Archives for January 2021

Dripping with salty water.

After a swim in the warm waters off the Hana area of Maui, we decided to navigate the road where car rental companies refused insurance cover on their cars, back to town.

It was easy.

We passed the old house of George Harrisson, then the small store and then greenness beyond belief.

We are townies invading a lush backdrop.

Something started an alarm.

Bells were ringing and lights flashing, but none could hear the clanging nor see the flashes of red signs.

No need to fit an alarm system when you have one inbuilt from birth.

We all do you know!

With a view to utopia.

Seen in passing, an instruction manual and an old clay pipe.

A dinner jacket had been discarded nearby and a breeze carried the scent of orange and magnolia.

Drums playing an erratic scat of rhythm and sheer disturbance patterns penetrated the cool quiet of submission.

They flicked fans as if practicing polishing a newly turned imbuia wood salad bowl.

And there, half-covered in the red sand was the spine of a seemingly old book.

Gutenberg got there before us.

Disgraceful!

You put sugar in your soup, shoe laces in the spackling and boiling water in the fridge!

How could you?

It’s unacceptable, unmanageable, unwarranted, unnecessary, unearthly, un-you-know-what.

If you agree to go to de-unappealing-school we’ll reconsider cancelling your membership of the Only The Awesome and Inspiring Club.

Dash and darn.

Or similar pleasantries.

Tea served from a silver pot, languages minced with local flavor.

A dialect pops up for a good brew.

When the summer comes, waiting on either side of the one lane bridge puts us in quite a stew.

A cabin, the forest, the lake, the water mill and the view.