I’m In Maui, Day 24!
Well, that’s all folks. I’m sick as a dog, covered in paint, exausted, weepy, and dying for a final bubble tea, but my flight out of here is this evening. And, of course, I have had fun, and it’s been lovely being in Maui again, and it’s been doubly lovely being in Maui with a car and a drivers license since it’s so much better to get a grasp of what’s going on that way, and it’s been triply lovely having Peter come join me for a spell (we were forbidden from every bringing friends when my grandmother was around; that she let my eldest cousin bring his friends was probably a prescient sign of her coming deterioration). Plus I’ll have some fun exciting news when I get home.
Anyway, just to give you all an idea of what all the whining was about:
And now:
(Unfortunately, I remembered taking the first one from the side which is why I did the second one at such a jaunty angle. I apologize for the nonparallelity of it.)
(I would include a picture of the bedroom but there’s stuff all over the bed and to clear the stuff off the bed would necessitate putting the computer away, so you’re going to have to wait for that till I get home.)
April 13th, 2008 at 3:34 am
(we were forbidden from every bringing friends when my grandmother was around; that she let my eldest cousin bring his friends was probably a prescient sign of her coming deterioration).
Hahhahaha! Heh, Heh, um.
My Aunt Eloise arrived at 7:30 a.m. one fine Sunday Morning in June in the jointly, severaly and otherwise owned beachhouse. Occupied by 5 seriously inebriated 17 year old boys. It was all I could do to remember her name. LOL. The sun, it was terrible. To this day she has never squealed on me. (I think). Heh, later became Superintendent of Skools of the area.
April 13th, 2008 at 12:47 pm
Awesome.
I’ve just bought a house in Oz. Needs a bit of work. I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.
April 14th, 2008 at 9:22 am
Beautiful work, and not easy in those conditions. Do you have a gas-grill on the balcony? It’s practically mandatory. I’ll bet one reason for forbidding extra-friends was that it’s harder to kick two out than one if they decide to take up permanent residence. Everytime I go I don’t want to come back, ever.
April 15th, 2008 at 9:56 am
I’ve raised my fees. Besides travel and a modest per diem, I’ll expect my wages paid in vitamin drinks.
April 15th, 2008 at 2:22 pm
Are teh chars babmboo or rattan? I can’t tell.
April 16th, 2008 at 9:48 am
Um, they’re bamboo-shaped. They used to be painted 70s off-white, then Grandma handed them over to some lady who “dipped” them a medium brown (Grandma gave me a big lecture on how that was the only way to properly paint chairs, to get the paint all in the crevices) and then rubbed on a dark brown in streaks to mimic wood grain (seriously, until I started sanding them down and saw the brown chipping off, I’d forgotten that whole episode and I thought they were just stained bamboo). So what do they tell me to do? Paint the chairs. I spent at least a week on them. I could have spent that last week relaxing and not getting as sick as I did, but nooo. My aunt had done new seat covers. They told me to paint them. So then the last night I call home to tell them that I’m not going to finish them and dad says in the background, “if they’re so hard to paint why didn’t she just buy new ones?”
I could have killed someone.
The couch is rattan.