. Back to the lanai. Ed likes to say it's a porch until you hit the Florida border and then it's called a lanai. It sounds normal to me now, but my son thinks it's quite strange when I refer to it that way.
|Maggie on our lanai.|
When I was 15 my grandmother took me to Hawaii. That was the first time I ever heard the word Lanai. Lana'i is one of the islands we hopped to over a 10 day excursion, that didn't include going to the beach at all, except when the tour bus stopped there.
|My grandmother and I get ready to leave on the plane. My little sister Becky there to see us off. Everyone dressed this way to travel back then. Gram even wore gloves! And we wore corsages!|
On nearby Maui, legend has it, there lived a king named Kaka'alaneo. His son, Kaulua'au was a wild teenager and was pulling up all the breadfruit trees on the island.
James Drummond Dole from Jamaica Plains, Massachusetts who moved to Hawaii in 1899 to start farming after studying agriculture at Harvard. His cousin Sanford Dole was the governor of Hawaii at the time. He decided to grow pineapples after experimenting with various native fruits.
All I know for sure is that if the anoles had been doing their job at the driveway party or had it been a lanai party instead last Friday night, that mosquito would never have bitten my ankle, I would never have been up in the middle of the night trying to ignore the never-ending itching by Googling anoles and lanais and you wouldn't be reading this blog!
Have a great day everyone! I am going to take a nap.