The abstract years…Today in Hawaii I did nudes (figurative work) by the pool. I also got out in the morning (early) and did some flora. I tried to do some fauna, in the form of chasing a rooster off our property, or maybe getting a picture of it flying down the driveway. The rooster, it seems doesn’t seem to know day from night. He starts to crow at 11 o’clock at night and keeps us awake. He has an odd sounding crow too, like he’s sick, but he’s not. He’s just annoying. We, in turn, want to kill him. So far, the rooster is winning. So far, that is. We have a BB Gun, we’re sleep deprived, and very pissed off at the rooster. Methinks his days are numbered.
The only question I have-is it true that roasted rooster is too tough to eat? (Gosh, I hope not.)
(Our vegan cook says he won’t grill it but I have plans for that too. We’re seriously contemplating putting a dorsal fin on it and passing it off as a rare breed of shark. Think our cook will notice?)
PETA be damned, I’m killing that thing.
Until next cock-a-doodle-DON’T…
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I saw her leave the luau
With the one who parked the cars
And the fat one from the swimming pool
They were swaying arm in arm
I could hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me
They’re singing,
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Yesterday she went to see
The Polynesian band
But she came home with her hair all wet
And her clothes all filled with sand
I didn’t have to come to Maui
To be treated like a jerk
How do you think I feel
When I see the bellboys smirk?
And I can hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me
They’re signing,
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
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Hi Frank!
I’m back from my stay with the “hula hula boys” and, all I can say is, “boy, was it fun!”
(Just watch out for that volcano.)
–Carol