The cottage is so awesome, it has an iMac in it. Apparently, though, no one wants to upgrade this machine, and IE can't handle CSS, so I can't twitter. Nor can I edit previous posts through blogger. 'Tis weird.

So my cottage has an amazing view, lots of chickens, 2 bedrooms, a huge kitchen, nice dining area, a cowhide rug in the living room, high ceilings with big fans, french doors out to the back, a row of cowboy boots in the hallway, a lovely bathroom, and the aforementioned 8-legged buggy.

Also, I found out after I got back tonight, all the neighbors have dogs. And these dogs are practicing their choral selections for the next Howl Night competition. One starts, and then everyone else joins in. Way fun. I hope they perform with the roosters in the a.m. I'd hate to oversleep or anything :)

I have already gone shopping for a dress for tomorrow, finding the perfect one ... if only they had it in my size! Then I picked up some super local food called a "Subway sandwich, bag of Fritos and a Coke" and headed out to a beach, where I sat on the pier and watched the sun go down and a couple of crabs race out of their holes to get ... something food related, I'm sure ... and then race back in. I know how they feel. Then I drove and drove and drove, seeing a sunset on one side, and a rainbow on the other, and hints of the grandeur of the Waimea Canyon (any more than that and I would have become part of the scenery, knowwhatImean?). Maybe I'll get more than a hint on Sunday. Stil deciding how much local wildlife I want to encounter on purpose.

I have no idea what to do with myself tonight. Lame, no? Maybe I'll sit on the couch and watch the lizards climb up the window screens. That's the ticket!