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OKay, tomorrow I get on an airplane and fly to Hawaii with a load of adolescent musicians and some of their parents. I arrive in Hawaii at eleven o'clock at night and then I have promised to take my room of boys to the beach for a few minutes before we make them go to bed. Then we wake up early for a day in which we do homeowkr, practice for the parade, and do freely chosen sightseeing. I have promised two students I will get them to the Polynesian Cultural Center and to the rainforest, respectively at some point during the week. Thursday we're going to the Pearl Harbor memorial so that one of our trumpeters can play Taps and we can hand over the US flag that the City Council gave us to deliver there (I don't understand this part). Then we have lunch and shopping at some huge famous Hawaiian shirt place and I have promised the nice fellow a shirt and secretly I'm going to try for a dress but I'm hard to fit and hard to please. We will also have homework and practice time. Friday we're going to I forget the name of the bay for snorkeling and hanging out and I think we'll have the option of hanging out some more or going on other expeditions. And homework and practice time. Saturday we're marching in the King Kamehameha Day parade, and I do mean we, as four of the guard mommies will be carrying standards which are banners on poles and I will be pushing the wheelchair for my kid. That night there is a luau and then we get on the plane at I forget, four in the morning Sunday?
I am only partly packed and I had thought I might clean the house before leaving but I'm sitting here -- I did clean the refrigerator and bathroom and I've washed the sheets. Leaving only several rooms of filth.
I don't think I really want to go. I dread the plane, the being far away, the parade, the heat, six days with at least half of the other adults and some of the kids (the others I have no problem with) -- I dread this even for some of the ones I like a lot, worried, as usual that I will, as usual, do something or say something terminally strange and cause embarrassment.
But. I'm going.
New camera works. Old telephone, having been subjected to the kind attention of an intelligent manager, reveals that it was charged up all along and was just having a crisis of confidence or a nervous breakdown or a psychotic break or something.
I'm taking my red shirt and I'm getting someone to photograph me in front of a rock. (I had gotten used to having no camera and so I forgot to do this at Andrew Molera State Beach Saturday -- really we were at the Carmel River, which runs through it, but there was a rock and if I had had my red shirt on we could have taken that picture. Also there were other interesting things to photograph. Yesterday at Its Beach I took lots of pictures of fuzz, dots, smears, blurs and streaks, and also a few pictures of successful cormorants, pelicans, seals, dogs, waves, and some documenting summer pictures at LIghthouse Field. I will post what I choose later on, maybe not till July, looking at what I have to do).
I am only partly packed and I had thought I might clean the house before leaving but I'm sitting here -- I did clean the refrigerator and bathroom and I've washed the sheets. Leaving only several rooms of filth.
I don't think I really want to go. I dread the plane, the being far away, the parade, the heat, six days with at least half of the other adults and some of the kids (the others I have no problem with) -- I dread this even for some of the ones I like a lot, worried, as usual that I will, as usual, do something or say something terminally strange and cause embarrassment.
But. I'm going.
New camera works. Old telephone, having been subjected to the kind attention of an intelligent manager, reveals that it was charged up all along and was just having a crisis of confidence or a nervous breakdown or a psychotic break or something.
I'm taking my red shirt and I'm getting someone to photograph me in front of a rock. (I had gotten used to having no camera and so I forgot to do this at Andrew Molera State Beach Saturday -- really we were at the Carmel River, which runs through it, but there was a rock and if I had had my red shirt on we could have taken that picture. Also there were other interesting things to photograph. Yesterday at Its Beach I took lots of pictures of fuzz, dots, smears, blurs and streaks, and also a few pictures of successful cormorants, pelicans, seals, dogs, waves, and some documenting summer pictures at LIghthouse Field. I will post what I choose later on, maybe not till July, looking at what I have to do).