A pointless lunchtime story.
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Jul. 7th, 2009 | 12:04 pm
I love to write, but I have real trouble sometimes coming up with things about which to write. Maybe I should start doing those Writer's Block things, where LJ offers up a potential topic and you write about it. Or.. I could just continue my trend of neglecting my blog for long periods of time.
But I promised that there were some Hawaii anecdotes that I'd share later. I can only remember one now.
So there we were hiking in a volcano, and Laura exclaims, "There's another one!" Random exclamations coming from Laura are not uncommon, but I dutifully inquired. She told me that she kept seeing pistachio shells all over the place, the whole time she'd been in Hawaii. I looked around. I saw no shells. I'd seen no shells. Laura has a reputation for making things up that nobody else can see (okayokay, there was just that one time we were riding our bikes and Laura kept seeing dead frogs in the road, and I never saw them). So I told her to point out the next one she saw.
We wandered on. She thought she saw some several times, but they always turned out to be sunflower seed shells, which I was willing to accept, but she said those were an anomaly, and it was pistachio she'd been seeing.
We get to the Thurston lava tube. We go through the dimly lit main tube. We come out the other side, and there's a gated area that is completely unlit, and you have to have a flashlight to navigate. We have no flashlight. But we go in the gate just to peer into the darkness. There's a family further in and we can see a dim beam of flashlight and hear their voices in the dark tunnel, and then there's one mid-teens boy back where we were, just where the light from outside meets the complete darkness of the tube. We shuffle along carefully as far as we dare, given that the ground is rocky, uncertain and wet, then decide we'd be dumb to go further without a flashlight and turn around to head back out.
As we're almost back to the gate, Laura says, "There!" and points triumphantly at the ground. Matt, Laura and I gather at the point at which she pointed (John hadn't wanted to follow us through the gate) and stare at the ground, and sure enough, there's a pistachio shell. We gazed at it for a couple seconds with rapt interest, talking quietly among ourselves about how Laura had been right, then we got bored and filed out through the gate, back to the light of the real world.
As we were going out the gate, I saw the teenage kid trying to act all nonchalant as he rubbernecked to see what we'd been gathered around. I jabbed Laura and jerked my head that direction so she'd look. Then as we walked up the path, we glanced back and saw the kid motioning his family, who'd returned from the darkness, to the spot we'd been gathered a minute ago. They were shining the flashlight down at the ground, trying to figure out what amazing feature of the Thurston lava tube we'd been admiring.
I imagine they were rather disappointed.
Laura and I couldn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes.
The End
But I promised that there were some Hawaii anecdotes that I'd share later. I can only remember one now.
So there we were hiking in a volcano, and Laura exclaims, "There's another one!" Random exclamations coming from Laura are not uncommon, but I dutifully inquired. She told me that she kept seeing pistachio shells all over the place, the whole time she'd been in Hawaii. I looked around. I saw no shells. I'd seen no shells. Laura has a reputation for making things up that nobody else can see (okayokay, there was just that one time we were riding our bikes and Laura kept seeing dead frogs in the road, and I never saw them). So I told her to point out the next one she saw.
We wandered on. She thought she saw some several times, but they always turned out to be sunflower seed shells, which I was willing to accept, but she said those were an anomaly, and it was pistachio she'd been seeing.
We get to the Thurston lava tube. We go through the dimly lit main tube. We come out the other side, and there's a gated area that is completely unlit, and you have to have a flashlight to navigate. We have no flashlight. But we go in the gate just to peer into the darkness. There's a family further in and we can see a dim beam of flashlight and hear their voices in the dark tunnel, and then there's one mid-teens boy back where we were, just where the light from outside meets the complete darkness of the tube. We shuffle along carefully as far as we dare, given that the ground is rocky, uncertain and wet, then decide we'd be dumb to go further without a flashlight and turn around to head back out.
As we're almost back to the gate, Laura says, "There!" and points triumphantly at the ground. Matt, Laura and I gather at the point at which she pointed (John hadn't wanted to follow us through the gate) and stare at the ground, and sure enough, there's a pistachio shell. We gazed at it for a couple seconds with rapt interest, talking quietly among ourselves about how Laura had been right, then we got bored and filed out through the gate, back to the light of the real world.
As we were going out the gate, I saw the teenage kid trying to act all nonchalant as he rubbernecked to see what we'd been gathered around. I jabbed Laura and jerked my head that direction so she'd look. Then as we walked up the path, we glanced back and saw the kid motioning his family, who'd returned from the darkness, to the spot we'd been gathered a minute ago. They were shining the flashlight down at the ground, trying to figure out what amazing feature of the Thurston lava tube we'd been admiring.
I imagine they were rather disappointed.
Laura and I couldn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes.
The End
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