A Mānoa Girl's Bloggie

Okay, try wait. This truck is on the road. It’s stopped at a light. I come up behind it. I am also turning left. How can I not follow it? And what about after we turn the corner? Do I have to go a different way so that I don’t follow it?

In the pasture around the corner from us, the lupine is blooming. It is so beautiful!!

Nolemana and I had an appraisal to do up in Government Camp; it was a gorgeous day, and the mountain was out!

We’re having GW Construction in Gresham build a carport for my new kawila; we should’ve done it years ago, but didn’t. And as a result, my white van was hard to keep clean; she’d get fir sap, fir pollen, and fir needles all over her. As soon as we had a little extra kala, we hired Orvill to build us a carport next to the garage. Because, ya know, there’s stuff in the garage! Which we’re slowly getting rid of, by da way.

The truck bringing the lumber had to back up all the way up our very long driveway. 1/10 of a mile, and an 18% grade at the curve. Orvill walked behind, guiding the driver of the long flatbed. They all finally got up, not without panting on a certain member of the team. But no trees were broken, and the flatbed didn’t even get a little bit off the driveway. So all was good.

Here’s the truck with the lumber and other supplies in front of the garage.

I had to leave, and my car was parked a ways down the driveway so it’d be out of the way, but as I passed the lumber truck I turned around to look at it. Ho da big!!

Ever seen “Duel” with Dennis Weaver! Todally scary dat movie! And the front of this truck reminded me of that.

Eh. Try look! Stays snowing outside! In June!

Nah nah nah. It’s da fluff from da cottonwood trees. LOL.

I can’t put my license plate on yet because I haven’t gotten my new registration, but in the meantime my license plate frame tells the world that I’m a local girl to the core!

But I don’t have that many pairs of slippahs, however!

I can remember the old Honolulu Airport, where we could walk up to the chain link fence to either say “aloha ʻoe” or “aloha!”, depending on whether someone was leaving or arriving. I have a photo of two of my siblings and I standing barefoot, next to our lei-decked papa-san at that fence, the plane he was going to fly in just on the other side.

Of course, back in those days, there were no commercial jets… ho, makes me feel so makule, yeah? They were all prop planes. So today, when I heard a plane flying over, I knew it wasn’t a jet, and quick as a wink I snapped this photo on my cell phone.

We were all so happy when our papa-san came home again, once again bedecked with fragrant lei.