1. Last night I slept pretty good on da new mattress. The odor had almost dissipated (ho da big word, yeah?) and didn’t bother me at all.
2. I did use a second pillow because the night before, because I wasn’t sinking so far into the bed, it felt like my head was too low. As in lower than the rest of me. That helped a lot. I may get a new pillow at some point because the one I used to slept with is getting pretty smooshed. Continue reading
So you folks know da story, right? A young woman was tested to see if she was worthy of marrying the prince; she had to detect a pea that was placed underneath twenty mattresses and twenty featherbeds.
Well, that’s not exactly my story. Mine is that every day for the past year I’ve been waking up with a backache in the small of my back that’s relieved by putting a warm microwaveable da kine there for about fifteen minutes. Every morning. Our mattress is a firm one, and so ontop that we have 3″ of memory foam. But it was still too firm (even after we’d tried out ukubillion mattresses at the store and I thought we’d chosen the right one… sheesh!). So then we added a featherbed to the memory foam. Getting into it felt really good, but my back suffered. Continue reading
We laugh about how she “stalked” me on Ravelry, a wonderful knitting, crocheting, and handspinning community. I would have done the same thing. See, on the Portland message board, a wahine named Nancy had just moved to Damascus with her husband. So I posted a message saying that I’m in Damascus, welcome to the area, etc. Everything that anyone posts on one of the public Ravelry forums can be seen by everyone, so Nancy checked my posts to find out wat kine wahine I am. Cuz u neva know, right? I could have been more weird than I am, or always hūhū, or a troublemaker. It happens. Continue reading
I am a blessed wahine. When I got together with my friend Nancy today for our knitting time, she ‘way surprised me by telling me that she was knitting a pair of socks for me. For me. I could hardly believe it and started to cry. I was so overwhelmed and touched at her generosity. She had me put one on so that she could see where to start the toe decreases. Continue reading
So. Still feeling homesick, and because one of my friends at The Gathering (every Wednesday group that I go to) loves coconut, I decided to make coconut mochi for the potluck. I tried a new recipe; usually I make butter mochi and sometimes sprinkle coconut on top. But this recipe called for coconut milk instead of evaporated milk and I decided to try it.
The taste was ʻono, though it came out more chewy than usual, and much stickier and harder to cut than usual. I think I like the butter mochi recipe mo betta.
Still yet. Most of my friends liked it, though mochi is a whole new experience for them. My mission, which I have accepted, is to keep introducing my mainland friends to onolicious local kine grindz.
Just outside our kitchen door in Mānoa Valley, go to the other side of our carport, take one step up and try look. A nani red hibiscus bush. I loved that bush; I could pick pua for my hair, or just be happy that the flowers enriched my world.
Today I have a garage. I walk outside my kitchen and go through the breezeway and up three steps. There is no hibiscus bush there.
There are stately Douglas fir trees standing guard, and there are Oregon Big-leaf Maples that turn golden in the fall.
So I compensate by having a small red hibiscus bush on the lānai, and its lovely flowers remind me of home, kuʻu one hānau, and it helps the homesickness I feel for the sands of my birth.
We continued driving along the beautiful Lochsa River. We didn’t see any more whitewater rafters, but it had been so wonderful seeing the ones we did see and participating in their excitement that we were still on a whitewater high.
I miss home like crazy. I miss the trade winds, the warm Pacific ocean, the multi-culture environment, and people who know how to pronounce my name.
But I also love Oregon and the Pacific Northwest. And one of the reasons is our lovely fall colors. Ride along with Nolemana and I as we take you down Butler Road in Gresham, in Persimmon Golf Course, where the gorgeous Liquidamber (Sweet Gum) trees are in full color. I wish they’d last for a whole month. At least. Get slack key music for accompaniment. Led’s the greatest!
Forgot to add that I’m spinning this awesome BFL/Silk from Raven Ridge Fiber in the “Pine Bark” colorway. It’s my first time spinning this fiber combo and I just love it. It practically spins itself.
I love old kitchen utensils. I love the thought that they’ve been used by different generations of women (mostly, I think), and that their hands have used them to cook things for their ʻohana.
Recently, when Nolemana and I were at an antique store on a road trip (more about that when I stay pau with the 2010 Montana Road Trip (ho, not even halfway pau yet!), I found this wonderful whisk da kine for only $2.00. I snatched it up. Cuz u know wat? Going be perfect foa making haupia! Whoot!
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