She said: I thought you might like to take a trip with me.
He said (with one of those looks): No, thanks.
She said: But if you care, you share. Right? Besides. It’s free!
He said: Yeah. Free fall. I’ll pass. And I’m not talking about the top of the Nu‘uanu Pali, either.
She said: Pft. I flipped over a tricycle and suffered no more than a bruise and you’re equating a stumble over a rag rug to a dramatic leap from a thousand foot cliff?
He said: I don’t bounce like some people I know. I splat. Not an experience I care to repeat. Even as a martyr to chivalry.
She said: Too bad. You need a jolt to your funny bone.
He said: That’s nervy of you. Shall I get you one of those reflex hammers?
She said [brightly]: Would you?!
He said: Only if you share.
She said: Uhm, never mind. Just fix the rug.
He said: But if you care, you share. Right?
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Dear readers – have you been thinking that our blog entries have been reading like we’re just the eensiest bit stir crazy?
Well, there’s a reason.
A storm blew up from the southwest on Tuesday night (4-5 December 2007). A so-called CFC-type Kona storm. The rain fell and the wind howled. “Just your average nor’easter, except from the wrong direction”, he said, and went to bed.
Trouble is, O‘ahu isn’t Bar Harbor, Maine. They’re not used to this sort of thing ’round heah.
We found this out Wednesday morning. No electricity. No cell phone service. No bus service. Nothing coming in or out. The one set of power lines connecting our community with the rest of Hawai‘i was draped over the one road. We were cut off.
Power was restored to our complex a few hours later. Most of the rest of our neighbors were not so lucky.
We went out to see for ourselves Wednesday afternoon. Most of Wai‘anae looked more or less normal. But in a four-mile stretch between Wai‘anae Village and Nanakuli Village to the south, there were three swaths of about 200 yards each in which the power poles had been tossed around like matchsticks. The newspaper photo shows only one of the three. We had no trouble working out why the community was dark, and would stay that way for awhile.
We visited a grocery store. They were unloading all their perishables, for obvious reasons. The place was crowded. But there was no pushing, no shoving. Plenty of smiles (even if some of them were strained). We counted our blessings. I’m sure, so did the store owners and workers. I’m not sure this would have been the case if this kind of destruction had happened in Waikiki.
This (Thursday) morning, the road’s been opened. But it takes two hours to navigate that four-mile stretch of highway. And power has not been restored.
He’s thinking he should teach the locals about winter storms. And the locals can teach those who deal with winter storms about courtesy.