reasons for going to Hawaii besides the fact that I love it there, was the fact that I wanted to start work on my book. I was a good girl and did work on it to the extent of about 50 pages typed. I'm doing

it as an autobiography with philosophy and ideas anent TV thrown in as they developed with me. I have gotten as far as the Post Office problems of about 5 years ago which the older readers will recall. But I also proof read the first half of the revised Wives book and began compiling the statistics on about 50 more questionaires, so you see I did some work as I promised. I regret that my absence delayed my mail handling but it couldn't be helped, I had to get away.

Well, to cut the story a little shorter, I want- ed to see some other parts of the island so I went to Hanalei on the north shore for two days but it was too expensive, too lonely and too little to do so I transferred myself to the south shore to a little place called Peipu Beach. There I enjoyed swimming a couple of times and renting one of these Fiberglass surfboard-like things with a glass plate in it so that you can swim out and watch the fish on the bot- tom. Had a lot of fun doing that and gathered about 5 shades of tan in one hour. Immediately afterward I was just swimming in the bay in front of the hotel when another woman came in and I struck up a conver- sation with her. The upshot of it was that we de- cided to rent a couple of bicycles that afternoon and ride up the coast to a place called the spouting horn. The water runs in a tunnel in the lava and the end of it is open to the top so the water squirts up like Old Faithful accompanied by a low roar like a tuba. The fun of this ride was the fact that it was the first time I had ridden a girl's bike in a skirt. It was too hot and humid for capris. Of course, the skirt would ride up my legs as I peddled and as it was much too sticky to wear a slip I just had on some lacy panties. This evidently provided a somewhat provocative view to the male motorists driving toward us. This of course amused me no end. Men! Sometimes

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