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Pops in town

My dad arrived last night. He just made his connection, but his luggage did not. No problem. It made it's way up to the rainforest this morning before 9 a.m. That made him feel better. He was fretting. Really fretting. My dad doesn't travel much, so every aspect of the trip is an adventure. He's content now. It's always comforting to know you'll be wearing your own underwear throughout your vacation.
Yesterday was perfect. Beautiful, sunny skies with a slight breeze. It was sunburn weather, to be sure, as I spent a few hours on the tractor, cutting grass under the tropical sun. There was no vog and few clouds. It was a really rare day.
Today, was not sunburn weather. Today was curl-your-hair, rust your underwire weather. First, we braved the deluge to get to the highway. Hilo was drier, but no less challenging. The Thanksgiving meal shoppers were out in full force, jamming the aisles of KTA. There were hundreds of pumpkin pies stacked in the bakery and they were being snapped up quicker than you could say high fructose corn syrup. We grabbed one. Pops and I adopted a pretty successful approach to our shopping. It was really tough to push a cart down the aisles. So dad guarded the wagon while I perused the shelves, unencumbered by the cart. Sometimes I found myself turning sideways to get between all the other people and their overloaded wagons, to grab what I needed. Then, fleet of foot, it was back to the cart and on to search for the next item. Of course, without a list, I forgot to get a few things. That's kinda my shopping style. Still, we managed nicely and will enjoy a nice feast on Friday. I'll be working at ye 'ol wine factory on Thursday. So Ron and Dad will be on their own for the official Turkey Day, watching games, scratching, drinking, swearing, eating junk food and doing what men do. MY dad's pretty chatty, so I suspect Ron's ears will be bleeding by the time I get home.

A hui hou. Aloha!

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