Okay, so Hilo is not in the cards today. The Kid is too wiped out and someone need to stay with him so he can sleep it off.
Guess who?
I’ve “rewarded” myself with a week-long subscription to Oceanic Time-Warner just to remind myself that dial-up was not all that bad.
Despite this, Hawaiian rental condos continue to offer a consoling view even if one of our neighbors insists on stinking up the place with cigars and other tobacco products. Whenever it gets bad I close the screen door and go to my “Laughing Place.” This week it’s the spectator seats in a chemo ward.
I’m mean.
Because I’m mean God has decided to punish me with Oceanic Time-Warner which, in addition to being unable to open some of my favorite sites, does not support my posting pictures of all the Fun we’re having.
Mahalo. Mahalo nui loa…
