Sarah and her parents leave today, their vacay ends
with a litany of chores, trying to leave
the housesit cleaner than it was before--laundry,
scrubbing, vacuuming, scooping cat poop.
Rolled Barry's pimpin whip to Makawao recycling center that
somehow eludes Apple maps,
each forced iOS upgrade worse than the last. When I
brought my HI-5s to be redeemed the
braddah
in charge informed me, "We outta money." "Can
I get a receipt for later?" "No." "Okaaay.
Where can
I leave 'em?" He pointed at a bin and I said goodbye
to a dollar fifty. It was worth it just to be rid of
them. Then I
dumped the non-deposits--musique to my ears. Bill
returned the rental car and we went
for a last dip (for Sarah, at least) at Kanaha but the north shore was
socked
in by rain so we detoured
to Kihei, if only for a taste
of 808
Deli's liliko'i pudding. Got the last one by
luck then bodysurfed a
few small
but shapely waves. Rainbows danced in and out
of focus on the drive back to Haliimaile.
Sarah and her parents left, Barry and Allison came
back, two planes passing in the night as I waited
in cell phone lot
listening
to a podcast. An even exchange,
three
for three--Bill, Jennie, and Sarah
for Barry, Allison, and Lili--and we
wound down the rainy night with
a double dose of Neil Breen.
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