Now that I can talk about Hawaii

Let's hope this doesn't send me into a decline, but here are some of the pictures I promised. They're all taken from my Dad's iPhone, since I haven't uploaded my camera photos. Oh, and also since my camera completely crapped out on the second day and refused to work because it is possessed by Satan and then as soon as I got home was all, "What? No, I totally work, see? This is me working."

Not seething.

Anyway, my trip was amazing. I knitted and listened to the Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society audiobook on my iPod the whole way there. Except I had to take the earbuds out near the end because I worried they might be changing the shape of my ear holes permanently.

After the long flight, I arrived on Kauai and made it outside the airport to see my sweet mom and dad waiting for me. The sun was out, the air was soft and fragrant, flowers were in bloom everywhere, and my dad was holding half a tray of shrimp cocktail from Kauai's Costco. I was home.


We drove straight to the condo in Poipu, changed into our swimming suits, and went down to the beach to watch the sunset. My dad bought me a beach mat and a coconut shave ice with macadamia-nut ice cream. It was heaven. I'm serious. Actual Heaven had better be like this. (And yes, "My dad bought me . . . " and "My mom bought me . . . " do feature heavily in this trip's narrative, so be forwarned.)

I took this pic and sent it to GH (since my parents have morphed into Millennials and both have iPhones now) so that he'd know I'd made it safely and oh so happily. He, laid up at home with sciatica even though he is not even a pregnant woman yet, appreciated it.


And yes, I did abandon a pain-riddled man to go cavort on a tropical island while being spoiled by my parents. I bought and set up a big-screen television to keep him company (two, actually, except do not even make me get into that here but it will suffice to say that I am DONE with the single-handed buying and returning and wedging into cars and packing and unpacking and carrying up and down stairs of big-screen televisions). I stocked the freezer with chemical-, sodium-, and fat-laden convenience foods like french fries and chicken nuggets and frozen lasagna. I alerted the complex staff in case someone should report a certain smell coming from my apartment, and I lit out of there like a bat out of you-know-where.

After the sun was down, we went back to the condo and ate dinner on the back patio--grilled steaks, grilled pineapple, salad, and more shrimp. For dessert we drove out to Lappert's. I had a double-scoop cone with coconut and chocolate-macademia-nut ice cream.

Blissful sighs on Day One: 37