So I’m halfway down on the first sleeve of Nolemana’s sweater. It’s going really well. Nice decreases, it’s getting more small like it should. I worked on it Tuesday morning when I got together with my friends at Hawai‘i Beanz. So why are the frogs singing so loud? Well, the problem is this: I took a look at the sleeve, and for as small around as it was, it wasn’t long enough. Wat? I looked at the pad of paper on which I’d kept track of my knitting: Knit one row, knit the second row, knit the third row. Next: Decrease row. All my little marks, lined up like little soldiers on my pad of paper.
But obviously, I did a whole bunch wrong. My brain decided to take a trip back home to Hawai‘i without me, and while it was lying on Papohaku Beach Park listening to the ocean, the sleeve ended up too short. I have to frog it all the way back to almost the beginning.
Big sigh. Huge sigh. The frogs are loud. They’re singing a song. The name of it is “Moloka‘i Slide”… I hear it, start to sing along… I will frog the sleeve tomorrow…I think I’m ready now…
I like the sand spreading out to the sea,
I like the tropical moon and the lazy palm trees
I like to listen to my heart
There’s no place I’d rather be
I like the people, I like the way they smile,
I like the feeling of you on this paradise isle,
I like the cool island gecko, man this is where I wanna be.
Take me back, back to da kine
Take me back, back to da kine
All over, mo’ betta, Moloka‘i I will return.
I like the gecko singin’ in the night
I like to do the dance they do to the Moloka‘i Slide
When the sun comes up shining, always mo’ betta da kine.
I like to hula, I think it’s really good,
Woman I don’t understand the words
But in time I think I could
If I just had the time, oh, if I just had the time!
I say, “Won’t you come along,
We’ll have a lu‘au by the sea,
We’ll cook a little pig and all the coconuts are free
And what you see is what you get,
In a little grass shack
I know you’re gonna like it
And I hope that you come back.
I like the fishes swimming ’round in the sea,
I like to hop ‘um on the grill and cook ‘um up for me
With a big pan of butter,
Man, it can’t get better than this…
I like the chicken, we hop ‘um on the grill
Man, it hurts to eat the raw fish
And eat up all the spills
Oh well, oh yeah, it’s just a lu‘au by the sea.
Take me back, back to da kine
Take me back, back to da kine
All over, mo’ betta, Moloka‘i I will return.
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