I made all sorts of efforts to transport some of our daily rhythms and home life routines out to Hawaii with us. And without going into great detail, they all failed. Every particle of our normal, everyday flow was completely blown out of the water, from what we eat, to down time, to hand work, to art work, the list goes on. It was just too new, too stimulating, too exciting, too many people to show off for... it was like day after day on a diet of Pixie Stix and Coke. Adios rhythm.
Save one thing... the nature table. I packed a few surprise items to get our Hawaii nature table started on an empty shelf in the tool shed area where we bunked. Some playsilks to represent ocean and farm. And a few new wooden figures that went along with the surroundings. The boy filled in the rest in his usual manner, plucking and collecting from here, there, and everywhere and happily setting them up.