Would your landlord come to town and bring you a box of pastries he'd carried on the plane from Maui. Delicious, flaky manju crust filled with apple, pineapple, coconut or blueberries, cleverly impressed with little glyphs in the dough to tell you which filling each one contains.
In the interest of full disclosure, this was my dad's friend, who gave my dad the box with instructions to give half to us. So it's not like he came all the way here to visit us and give us goodies. But still. Omiyage rocks!
That was my first link. I hope it worked. Scroll down to the post entitled, "Ah, Hawai'i Nei...here I come" if you would like to read a hilarious ethnography of this practice (obligatory gift-giving).
Our weekend was good. Continuing in our surely unhealthy practice of complete co-dependency, we spent the whole thing together, unencumbered by the company of anyone who doesn't speak our language. The fact that I just say "we" and assume you'll know who I mean is itself unhealthy. Eh.
Dinner at the parents' house followed by a little Rainbows volleyball and the season premiere of Supernanny. A drive to Waimea (aka Kamuela) and Kohala (aka Kapa'au), where I bought my new favorite dress! A teal-and-maroon-striped jersey dress with a wrap front and shirred bodice. I can't describe it, other than to say it is almost exactly like a shorts jumpsuit I had when I was six, only a dress, without the sticky snaps at the shoulder that once caused me to pee on the bathroom floor as I hopped around, trying desperately to unsnap them.
It's sooooo cute! now, if I can just get up the nerve to wear it without irony. Clothing risks are a lot more difficult to take here. I could be ruined. Ruined!
Tomorrow is "Nerd Day" at school (homecoming spirit week), and I'm afraid one of my students is going to say, "Miss! You dressed up for Nerd Day!" no matter what I wear. I have a few who would do just that.
Sorry this post has no theme. Incidentally, I have become that teacher I vowed to never be: the one who teaches that stories have "themes." I might as well have gone to graduate school for an MBA.
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