T Minus 52: Da Big City

I slept in today, which felt really good. When I woke, I checked the clock. Seeing I had plenty of time before the earliest potential arrival of the bug guy, I hopped out of bed. I ate my last 2 hard boiled eggs for breakfast before turning my attention to my care package from yesterday.

My first watercolor painting

I laid out my supplies - water colors, brushes, paper. I fired up YouTube on the tablet and quickly found a couple intro level courses to get me started with basic techniques. I watched and learned.

Ready to start, I laid a clear plastic bag over the tray table I have on loan from the landlord. I filled an empty pickle jar with water and and brought it, along with a saucer, over to my makeshift studio. I folded a sheet of the watercolor paper in half, moistened the cut line, and made a perfect tear to split the paper in half. With a few drops of paint on the saucer, I felt like I was ready to make my first strokes.

In my mind, I pictured the sky over the ocean, just before sunset, as I see it when watching from the sea wall along Front St in Lahaina. I thought that would be the perfect image to start with. After a short time applying color to paper, I stood back to take a look at what I'd just created. Not to brag, but I thought it was pretty impressive! I took a picture of my picture and sent it off to The Hubby to see what he thought.

Postcard-sized watercolor view of Lanai

Inspired, and with more time left before the bug guy would arrive, I wanted to paint a couple more things. I took the other half of my sheet of watercolor paper, folded-wetted-tore, and ended up with 2 smaller postcard-sized sheets to work with. I then applied brush to paper to recreate a scene that I see nearly every day - a crisp view of the island of Lanai across the ocean. I followed that up with a view from my memory - the view of a small slice of beach as seen hanging out the window in the bar at Cheeseburger in Paradise and looking down. I took pictures of each of those and sent them off to The Hubby as well.

The Hubby sent me a picture of what he was making for dinner, which reminded me to eat lunch, so I set my creations aside to dry while I cooked my last package of Ramen. My timing turned out to be perfect. Just as I finished eating, the bug guy arrived.

We talked about bugs - what bugs I might have seen, what bugs there could be that I might not have seen, etc. He sprayed the base boards with something that would keep the vast majority of creepy crawly critters out of the condo. He then strategically placed some droplets of a magical poisonous potion for the ants to find in the kitchen. He said they'd eat the bait and then they'd take some home where it would poison the whole colony. He told me I'd see a difference within 24 hours. Bye bye, ants!

After he left, I grabbed my wallet, keys, phone, shades, and headed out. I made a quick stop at the post office to send the puppy travel paperwork to The Hubby and then headed for the bus stop. I missed the bus I intended to travel on so I walked a mile over to the stop at the Wharf Cinema Center to pick up a different one. This gave me a reason, as if I needed one, to stop in Bad Ass for an iced coffee. I noticed they sold nice reusable cups with their logo on them that I could get refilled for $1 each time I needed a fix. I bought one - an orange one, but only because they didn't have any in pink.

My new Bad Ass cup

I finished up my coffee while waiting at the bus stop for the bus. After the other day, when I was given the no-no- finger waggle by the bus driver after trying to get on the bus with an iced coffee, I wanted to make sure I had no issues this trip. Apparently, only bottled water is allowed on "da bus."

The bus pulled out of Lahaina and followed the Honoapiilani Hwy along the coast and across the island to Kahului, "da big city." I climbed off the bus at the Queen Kaahumanu Shopping Center, a mall that looked as if it might have enough stores that I could do all of my shopping right there. Instead, I climbed on a different bus and headed across town to the Walmart. Not a big fan of shopping at Walmart - or dealing with the walmartians - it still seemed like a better idea to try and save some money there rather than at the pricier mall stores.

I failed to find a lot of things. My experience in the clothing department could best be categorized as disappointing. It seems not every Walmart carries the same lines and I didn't find much of what I hoped to find. My experience in the arts & crafts section proved lacking as well, though I managed to find a few of the items I wanted. The grocery section reminded me of the Walmart in Santa Fe, NM except unlike Santa Fe, where everything was mexican inspired food items, here everything seemed more influenced by asian foods - 37 varieties of Ramen, li hing fruits & candies, shrimp chips. I considered picking up some li hing products but I'm nervous about trying them. I tried li hing mui before and found it way too sour for my taste. It put Sour Patch Kids to shame!

I filled the cart with a few days worth of food, carefully keeping track of my basket contents to make sure I stayed within a single shopping bag. Bus riders have carry on limitations. Between the cashier and me, we managed to get my single reusable shopped bag crammed full of stuff.

Back at the bus stop, I found a young guy pacing in front of the bench while strumming away on his guitar and singing. He sounded pretty good. I was happy to have gotten to hear him play, and to be able to have snapped his picture before he moved on.

The bus arrived and I stepped back, as is customary, to let any disembarking riders off before I got on. The driver shook his head and waved me up the steps instead. I had my choice of seats, being the lone rider on the bus. That felt a bit twilight zone like to me. At least it only stayed that way until the next stop.

Back to the Queen K shopping center, bus transfer, and back along the coast to the west side I went. Night fell by the time I reached Lahaina, and I walked home in the dark. Actually, I lie. With so many street lights and homes along the way, the road stays fairly well lit. I kind of enjoy that walk at night, watching the light bounce off the ocean waves, especially if there is a full moon. My bag grew heavy as I walked though, so I moved as fast as I could.

An artist drawing with crayon along
the sea wall in Lahaina

Once home, I heated up a just purchased can of Chef Boyardee. I felt The Hubby cringe from 2k miles away as I did so. He never liked this stuff as a kid and, the one time we tried it as adults, he failed to get past the second bite before looking for something else to eat. It turns out, though, I can still stomach canned pasta enough to make it a cheap staple until The Hubby gets here and starts cooking real food.

Without enough light to start painting again, I grabbed my phone to make a sad phone call to a dear friend of our back in Vegas. He had left a message for me to let me know that a good friend of The Hubby passed away. He had fought, and beat, cancer, but the cancer returned after a few years and proved to be too much. RIP, Smoke.

After that, I cleared my painting supplies from the tray table since it doubles as my nightstand and I would need it to hold my tablet, phone, kindle, etc. With everything set up, it's time for an episode or two of Revolution before I fall asleep.

Aloha!

T Minus 53: Friday?

Happy Friday! Over the years, "Friday" became a relative term, especially after working in Vegas for so long. Sure, to many people, Friday means the sixth day of the week on the calendar. To those of us working in non-traditional jobs, Friday simply means the last day of our work week and has nothing to do with what day the calendar says.

The Maui Hands gallery in Lahaina
just before opening for the day

I actually thought I might be leaving behind that whole "It's my Friday" concept when I moved to Maui. Apparently, I thought wrong. Maui, similar to Vegas, caters to tourists. As such, stores open their doors every day of the week. Luckily, nobody in Maui works graveyard shifts. We start rolling up the sidewalks around sunset. Work hours are shorter here than Vegas. I like that.

I don't particularly like working 5 days a week, like I just did. Sure, the extra money is nice, but I shoot for a 4-day work week every week. Full-time work holds no appeal for me at all. As the lyrics to a song The Hubby likes to quote say, "I've had a lot of bad experiences, like full time jobs."

Working full-time tires me out. It took every bit of energy I had left after work just to lift my leg over the bar on the Pink Cruiser. I started a soft, slow pedaling and gave only enough effort to keep the bike moving until I got home. Thankfully, I have zero stop signs or lights on my commute because I had no intention of stopping my forward motion until I reached the bike rack at the condo. The only thoughts bouncing around my head were thoughts of collapsing onto my bed after dragging myself up the steps to the condo.

Fate held other plans for me though. When I finally reached the top of the steps, I nearly tripped over a box sitting in front of my door. "Big mail!" I used to always ask The Hubby if the carrier delivered any big mail that day. Big mail = goodies.

I slipped into my lounging clothes and cut open my box. I expected a box to arrive, a care package from my best friend back in Indiana, but not until Wednesday. I was excited to see it today.

My friend spoils me. Opening the box, I found tons of crafty stuff. At some point in the past, I mentioned that I wanted to fool around with water colors and learn to paint. She sent me all of the basic supplies I need to get started with that new obsession. Getting the box early, and seeing what was actually inside it, made today seem like Xmas!

With the excitement I felt, I completely forgot about wanting to collapse on the bed. Instead, I cooked up a morning star burger for dinner, and celebrated with a Wailua Wheat. One beer tastes good every once in a while...unless you are The Hubby, who never needs a reason to enjoy a beer, especially if he sees one he's never heard of.

Tomorrow, I believe I will set up and make my first attempt at painting in the morning. The bug guy comes anytime after noon, so I will have some time in the morning. Of course, there will be no alarm clocks tomorrow, so I might not wake up until noon!

Tonight, I look forward to watching some more episodes of Revolution. I tried to get into The Riches but just couldn't get interested enough to watch more of it. Revolution, though, seems pretty good so far. I laughed last night when I realized the episode I was watching supposedly took place in Noblesville, IN. We lived in Noblesville before we moved to Vegas. The square looked different in the TV show and made me wonder if they shot it on location or simply tried to replicate it on a set. I haven't seen the square for nearly ten years. Crazy thought...or I suppose I should say lolo...

Today's word of the day is lolo, a Hawaiian/Pidgin word that means crazy (or numbing or stupid). I prefer the definition of crazy. It fits, especially in something like the compound word pakalolo (crazy weed) which is that medicinal plant a lot of people like to smoke to relieve their stress, pain, loss of appetite, etc. *wink wink*

Aloha Braddahs n Sistahs!

T Minus 54: Survival

I feel like I barely survived today. Exhausted. Absolutely spent. Today went about the same as every other day so I blame the emergency dosing of allergy meds I crawled out of bed for some time in the middle of the night. It seems the dusting that I did at the Ka'anapali location yesterday affected me more than I realized, or else there was a big release of pollen during the night. I felt like clawing my eyes out and cutting off my nose!

Another beautiful day of clear skies
over Whalers Village at Ka'anapali

Allergy meds that make me drowsy and the fact that I woke up to an alarm clock - I hate alarm clocks - get the blame for me being so tired all day.

I threw on some clothes, unlocked the Pink Cruiser, and pedaled my way down Front St to the Banyan Tree Park. Any time I work at the Lahaina gallery, I prefer the bike as my mode of transportation. I found a different spot to lock her up today, which proved far easier to get the U-lock into position than the spot I used the other day.

I arrived in town early enough to be able to grab an iced coffee from Bad Ass. I may be finished with hot drinks for a while. Tea, like I was drinking every morning, sounds unappealing for some reason. I know I'll likely come back around to my tea habit but, for now anyway, cool and refreshing will be the way to go! Bad Ass makes an awesome iced coffee. I'd prefer to make my own - cheaper - but the majority of my life sits stacked in boxes in a 10x10 storage unit over 2,000 miles away. Maybe I can find a super cheapo coffee maker...

Today, I worked with Sandra. Retired, silver-grey hair with a neon pink stripe dyed on one side, and matching neon pink rimmed glasses - me in 20 years! Business seemed slow, relatively speaking. Slow for Lahaina, the same amount of business could be considered a gold rush day at the Ka'anapali location. I sometimes wonder how the Ka'anapali location makes sense to keep open but I'm sure the owner knows what she is doing.

The day moved along great until lunch. Out of hot pockets, I needed to find another option. I opted for BK where I picked up a new item off the menu - buffalo chicken strips. They weren't bad, considering they were fast food. I almost decided not to eat at all after what happened while I was waiting for my food to come up.

I decided to use the restroom. BK offers only a small, single stall, unisex option at the Lahaina location. The door stood ajar, and thus unlocked, as I approached. I pushed open the door to find some guy sitting on the toilet taking care of business. WTF, over?!? Who the hell uses a public bathroom without at least shutting the door, let alone leaving it unlocked? Like I needed that image burned into my retinas right before eating lunch. What did I do to deserve that?

My Rastafarian harp playing friend

I spent the rest of my day trying to scrub that image from my memory. After work, I decided to walk through Banyan Tree Park and take a few pictures. I came across the harp playing Rastafarian I first encountered at a Second Friday event. That night, I failed to get a decent shot of him due to the low light conditions. Tonight, though, I had enough light to get a decent, although grainy, shot of him. After getting a few shots, I made my way to the Pink Cruiser for the ride home.

As soon as I started pedaling, I wished I had taken a Meloxicam before work. These 9-hour shifts on my feet kill my knees. Riding proved strenuous, and I considered hopping off to walk the bike home, but I pushed on and made it back to the apartment complex. Earlier in the day, I planned out a trip to Foodland on my way home from work. That plan fell apart as a I struggled to make it home.

The wonderful aromas wafting over from the BBQ area at the condo made me remember why I had wanted to go to Foodland. I knew there wasn't much waiting for me upstairs. I stared at the kabobs arranged on the grill as I walked past where my neighbor was cooking. They smelled awesome.

The Banyan Tree in Lahaina

After dragging my tired legs upstairs, I settled for Ramen tossed with some frozen broccoli and tuna. I remembered some left over edamame from my lunch yesterday so I ate those while the noodles cooked. Not a bad dinner, all things considered.

Tomorrow, I hope to go check out a mall in Kahului. As The Hubby says whenever I mention going to Kahului, I'll be going to the "Big City" tomorrow! Or maybe Wednesday. Arriving home this evening, I found a note on the door that said the property owners were having the bug guy spray on Tuesday. I've seen no bugs other than hundreds of teeny tiny little ants but I hope the bug guy makes them go away. They've been creeping me out! I even bought poison of my own to try and get rid of them. They ignore the poison. Anyway, if the bug guy comes early enough that I can make a bus trip across the island, I go tomorrow. Otherwise, I go Wednesday.

In the meantime, I hope to recover from my day of survival while watching a few episodes of The Riches. I finished up Weeds so now I'm trying to find another show to get involved in.

Aloha!

T Minus 55: Numbers

Maybe it's because I chose not to have kids, but I still don't understand parents when they tell people their baby's age. The baby is one year old. Just say "One." You don't have to say something superfluous "Fifteen and a half months."

Thinking about that made me think about my countdown to October. In just a few days, I can say "Six weeks to go" instead of 54 days. Maybe the smaller numbers will make it go quicker. Maybe the new mommies use bigger numbers for some psychological reason too. Still, that kid is one year old. Just say "One."

The gallery was slow again tonight. It gave me a chance to start studying up on the artists. Since the boss left me a note hinting at pop quizzes coming soon, I thought it would be a good idea to redouble my efforts at learning this stuff. I even devised a system of sorts, a chart of each shelving unit in the gallery to use as a study guide. I included the art genre, artist name, artist code, art medium, and home island.

I hope it works. The pop quizzes thing makes me nervous. I've never been a numbers person. I don't like numbers. I like charts and diagrams, and visual things. I also don't learn well from just reading a book. Pictures! I need pictures!

On top of all that, my memory sucks. At the end of a day, I struggle to remember what I did that day. Remembering something like 300 artists - 300 - and all of the extra information that goes with each one honestly might not be possible for me. Now I get to be afraid of losing my job because I don't know enough by a certain time.

Four galleries on the island. I work in two of them. The variations between galleries are significant. I'm doing everything I can think of, short of flash cards, to learn all this stuff. It's daunting. Today, I mapped out the shelving units in one gallery, the smaller one. I didn't have time to map out the wall art, jewelry displays, or pedestals. And, like I hinted at, I still have a whole other gallery to focus on as well.

For me, it could easily take months if not years to remember all this stuff. I'll look at it tonight. Will I remember it when I wake up? Highly doubtful.

Speaking of waking up, I finally laid my hands on a power strip so I can plug in all my electronics in one place each night. Now I can have the tablet charger, lamp, iPhone charger, and external speakers all set up on "my" side of the bed. I've been sleeping on the side of the bed that The Hubby usually sleeps on, so...hope I don't wake up confused.

Of course, it doesn't take switching sides of the bed to make me wake up confused. When I wake up and look in that direction, my brain still expects there to be a person there. When I wake up and see a sofa like at the apartment last month, or an empty wall like at the condo each morning, it takes a moment for me to clear my head. I really miss seeing The Hubby in his spot.

I should watch some Weeds and get to sleep. I open the Front St gallery in the morning. Hopefully they can eventually work out a schedule where I don't have to close a shop one night and open the shop the next morning.

If you like rock, check out a band called Drop Nine. I chatted with a friend from high school who is a bad ass drummer (you know who you are). He told me about his new band, Drop Nine. I heard a song - awesome! I can see a label and album soon for those guys.

OK. Time for Weeds.

Aloha!

T Minus 56: Island Time

I love my new bed. Love it! This morning, I slept in quite a while, slowly waking nice and late. Even when I finally woke, I found I didn't want to get out of bed. Soooooo comfortable. At least I didn't work until 3:00 this afternoon, so I was able to enjoy laying around and being a bum.

I did need to eat, though, so I grabbed a couple hard boiled eggs from the fridge and had breakfast. When I came back to the bedroom, I decided to swap out the borrowed sheets I had on the bed for the new sheets The Hubby bought for us. The new sheets are organic cotton from Coyuchi. Having never heard of them, I didn't know what to expect but these may be the softest sheets I have ever laid on. So soft, in fact, that I couldn't resist laying back down and enjoying them until it was time to go to work.

I caught up on Twitter and then decided to read a story The Hubby wrote that took me on a very emotional roller coaster. He had me smiling, picturing the pups running around. He had me crying when I thought our boy had hurt himself. Finally, I ended up laughing with the final paragraph. I sure miss my family.

I finished my morning watching a couple episodes of Weeds and - finally - doing some laundry. No, my dryer still hasn't been delivered but the landlord came by to hook up a temporary dryer. The dryer is too big for the space it is supposed to be in, so the landlord ordered a replacement. The replacement, originally scheduled for delivery on August 10 and then August 12 and then maybe sometime this week, is now scheduled for delivery on September 12! The landlord felt bad so he came and rigged up a solution so that I could have a dryer until - if? - the other one gets here.

Today, I started really feeling like living on island time, so much so that I opted to take a bus that gets me to work 10-15 mins late. It turns out not to be a big deal. Work today was slow. Like molasses in winter slow. A few visitors stopped by to browse but one one $26 sale my entire shift. How's a girl supposed to make commissions on a single $26 sale?!? Luckily, I picked up an extra shift this week. Even better, my extra shift will be at the Lahaina store. I don't know whether I am managing or selling that day, but either way I'm happy for the extra work.

Home. Dinner. Very anxious to lay on my new super soft sheets covering my super comfortable bed. Have I mentioned how much I love my new bed? I see me laying down and pretty much falling asleep almost immediately, so I might not get in too many episodes of Weeds tonight.

Aloha!

T Minus 57: Awesome Day

I'm alive! I've beat whatever virus invaded my body and, aside from waking up to an alarm clock, today awesome. It started, of course, with the most restful night of sleep I've had since arriving on the island. The new mattress proved especially comfy and I woke up backache free this morning.

A couple watching the sun set
over the ocean in Lahaina

I nearly skipped around the condo while I got ready for work. Not really in a mood for tea, I decided to grab a bottle of water to enjoy with my muffin and set out for the gallery. I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the Pink Cruiser sitting there nearly begging me to ride her to work. I unlocked the bike, stashed everything in my basket, and hopped on. At that point, I only hoped I was well enough to be riding a bike but it turned out I didn't need to worry. The cruise down Front St was exactly what I needed.

I opened the gallery and immediately went to turn on the A/C. The owner likes for us to turn the A/C off overnight. The Hubby says she's probably just trying to control costs but first thing in the morning, it's a sauna in there. It might be a zero sum game given how hard the A/C has to work to cool the place down each morning.

Jeska arrived, bringing me a surprise - an iced coffee from Bad Ass Coffee! I officially love her now. The coffee tasted perfect, especially after having skipped getting one at Bad Ass when I visited Honokowai yesterday afternoon. I told her I felt really good, had slept really well, and was looking forward to working today. "Welcome back to the living," she said.

Watching the sunset is a
popular thing to do on the island

I spent the day learning - met 3 new artists - and helping out in the gallery. The artists I met today were Joel Heinz, Cudra Clover, and Janet Spreiter. I survived the entire 9-hour shift and still felt great when it came time to go home.

As I left work, I realized the sun hadn't set yet. Watching a gorgeous island sunset would be a perfect way to end the day. I pedaled almost all the way home, stopping near the end of the splash wall. I parked the Pink Cruiser, found a good spot to sit, and started shooting with the phone camera. Finally, I got the timing right and the clouds moved out of the way enough that I got some good pictures.

The sun setting over
the ocean in Lahaina

As I made my way home, twice men shouted out Aloha greetings though the way they said it reminded me more of Joey from the show Friends. I never realized, or noticed, before any guys attempting to hit on me. I remember many of my friends back in Vegas warning me that I would get hit on - a lot - when I got here but today was the first I noticed it. Maybe it was the Pink Cruiser that drew all the attention! That thought made me laugh. Silly boys.

I locked up the bike at the condo. It takes a lot less time to lock her up at the condo than it does at the Banyan Tree Park. I guess some bike rack thingies are more user friendly than others.

I found another use for the American cheese my Maui Momma gave me. I cooked a Morning Star burger patty in the toaster oven, toasted some bread, and made a patty melt type of thing with some mayo and pepper sauce. It went well with the steamed broccoli and the Wailua Wheat.

Finishing up the day with a pineapple popsicle and more episodes of Weeds.

Aloha!

T Minus 58: Finally!

I woke abruptly to someone knocking on my screen door. It bothers me that I don't have a peek hole in the door. I hesitantly opened the door and found a FedEx guy trying to manhandle a giant roll of cardboard up the stairs. It looked heavy. Finally! My mattress arrived. I heard the sound of angels singing and thought about dancing. I felt sorry he had to haul that thing up the steps by himself, but at least I wouldn't be sleeping on that air bed any more.

A pair of slippahs on the beach at
Honokowai Beach Park

As soon as I had the door closed, I set about unwrapping the vacuum seal and unrolling my mattress. I then managed to get it up onto the frame. I was right - it's heavy. As soon as I had it on the frame and my borrowed sheets draped across it, I laid down. It felt so much more comfortable than the air bed. I looked forward to getting a good night's sleep later tonight. I deflated the air bed and stashed it out of the way.

Now I just need for the sheets that The Hubby ordered for me to shop up!

After the workout I got getting the bed set up, I ate one of the muffins I picked up yesterday and headed for the bus stop. 3 days a week, they open a farmers market in Honokowai, and I wanted some fresh veggies.

While at the bus stop, an older Pinay, Ederlina, sat down and immediately started talking story like we were old friends. I listened as she told me about her kids, her grandkids, her deceased husband, her boyfriend, and herself. She invited me to come visit her at the Napili Market where she works, and then suggested I come home with her to eat dinner with her family. I started craving adobo again, and maybe some lumpia and pansit. She swore she wouldn't forget me when we parted ways for different busses at Whalers Village.

I finally reached Honokowai only to discover the farmers market ended at 11:00, which was before I had even gotten on the first bus. Disappointed, I browsed the indoor market but didn't see anything that really piqued my interest. I left empty handed.

Taco plate lunch at the Latino
Market in Honokowai. Package
deal for $9.00

Around the corner, in the same building, I found a Latino market that offers tacos for lunch. I ordered up 2 pork tacos, a side of beans, and a can of soda. In front of the market sits a lone table on the sidewalk, the only place to sit and eat, so I did. As I was finishing up, a 50-something beach bum type walked up and asked if he could share my table. As he ate, he assured me that I had found the best, truest, Mexican tacos there are to be found on the island.

After lunch, I summoned all my will power to keep me out of the Bad Ass Coffee shop that sits in the corner of that building. An iced coffee sounded good, but I had just had a soda I didn't need. After a quick browse through a small gift shop in the same building, I walked across the street to the Honokowai Beach Park where I sat for a while and watched the water rolling over a small reef. A few snorkelers floated in the gaps among the rocks, no doubt trying to catch a glimpse of the colorful fish - it was too early in the day to catch sight of a honu.

One thing I can say about Honokowai. It always seems cooler and breezier than in Lahaina. Today, it was downright windy for a while. After an hour or so, I sought out my bus back to Whalers Village. In between that bus ride and the bus back to Lahaina, I popped in Sephora to replenish my makeup. At island prices, this will be the last time I buy this type of makeup. It's time to find a different source.

Baby pineapple. So sweet,
juicy, and the center is still
soft and edible!

Back home, I texted The Hubby for a while until he said he was going to sleep. This 6-hour time difference kind of sucks. I grabbed a steak knife and sliced up the baby pineapple I had picked up. Perfect snack!

While eating my pineapple, I riffled through the day's mail. I heard that sound again, the sound of angel's singing, when I ripped open the envelope from the Hawaii Department of Agriculture. The traveling papers for the pups arrived! I apparently filled out all the paperwork correctly and paid the appropriate fees because I now have everything I need to have the pups delivered to me directly from the airline in Kahului - no quarantine, no 5-day wait, no cages. This next 58 days needs to fly by!

Traveling papers for the puppies.
Only 58 days until I pick them
up at the Kahului airport!

I celebrated my find in the mail with some cold fried chicken, mac salad, and a beer while watching more episodes of Weeds.

I hope business tomorrow is better than it was the other day. I could use some sales to pad the paycheck.

Aloha!