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I've been back for a few days and every time I open up the "update journal" page I realize I'm not up to it yet. It's been a long couple of weeks and I'm just sort of tired all over. But the short version is yes, we went to Hawaii, yes I saw Karen Lofstrom and it was fun, yes I pushed my kid in a wheelchair four miles or more (I keep hearing different lengths)and she played her pipes for the last time (at least for a while). I went hiking at Diamond Head but had an asthma attack so I waited at the bottom and took pictures of exotic birds -- very exotic: none of the ones I saw were actually from Hawaii. And I went snorkeling and took pictures of amazing bright colored fish and got a sunburn. And I watched the golden statue of King Kamehameha get fourteen-foot long leis draped on him by a little rabble of firefighters in the basket of a cherry picker truck, many mnay many leis from different islands and community groups and apparently locals businesses too, while little girls and boys hulaed and people played music -- including Don Ho and his Royal Hawaiians! He's still alive and apparently has had his face lifted, unless he's been cloned or there's a Don Ho Jr who leaves the Jr off. And we went to the Arizona and Missouri battleships monuments and the band played and we raised our flag on both the monuments and we went to various tourist outfits. I had poi, which I did not like even though I was determined to like it, and I had jackfruit juice which tasted like pina colada candy, and I got very little sleep because a school trip is not a vacation and you have to stay up late and count your chicks and get up early and count your chicks and come back to the hotel in the middle of the day and count your chicks and get them on the bus and count your chicks and get them off the bus and count your chicks.
I had a lot of chicks personally but they were easy, a room full of jazz band boys who did their homework and discussed the finer points of the recordings they were listening to, and a slightly more impulsive room of boys with whom I had a great relationship already.
Awards night theme was pirates.
Tomorrow Emma walks up to get her diploma. Also relatives descend and there are graduation and birthday and Fatjher's day parties all weekend. Monday I go to the doctor about my aging concerns (I will stop short of TMI here) and Tuesday Emma has appointments and Wednesday I work.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
I've been back for a few days and every time I open up the "update journal" page I realize I'm not up to it yet. It's been a long couple of weeks and I'm just sort of tired all over. But the short version is yes, we went to Hawaii, yes I saw Karen Lofstrom and it was fun, yes I pushed my kid in a wheelchair four miles or more (I keep hearing different lengths)and she played her pipes for the last time (at least for a while). I went hiking at Diamond Head but had an asthma attack so I waited at the bottom and took pictures of exotic birds -- very exotic: none of the ones I saw were actually from Hawaii. And I went snorkeling and took pictures of amazing bright colored fish and got a sunburn. And I watched the golden statue of King Kamehameha get fourteen-foot long leis draped on him by a little rabble of firefighters in the basket of a cherry picker truck, many mnay many leis from different islands and community groups and apparently locals businesses too, while little girls and boys hulaed and people played music -- including Don Ho and his Royal Hawaiians! He's still alive and apparently has had his face lifted, unless he's been cloned or there's a Don Ho Jr who leaves the Jr off. And we went to the Arizona and Missouri battleships monuments and the band played and we raised our flag on both the monuments and we went to various tourist outfits. I had poi, which I did not like even though I was determined to like it, and I had jackfruit juice which tasted like pina colada candy, and I got very little sleep because a school trip is not a vacation and you have to stay up late and count your chicks and get up early and count your chicks and come back to the hotel in the middle of the day and count your chicks and get them on the bus and count your chicks and get them off the bus and count your chicks.
I had a lot of chicks personally but they were easy, a room full of jazz band boys who did their homework and discussed the finer points of the recordings they were listening to, and a slightly more impulsive room of boys with whom I had a great relationship already.
Awards night theme was pirates.
Tomorrow Emma walks up to get her diploma. Also relatives descend and there are graduation and birthday and Fatjher's day parties all weekend. Monday I go to the doctor about my aging concerns (I will stop short of TMI here) and Tuesday Emma has appointments and Wednesday I work.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.