Haiti earthquake relief

13 01 2010

From Wyclef Jean: Many people have already reached out to see what they can do right now. We are asking those interested to please do one of two things: Either you can use your cell phone to text “Yele” to 501501, which will automatically donate $5 to the Yele Haiti Earthquake Fund (it will be charged to your cell phone bill), or you can visit Yele.org and click on DONATE.

From Rebekah: Every bit will help. 501501 is the phone number, and “Yele” is the message. You will receive a confirmation and can read terms on your cell phone.

http://wyclefjean.wordpress.com/2010/01/13/statement-by-wyclef-jean-on-haiti-earthquake/

You can also text “HAITI” to 90999 to donate $10 to American Red Cross relief for Haiti.

http://newsroom.redcross.org/2010/01/12/disaster-alert-earthquake-in-haiti/





A plug for the Punahou Carnival

12 01 2010

Feeling better now. Your wishes and  prayers for my wellness are most appreciated. A spinal adjustment last Saturday has done wonders. I can stand up straight again, and my energy is flowing more like it should, except for a couple of spots of soreness that we’re still working on. Acupuncture, a little massage, hot showers and Reiki — now that I have back the range of motion to treat myself — all help.

I’m feeling well enough to nurture and pot the avocado plants for the Punahou Carnival this year.

This annual benefit of my alma mater to raise financial aid falls on Feb. 5 and 6 this year. The fund-raiser relies heavily on donations of all sorts to make it highly profitable for student scholarships. People donate supplies, ingredients (like sugar for jams and jellies), merchandise (books, white elephant), time (staffing booths), etc.

Punahou School taps its junior class, parents, and alumni to pitch in. It’s fun for the whole family, and I bet this year there will be many from the community who will want to check out where President Barack Obama went to school.

Besides supplying the young avo trees for the plant booth, I’m putting two of my original oil paintings into the art show: “Kamehameha Highway and Kaaawa Place” and “Looking Down Upon the Path.” (See my “Paintings” page.) I plan to join my class to help the Hawaiian plate dinner on Saturday, and if I can I’ll support the Punahou Alumni Glee Club either by singing Hawaiian music with the group or applauding from the serving line. See how much better I’m feeling? 😉

It’s an amazing two days of fun, booths, rides, shows, and games from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. I think it’s the largest fair on Oahu. The school reports that last year it sold 146,000 malasada donuts, 12,400 ears of organic corn, and 33,000 cups of Portuguese bean soup. Our family spent our carnival script at the plant booth, books, silent auction, Hawaiian plate, a variety of other food booths, produce, art show, alumni store, and … of course … hot malasadas!

If you go: Go early. The main gate for pedestrians is at Punahou and Wilder avenues in Honolulu. If coming in your own vehicle, follow the signs to parking, or try your luck with street parking in the surrounding neighborhood and be prepared to walk to and from the carnival grounds. If you can take the bus or get dropped off, that’s even better. Spend your money freely; it’s for a good cause!

Copyright 2010 Rebekah Luke




Today’s my birthday, I feel like a wreck

9 01 2010

Today’s my birthday, and I feel like a wreck.

Yesterday Pat, Irma, and Becky came to cheer me up. They brought flowers, smoothies, presents, and cupcakes! That did make me feel better, and DH said he hadn’t seen me that lively since we came home from our trip.

That was around Dec. 27. Although home, sweet home, and having had a ball on a once in a lifetime vacation, my body experienced an excruciating  pain that I can’t recall ever having in my life. My body is crooked, and my range of motion limited. I feel weak.

A trip to the emergency room and a follow-up visit to an M.D. pronounced it’s not H1N1 but likely a virus or a combination of things. Viruses last about 7 to 10 days, she said. Today is day 14. So I’m baffled. Not a whole lot of change.

Michael, my neighbor, claims he had the bug, and that Sandra, his wife who is a flight attendant, had it twice. It’s from the airplane, he said. And coming home from Vienna to Honolulu, I was on a lot of planes. Will the pain go away? He promised it would.

Heal thyself, DH reminds me, the Reiki master. Right. My reading of the spiritual CNN says the first half of January will be rough. No kidding!

I’m so grateful for my family and friends and that I’m where the climate is warm.

I do have an appointment with my naturopath today who’s fixed me up before. I am wondering if it could be something mechanical (something of my body physically out of line) or an underlying allergy that might be preventing me from being well. Dr. Burke practices acupuncture, that works with the same energy as Reiki, and Chinese medicine too.

I have my hopes up for some relief to bring me back into balance. That would be a wonderful birthday present.

Copyright 2010 Rebekah Luke




Dressing like an onion: winter apparel for a Hawaiian

5 01 2010

If you’re warm-blooded and live in Hawaii or another subtropical-to-tropical climate, and you’re headed to where it’s cold and snowing in winter, here are some tips on the art and science of staying warm. If you’re not warm, you’ll be miserable, and that’s no fun!

Winter sports enthusiasts know this, and every first-year college student from Hawaii to North America masters this by year two, but if you’re my age or haven’t been away from the Islands for a few years, perhaps a refresher will help.

I was quite comfortable last month in Austria on a riverboat and on land of the ports of call (see my December 2009 blog posts). It snowed every day. My friends Kaylene and Rosemary asked what I wore and how I kept warm, so here goes.

I learned that:

• Winter apparel is not the same as fall-spring apparel. Leave the fall clothes behind; they are too hot for inside and not warm enough for outside. They just take up space in your suitcase.

• Dressing like an onion works. The layers trap insulating pockets of air to keep you warm. Invest in thin apparel made of new high-tech fabrics. It’s worth it, and you’ll be all set for the next time. Stay away from cotton because it doesn’t wick moisture, like perspiration, as well.

See my layering details below. Five or six layers, count ’em! There are variations, but this is what worked for me. You want thin clothes so you can still move, button your pants around the waist, and have your footwear fit with all the layers on. If it warms up for you, you can shed a layer. Better to have too many than too few.

• You can always go back indoors. Each time you do, be sure to peel off the outer layers of your clothes, if only for a short while. It’s a humbug, particularly when you go to the bathroom, but you’ll get used to it. Then layer back on when you go outside again. If you don’t do this, you’re liable to get sick.

My friend Dave noticed I had to think about it, that is, what layer goes on next?—well, yeah!—versus people from cold climates for whom it’s automatic. You’ll need a few more minutes to get dressed too.

• Lathering your body with lotion after a warm bath or hot shower will keep your skin from drying out and getting itchy. My pharmacist recommended Vaseline total moisture conditioning body lotion. The lotion is for your whole body, not just your face. My momma who went to school in Chicago and Shanghai taught me this years ago.

• You can use a nasal spray or neti pot to keep your nose from drying out and bleeding. Consult the pharmacist.

• Hand warmers, those magical packets of warmth that activate when exposed to air, in your gloves are “life savers.” Mine came from Dick’s Sporting Goods store in Pennsylvania, but you can get them online at http://warmers.com.

• It’s best to eat just before you go outdoors. Digestion generates heat.

And if, say next winter, you visit the outdoor Christmas markets in Central Europe, head for the glühwein hütte for a mug of hot mulled wine or cider!

DRESSING LIKE AN ONION

Layer 1 (innermost)—Your regular underwear. For women, this includes pantyhose or tights. Apply lotion first.

Layer 2—Long underwear a.k.a. long johns. I brought two sets:  one silk set from REI with long leggings, sleeveless top and long-sleeve top; and one set of capilene from Patagonia. This is your “baselayer.” If it is colder than cold, you can double up on this layer.

Layer 3 — Pullover top (e.g., silk, nylon, polyester), blouse or shirt with long sleeves. Wool trousers with lining. My DH got away with heavyweight jeans, but only with long underwear underneath. Plus a pair of thin warm socks.

Layer 4 — Wool sweater; I wore a long-sleeved V-neck cashmere.  I alternated that with a long colorful Coogi wool sweater vest from Australia (a gift) that covered all the way down over my hips. Smartwool brand knee socks of merino wool; the brand matters. Visit smartwool.com.

Layer 5 — Fleece vest with pockets and a little longer in the back below the waist where there is no body fat (on me, anyway). Scarf—mine was pashmina from China—or neck warmer (a tube that looks like the neck only of a turtle neck; I found this easier to wear than a scarf, and you can pull it up to cover your nose). It’s very important to keep your neck comfortably warm, or risk a sore throat. When not wearing the neck gear, you can stow it in the vest pocket. When indoors, my closed-toe slip-on Birkenstocks (I’m unable to wear flats or heels comfortably). DH wore Crocs on the ship.

Layer 6 — Knee length heavy wool overcoat with pockets, or other outerwear jacket, like a ski jacket. Hat. Gloves. Snow boots or waterproof shoes with thick soles.

I inherited the wool coat from my cousin Dee who was a frequent traveler. I preferred this to a fleece-lined, hooded Gortex jacket. I found my Dale of Norway hat at the Salt Lake City airport when I passed through in 2002, a winter Olympics year. The program directors of the ship wore knitted hats with extensions that covered their ears and cheeks and ended up in yarn braids; really cute. My fall gloves were not warm enough, even with liners. Mittens are warmer. At the last minute I bought pop-top mittens designed for hunters from Dick’s in Pennsylvania. (Thanks for finding them, Richard!) These allowed me to remove the mitten half when I wanted to shoot—my camera! The mittens came in camouflage-colored yarn, but who cares when warmth is the objective. I would have gotten them in bright hunter’s orange, but they didn’t have them in my size. When not wearing, stow your hat in one pocket and the gloves in the other pocket. I got my purple lace-up Sorel snow boots many years ago from Lands’ End for my first Alaska trip, and they still work great. I just love them.

Bonus frosting on the cake —Remember to pick up some hand warmers.

If with these tips you still don’t want to guts real winter, well then, lucky you live Hawaii!

Copyright 2010 Rebekah Luke




20 views from my porthole on the Danube

1 01 2010

Greeting you this first day of the new year and continuing to reflect on last month’s winter travels . . .

Cabin 102 on the Viking Europe was “standard” accommodation and much more economical (Category E) than spaces on the higher decks. Small, but more spacious than the sailboats DH and I were familiar with, very clean, and comfortable enough.

Instead of sliding glass doors, we had a porthole that didn’t open. That was perfectly all right, as it was on the waterline and also wintertime, i.e., cold! When in port, the view was the underside of the gangplank, but while underway there were sites to see along the Danube River from Passau in Germany, to towns and cities in Austria, to Budapest in Hungary. Here are 20.

Copyright 2009-2010 Rebekah Luke




Mele Kalikimaka

24 12 2009

“Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas day … That’s the island greeting that we send to you from the land where palm trees sway …”

as the song goes, except that DH and I are still in snow country, delayed from getting back to the studio by bad weather. Merry Christmas! ~ Rebekah





Snowed in, part 2

23 12 2009

The down side of international travel for me is the length of time spent on planes and in airports. I understand now the feelings of winter travelers wanting to make it home for the holidays, only to be delayed by snow.

It’s why our house- and pet-sitters come from Massachusetts to Hawaii as early as they can in December every year for about three months.

Dear friends and family, know that DH and I are safe and warm.

After waking at 4 a.m. in Vienna the day after DH’s birthday (Happy Birthday Honey!), 10 hours in the air from Warsaw, clearing U.S. customs in Toronto before boarding U.S. Airways, then finally landing in Philadelphia, we arrived to see the remnants of the blizzard that caused the travel delays in the first place.

We gave a jingle to my sister-in-law Penny, who we called on on our way to Europe two weeks ago, to let her know of our situation, that we would check into a hotel and call her in the morning. We had to make arrangements to get back to Honolulu since we missed our originally booked flights. She texted a message to my iPhone, “Call me if you’re stuck.”

Our choices on Delta/Northwest were these:

No seats in the same fare category until Jan. 1.
Dec. 25: $1,000.00 additional per ticket.
How about first class? I suggested.
For Dec. 24 when our daughter was expecting us for Christmas Eve dinner: $880.00 additional per ticket.
And on Dec. 26: $53.60 per ticket.

So, dear Penny, we’re stuck! We’ll be at your house for Christmas! And to the folks at home on Oahu, we’ll see you with bells on on Sunday!

In honor of our friends and family everywhere, I am posting the photos of Pennsylvania that got lost two weeks ago while I was learning how to post from my iPhone.

I made the images prior to the snowfall of the farm in Chester County owned by DH’s college buddies Dave and Chris.

Chris foxhunts and Dave is an artist – he made the torii gate – and dentist. We enjoy catching up on each other’s travels. They have three Norwich terriers: Zoey, Maddie and Snaffles.

Snaffles holds the Grand Champion title for her breed, and CD (Companion Dog) credential. She is working on CDX (Companion Dog Excellent). We went with Snaffles to her training lesson with the trainer’s two big dogs as role models, and it was hilarious and very cute! Oh, the memory!

Betty and Joe, old friends of DH’s family who enjoy the activities and friends at their spiffy retirement community of five years, decorated the large Christmas tree.

We went to New Jersey to visit DH’s brother Paul and his wife Patty. Patty’s heritage is Italian, and the dinner she prepared included ravioli, a festive presentation of tomato-mozzarella-basil, and other yummy delights.

There’s also the view of the neighborhood from sister Penny’s front door (the first picture with snow).

Enjoy your holiday wherever you are. Peace on Earth and goodwill toward everyone.

With love and gratitude ~ Rebekah