[Ed note: This post was co-written by Chuck Babbitt]
We stay up too late Saturday night and Lisa awakens too early and can't get back to sleep. That afternoon she has the final showing of the play The House of Blue Leaves. Her head is as noisy as the chattering early birds outside the window, wondering how she can spend a day on the boat and still get back, prepare and do the play on so little sleep. We are planning to take our old friends Rick and Debbie Reynolds out for a day of cruising and dolphin watching on the other side of Oahu. When I wake up I can feel that Lisa has been awake for a while. It's really best that she stay home and relax, rest her voice, exercise a bit, run her lines, and prepare to become the loud and energetic New Yorker Bunny Flingus for the last time. I head off to meet the Reynolds and Lisa, with the pressure off, falls back asleep.
When Lisa wakes I am at the helm of the Willa Mae III off of Kahe Point with Rick and Debbie watching the playful Nai'a, Hawaiian spinner dolphins, put on a spectacular show. Planning to take a jog, she put on shorts, a sports-bra and t-shirt and heads upstairs. She pours a cup of coffee and sees the flowers are dry. She puts fresh water in the vases and hydrates our little Christmas tree. Stepping out on the lanai the spatial arrangement of the flower pots catches her eye. " It would look better if I swap these two plants and put the tall one down there" she thinks. As she moves the pot from the railing it catches the string of Christmas lights and the next pot over drops, falls, and crashes onto her left foot, the terra cotta pot shattering into jagged pieces.