5.16.99
Welcome to an exercise in improvisation. The "Page nouveau" is still light years away, but I've decided to reformat the journal anyway. There will eventually be nifty little buttons to navigate with and a floating thingie that drools down the side of the screen allowing you to move from point to point in relative ease.
-that is if I ever get my shit together.
In the mean time, you'll have to suffer through this improvisation.
I'm back from Kona, a quite pleasant trip, actually. Miles and miles of driving, which is a nice thing for me to do. We started out in Waimea, a sleepy little ranching town in the northwest corner of the Big Island, up in the clouds. As such, it was quiet, green, damp and cold. Made me yearn for the mainland again. I've identified certain things that make me groove, and cold weather is one of them. It exhilarates me…it also makes me want to crawl into bed with a nice warm body to cuddle the night away.
Day two was at Kohala High School, a place at the end of the world. As they say, it's not the end of the earth, but you can see it from there. Busy, busy, busy. I started feeling not so well, and attributed it to the omnipresent vog. A nice 75-mile drive back down to Kailua-Kona was just what I needed. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I lay down on the bed, kicked off my shoes, and thought about a ten-minute nap.
I rolled over and noticed that it was now 10pm. I didn't have dinner, didn't shower, just slept until 4 the next morning. I still felt tired. Go figure.
The last day we again worked our collective asses off, flying home late. The paycheck is going to look pretty; at least I hope it is going to look good. I only worked 4 days last week. I think I'm going to pay dearly for that in weeks to come, though.
Weather here has been hot and sucky in general, and thus the reason for a rather terse entry. RR has been sick with a bad cold that is moving down to his chest, so I've been avoiding him like the plagued person that he is. I can't afford illness right now. In fact, I'm hoping secretly that what I had in Kona was not allergy to vog, but a mini-version of the cold which now plagues him. That way, I've developed antibodies, and won't be sick!
It's a theory, at least.
There are scads of notes that I have scribbled into my notebooks, but I'm not in the proper mood to edit them right now. Too many things to do; too little time. Right now, I need more simplicity in my life, and the traditional things which are supposed to afford it are not fulfilling their goal. We persevere.
Coming soon:
A cute little story about moi and the Air Force form the archives of my mind
An even cuter story about two friends of mine who took my advice and are now MadlyTrulyDeeply in love with each other
A not so cute story about my fuqud up subconscious.
Me ke aloha pumehana….
-that is if I ever get my shit together.
In the mean time, you'll have to suffer through this improvisation.
I'm back from Kona, a quite pleasant trip, actually. Miles and miles of driving, which is a nice thing for me to do. We started out in Waimea, a sleepy little ranching town in the northwest corner of the Big Island, up in the clouds. As such, it was quiet, green, damp and cold. Made me yearn for the mainland again. I've identified certain things that make me groove, and cold weather is one of them. It exhilarates me…it also makes me want to crawl into bed with a nice warm body to cuddle the night away.
Day two was at Kohala High School, a place at the end of the world. As they say, it's not the end of the earth, but you can see it from there. Busy, busy, busy. I started feeling not so well, and attributed it to the omnipresent vog. A nice 75-mile drive back down to Kailua-Kona was just what I needed. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I lay down on the bed, kicked off my shoes, and thought about a ten-minute nap.
I rolled over and noticed that it was now 10pm. I didn't have dinner, didn't shower, just slept until 4 the next morning. I still felt tired. Go figure.
The last day we again worked our collective asses off, flying home late. The paycheck is going to look pretty; at least I hope it is going to look good. I only worked 4 days last week. I think I'm going to pay dearly for that in weeks to come, though.
Weather here has been hot and sucky in general, and thus the reason for a rather terse entry. RR has been sick with a bad cold that is moving down to his chest, so I've been avoiding him like the plagued person that he is. I can't afford illness right now. In fact, I'm hoping secretly that what I had in Kona was not allergy to vog, but a mini-version of the cold which now plagues him. That way, I've developed antibodies, and won't be sick!
It's a theory, at least.
There are scads of notes that I have scribbled into my notebooks, but I'm not in the proper mood to edit them right now. Too many things to do; too little time. Right now, I need more simplicity in my life, and the traditional things which are supposed to afford it are not fulfilling their goal. We persevere.
Coming soon:
A cute little story about moi and the Air Force form the archives of my mind
An even cuter story about two friends of mine who took my advice and are now MadlyTrulyDeeply in love with each other
A not so cute story about my fuqud up subconscious.
Me ke aloha pumehana….
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