Auwe. No can believe it’s been all these months since I’ve updated our Montana road trip. Three months!! Wanna go back? K’den.
Before heading over Lookout Pass, we stopped at the Dena Mora Rest Area near Saltese. It was a lovely place to stop, and there was all kinds of information about the area.
Hey kid. Assamatta u, eh? I realize you were in the bike lane and I realize that the light was green. Did you realize that I was already in the middle of a right hand turn when you decided to zoom through the intersection without looking around you? Was whatever you were listening to on your earbuds so loud that you were totally unaware of what was going on nearby?
I truly think you weren’t even aware of my van only two feet away from you as I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting you. You just kept pedaling as fast as you could, never looking to the left or right.
I didn’t hit you, mahalo ke Akua. But please be more careful; someone else might.
Aloha,
Mokihana
K’den, here’s the latest. I emailed my car estimate to Don, the towing company guy; he asked me to go see the guy he uses, which I agreed to do. I know I didn’t have to, but I thought that it’d be a good idea, because if his guy was low, I could agree to meet him in the middle, i.e., Womack’s.
So his guy took ‘way less time in looking things over; we went into his office and in less than five minutes, he had the estimate for me. I’m tempted to make you folks guess again, but I’ll be nice. Ready?
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One night, at four o’clock in the morning, something happened that brought tears to my eyes. Bittersweet tears. Tears of happiness, tears of sadness, tears of remembrance.
First, you should go here to read the first part of this story. I’ll wait while you do.
Okay pau?
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I really feel bad for the kid who came out to put on my spare tire. I hope he doesn’t get fired.
Here are the two estimates. Remember, these are only preliminary estimates. If, when they get everything taken apart, it could be more.
Door Numbah One:
And Door Numbah Two:
I’m actually pretty surprised at how close they came out. Sure, the dealer’s labor charges are higher, but both companies said the same things to repair my car. 3-5 days to fix. Yup. Rental car for shua.
Good guessing, everyone! Mahalo for playing!
K’den. Here’s another photo, from the front side of the damage.
And for a refresher, the back side:
That da kine in the top photo is broken. So it has to be replaced. And to fix the fender, whoever fixes it has to take off the fender. Oh yeah, and the front door, too. And oh, the rear view mirror. And the headlight. And the door handle. Because my kawila has a clear coat finish, they have to match everything. Who would’ve ever dreamed all that? But the second estimate I got today from my dealer said the same as our auto body shop. The only difference is a higher labor charge from the dealer; otherwise, the estimates are almost exactly the same.
And as a good friend of mine pointed out, the towing company should be paying for a rental car for me, too. Because it’s gonna take 3-4 days to fix everything.
K’den. Guessing time foa realz, not including the rental car.
So. You thought the excitement was pau, yeah? Not.
I had a dentist appointment yesterday; I have a fantastic dentist, but because I never had Novocaine when I was a kid (don’t ask me why), getting dental work done isn’t easy for me. But it had to be done, so I went out to my car. Oops. Flat tiyah. So I had to borrow Nolemana’s car and he said he’d call AAA while I was gone. Sounds, fine, yeah?
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Lest you folks think my life is all about sheep and llamas and Montana and Hawaiian kine stuffs, oh yeah, and knitting and spinning, I’m here to show you that it’s not. Seriously.
Last week our property manager let me know that our tenants had told him there were some vicious bees that attacked a salesman at our house. Bees? Or hornets? Yes, to quote someone on Ravelry, I am a foot soldier in the battle to end bee slander. There is a huge difference between bees, hornets, wasps, and yellow jackets. Bees are good; the others can be really nasty varmints. Continue reading
Ahahahaha! I totally forgot that I took some shearing videos!! U like see?? K’den!
No. Try wait. I didnʻt forget! I just wanted to make more shearing posts. Heh heh. (I also get one bridge in Arizona I could sell you.)
As Johnny said, “Now he looks like a show llama!”
Well, next it was Titus’ turn to get sheared. His horns made great handles for Johnny to use! And once Titus was lying down, he remained really calm and easy to shear. I always feel a little da kine, seeing those horns and male shearers’ anatomy in such close proximity. But Johnny is really good at what he does, and everything went without a snag. (Pun intended.)
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