Lake Sigatoka, as my son Akka calls it. Most people call it the Parking Lot.
It’s kind of a sign how things are going here. We still don’t have power, still limping along with a generator. Lots of people have generators – a neighbor is in charge of pumping the water.
Austin went on a campaign to rid the houses of the invasive ants.
Tiny toxic Lake Austin. The next day, Austin proclaimed, “I’ve killed TONS of ants.” Ha ha ha. I told him I doubted he’d killed even two ounces of ants. But he had killed thousands. Tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands after a few days.
Altogether there was probably less than a cup full, and probably less than three ounces of weight … but there were sooooooooooo many little specks of ant. I am still sweeping up the signs of success.
Keeping busy here
Cocoa pods are ripe.
Akka and son Kiki are starting chocolate production again. \
My favorite moment in the neighborhood was close to sunset a few days ago. I went to visit my friend Lallee, and she had some agitator rigged up.
“What’s that?” I asked her, “Your washing machine?”
“No,” she replied. “I’m making ghee.”
It’s a Fiji churn!
Happy week, everybody.
Here’s hoping for electricity!