Lika’s Log

I’ve been watching da news way too much. I had nightmares last night. Da kine of nightmares I kick, swing and scream. I don’t remember details, just the subject and verb. Da nightmare was: Somebody/someting was trying fo’steal my watah!

I woke up wondering if it was watah I wen steal. Hala bachi. I remember yelling help, I remember swinging, kicking. Dats it. Its all about da watah. Who eva has da most watah wins. Maybe was one alligator, he was tired of da kaka water SOB wanted my bottled water. *L*

One reason I don’t like large tight packed crowds is because I think worst case scenarios in my head. Once I was on a cruise ship and everyone has to go thru the put on your life jacket/life saving drill. I looked around me and thought: Are these the people I’m going to die with? Do I want to die with these people? Do I have a choice? I’m just morbid like that. Escape route, do I have one?

The Iraq disaster where people were trampled and some drowned after falling in the river ~ thats something I wouldn’t do. Get into a limited space with no escape route. I would let everybody go first. You guys go first I can wait. Or betta yet, I wouldn’t go. Bumbye dey all turn around and go da kapakahi way anden I stay stuck first! Fo’shua dey going push & trample me cause I walk slow.

Catastrophies bring out the worst and best outta people. All that and more not shown to us on TV. There are always a whole lot of untold stories. Anden there’s people that make up stories, with noway to prove it; and they profit from their scamming.

If/when I’m in a natural disaster (yeah like I have a choice) I would want to be in a small town not a city with large populations around.

Case in point my Ohana on Kauai. Wen my aunty dem talk about Iniki Days, I crack up; ok maybe as my ohana as why and we really good at looking at tings from a comical point of view. Lots of local ohanas are ladat doe I tink and dat makes a difference. Yes dey was scared, dey went to da shelta, dey house was buss up, had plenny watah damage but everybody was ok and safe. Can fix.

My Ohana on Kauai have been there all there lives. They not going live nowhere else. Wen my Aunty dem talk about Iniki days she says it was just like da old days, befoe indoor plumbing and electricity. Wasn’t notting new, she said it fact was kinda nice cause was quiet and dey would go up da mountains go wash clothes in da streams la dat.

My Unco almost got into one beef wit one haole man waiting in like for stuff. My Unco is 60ish and dis younga haole guy wen try try cutinline. Words were exchanged and if my cuzin neva stop my Unco he would of given da haole guy and my cuz both dirty lickins. He has da kine boxing glove size hands. But Nat’l Guard wen step in too and was telling’em “Unco Unco cool head” anden dey ended up talkstory la dat.

My Unco was mad too cause he said had all dese people both tourist and locals was at da airport crying, desperate to leave da island. He was like you know what, why you guys wen even come ova hea, you no can handle hud times, moe betta you guys go cause crying not going help fix notting.

Could you even imagine one hurricane like Iniki hitting Waikiki? Auwe. I know there would be looting. Plenny tourist would be crying. Da tourist industry would be crying. Its scarey to think of dat kine devastation.

You have to be grateful that in this day and age there is a warning system at least. There is technology that helps. At the same time we have to help ourselves and make good decisions.

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