Sensational Shoes

The grandkeiki have colds. Not swinefluish; but colds none the less. It is a funny thing to watch whirling dervishes slow to a lava flow crawl. Although the mass destruction of the islands has been put on hold, the tag team combination of thing1 and thing2 still manage a respectible amount of vehicular dings and dongs on each other and the rest of us.

The magical thing about colds is how they take the whole caffine high of childhood and turn them into slow growing mold. They had a couple of days out in the high heat of early summer; at the beach and at the backyard playground. Sunscreened and watered down; they still do a pretty good impression of lobster. Not a complaint from them, as heavy slatherings of Aloe lotion (the BEST damn stuff when sunburnt; I do say) cooled the 2 off apres bath.

There is something to be said of childhood in Hawaii. Well, there are probably alot of things, but I'll stick to some of the things that ran thru my noggin when they were in mellow mode. The sensation of barefeet; wandering around and about through the thorns of Kiawe Trees, the enveloping crush of those same piggies wading in hot sand ever destined for the cool blue Pacific. The squeak of wet barefeet on ceramic floors; the infernal yell from adults that comes from wetting tiles.

Hot asphalt. The hummingbird like dance that is done to get across hot asphalt.

Vana. Vana is sea urchin. Sea Urchin thorns get embeded in your flesh below the surface. You get to go home and dig them out. Or you can have some one pee on your feet. (Bullshit; it doesnt work, it still gotta be dug out) *IDEA! New torture technique! ... Off track, again.

Any way, the sensational shoes permant to the legs of the 2 went with the old guy for a walk around the block, and sick or not, tired and hot, they still make me so glad to be with them. The world view from 2 feet nothing is so simple, beautiful and strange. Huge; closeted and immense. Just add some water.

And watch the flowers grow.

Aloha.