The Native Iowan

In Honiara. I have a fool’s smile on my face.

8pm here. A nice tropical winter’s night. Been raining a bit. The air is clean and fresh. Temps are cooly pleasant. Connie and I sit and share a bottle of wine…

We have a lot of business to do and a short tome to do it in. But always have time for a bottle.

Drinking out of water glasses… we be high class… Got the coconut oil out. Mixed a mess of deet n citronella and oil to ward of the insectuals… it works well.

Listening to The Dead. The eve is still n cool. No night critter cacophony carrying on. No nocturnal howls or late night liaison noises.

Last night I slept well and deep. At one point I woke to the sound of dogs barking, did not know where I was, took me ages/ minutes to figure out where I be.

1030pm. Connie and I sit and waffle on. Nice bottle of wine is a dead-soldier. The Dead play Uncle John’s Band… how does the song go?

Come and listen to Uncle John’s Band…

JJCale n Clapton playing on the road to Escondido… when this war is over, it’ll be a better day…

And life is good. “It’s so easy… so easy” or so they say.

Smiles