I always take a picture of this sign in Lahaina. Maybe it's the Catholic in me, but there's something about it that I like. It seems witty and ironic yet sweet and hopeful somehow. I love the sacred mixed with the profane because I'm king of like this. All you'd have to do is read any journal entry of mine to know this, there's rarely an entry where I don't say God several times and then swear for good measure, so it makes sense that I would like this; a big huge neon billboard advertising the imminent arrival of Jesus.
I don't know when this was, if it was our first Thursday in Maui, or our second. All it says on the file is Thursday so I'm going to guess it was the day after my birthday when it was still raining pretty hard and we had another week before Scott would get there.
I've been pushing myself to edit these entries and photos so that they won't end up sitting around, waiting in a long line of entries saved here on my computer. I honestly have about fifty entries or more from the last several months that I've just never gotten around to putting up. I want to share them, that's one of the main reasons for my having written them, but sometimes it's hard to keep up.
Yesterday was the one hundredth year anniversary of the great San Francisco earthquake and I wanted to write about it -- tell you why I feel so connected to this earthquake, again, because my Grandmother was there at the time staying at The Palace Hotel when it happened, but when am I going to find the time, argh, and my Mom just told me about her experience with my Grandmother getting gas in the thirties when The Long Beach Earthquake hit.
She never told me this story before. I didn't even know there was a big earthquake here in the thirties. Mom was getting gas with my Granny and there were these boys who were gathering around the car flirting with her. She was always a man magnet with her big blue eyes, natural platinum blonde hair, and that gorgeous body. So these boys were hassling her, grouping around the car when suddenly the car began to bounce. She thought the kids were doing it but then she heard this large explosion. She looked around and saw everything moving and shaking. Things were falling. She panicked and bolted from the car. She said the sidewalk lifted up and was undulating towards her like waves in the ocean.
I think this happened late in the afternoon, around five. My Grandfather, who handled the business end of things for my Grandmother, was still at their factory in downtown LA. He was on the seventh floor. The building began to sway from side to side. All of the big heavy metal desks and tables started to slide towards him. This heavy commercial grade furniture and machinery, that wasn't bolted down, was sliding back and forth across the room. He was afraid he would be crushed, and spent a few frightening moments dodging desks, cutting tables, filing cabinets, and sewing machines.
A couple days later Grandpa drove Mom and Granny all the way to Long Beach so that they could see the worst of the damage. This was before freeways so it must have taken them hours, and Mom remembers seeing all of these crumbled buildings, some of them still standing but their facades had fallen into the streets. She said she was shocked that she could look into all of these people's rooms the way you'd look into a doll house.
I went skateboarding today. Yep, with my stiff aging knees, I actually got out my cute red cruiser board with the sparkly black grip tape and made myself skateboard. I bought it a couple of months ago when I took Beau and his friend Eric to this cool old skate shop in Santa Monica. I used to skate a lot when I was little. I loved it so much and I miss it so I bought myself a board too. I thought it would be easier to get back into, or onto, than it was.
When we all got home that day I realized that it wasn't going to be easy at all. It was actually pretty scary. I tried to get up a few times but the board would move away from me so quickly that I would lose my balance before I could lift up the leg I was using to push off with. I've had messed up knees since high school. I have a lot of arthritis and they're super stiff. I was just so afraid that I'd wipe out, so I gave up pretty quickly, thinking I'd come back to it another day.
Well, today was the day. I put on jeans and a long sleeve tee-shirt to protect my skin because I figured I'd be falling, a lot. The boys were in Beau's room playing with his X-Box 360 so I thought I'd go outside without them and practice without anyone watching me. At first I thought there was no way I was going to be able to do it. I'd put one foot on the board and get scared. Then suddenly I was able to lift up my back foot and move just the littlest bit. I whooped out loud when I got up the first time and then I just kept trying until I was able to travel a little ways. Eventually I felt brave enough to push off a bit faster and then I could travel a ways and push myself along with my back foot so that I could keep going.
When I thought I was doing pretty well I got the boys to come outside to skate with me. Of course they're so much better than I am, Eric is amazing, he's been skating for nine years and can do pretty much every trick you can think of. It's like watching Fred Astaire dance. He can spin the board, walk it in circles, flip it several times and land on it, stand on the side of it and flip it up, turn it several times and land on it, lean way back and drag his hands along the ground, you name it he can do it. So yeah I felt like the big fat geek Mom when I was skating with them, but God it felt good to take a risk and learn that I can still do some things. The cutest thing they do is this little dance tango thing they do where they align their boards and skate together holding each other like dance partners turning their heads back and forth every few steps. It's so cute. I wish I could show it to you. Afterwards I took the boys, or guys, out for a driving lesson in the convertible. Then Scott called and we talked for a while on our cell phones while he was driving home from work.
I wanted to wish my oldest online friend a happy birthday, wanted to make her a great card and post it like she did for me on her birthday, which was yesterday, but despite my earnest intention I just didn't get around to it. It's okay though because she's out of contact for the first time in ages -- she's on a creative spiritual journey -- and I was able to go over to her journal and website and put up a little note there. I've fallen way behind on wishing my Live Journal friends happy birthdays, way behind, and then there's Art Bell's sudden marriage to a young woman from the Philippines...I have plenty to say about that, but oh well, maybe I'll catch up with myself soon, I can always hope.
I had a facial today from this sweetheart of an aesthetician. I liked her so much I came back and got a bikini wax. The weather's been so bad that everyone is looking for indoor things to do. I don't have my man here with me so I figure I might as well get ready for him ; )
Of course I was going to gather some stories while I was getting work done. The sweet young woman who did my face and wax had a few interesting stories. She was really nice and fun to talk to. She said she was from San Francisco, had moved to Maui a few years ago, and was sharing a house in Lahaina with a lot of people. I think that's the only way people who aren't multimillionaires can afford to live here, if they split the rent. She has this great house, the rent is three thousand whopping dollars a month, and there are six people all bunking in different parts of the house. They have a big front porch and a nice yard. I would love to live here.
Here's her ghost story; she told me that when she was a little girl someone would come into her bedroom at night and sit on her bed with her -- someone invisible. This spirit, or entity, or whatever or whoever it was, would come in and shake the bed as it sat down. It would also leave a dent in the covers, a kind of mark where it had been. But the interesting and somewhat sad thing was that she didn't feel safe enough to share this with her parents. This went on for years and she never told them. I think that's so sad, to have something that scary going on and not be able to talk to your parents about it. I don't think she was really scared and I wonder if it wasn't a benevolent presence that simply wanted to watch over her or keep her company at night.
I've been soooo paranoid about the mosquitoes here because I normally get really torn up by them, but it's been pretty mosquito free, so far, probably because of the rain. I saw my first mosquito in bathroom at massage therapy center today. I was in this little bathroom and I head that telltale mosquito buzzy sound, then I spotted it, jumped out of the way and shouted at it. I said, "Oh no, you're not gonna get me. Fucker!" I thought I as alone but when I came out of the bathroom my aesthetician was standing right there. I laughed because I was embarrassed about being caught talking to what might have seemed like myself, but I probably made it worse when I said, "I, uh, I was talking to a mosquito."
This view lifts my heart because I know Napili and Kapalua are right around the corner, and I'm always so happy when I'm driving along this highway, except when there's heavy traffic, and even then I'm pretty cheerful, especially when I'm listening to a local radio station.
We spend a lot of time running back and forth between the market and our hotel. I've been living on Odwalla green Superfood drinks.
On my way back from the massage center I got caught in a heavy downpour. Most of the rain had been pretty gentle up until then. This was torrential and I've never experienced anything like this in Hawaii before. The skies were grey, the water was pounding down, making drumbeats on all of the leaves. I looked over towards the little beach snack shack where we get out towels and drinks and things and a big lightning bolt cracked the sky right over them. It was so loud and so close. I love lightning and thunder. I find it exhilarating and kind of sexy fun. But, there's a putting green here just on the other side of the pool and there was a dad out in the middle of this electrical storm with three little boys. Golf clubs and lightning don't mix, they just don't. I thought everyone knew this, it's kind of like we all know you shouldn't stick a fork in an electrical socket.
It blew me away that this macho golf happy dad wouldn't take his kids inside out of the storm, that he was just gonna play through damnit, not gonna let a little rain get in his way. Well, Gladys Kravitz that I am, I had to go and say something, nicely, because you know I'm always going to start of nice. I had to pass by them so I stopped and said, "Ummm, isn't it kind of risky to be playing with golf clubs in a lightning storm?" The poor drenched kids looked so relieved, but dad sure didn't. I thought he was gonna hit me. He put his hand up in this hard stop gesture and said something dismissive like, "I've got this under control lady, go away." So I did.
Tonight is half price sushi and bad karaoke night at Sansei, the best sushi restaurant on the island, and it's right next door at Kapalua, but it doesn't start until after ten and Beau can't go because it's an over twenty-one bar scene. Maybe I can go next week when Scott comes. I really miss my Scotty I can't wait until he gets here : )
...and another sunset.