Your World As I See It

So Thanksgiving was a good time over here, everyone came by to say hello, though the party was cut a little short, naturally, by Grandpa coming back out of the house to shoe away all the "noisy ladies," as he would say. The rest of the week was fairly normal, for two guys out on the town. Grandpa still likes getting out - he's prepared to go to lunch hours before the place opens. On Monday we tried to go to our favorite little place, Sunrise restaurant. You have to get lucky, because they are only open for lunch two days a week. I thought I had things figured out just right, but it turned out that they had taken the whole week off for the holiday. Oh well. So we ended up going the Gyotaku instead. Restaurants being closed won't stop us from living it up, I suppose. The more interesting development lately has been Grandpa's determination to get me a date. Like our other adventures, he decides things are better if he makes things up as we go. This started out as...

Wednesday started out with a rather innocuous request from Grandpa: let's go shopping. No big deal, right? After all, this seemed to be just a continuation of his rather adventurous week, with all the dining out and walks to the park and such. So we get out to the car, and it occurs to me that I have no idea where we are going. Grandpa tells me he wants to go to Sears. After a few minutes of thought, I recall that Sears is at Ala Moana mall (duh). So I drive there without any trouble (unless you count bicyclists who have no concern for their own lives). I think that we might be there to visit Vivian at the hair place, but Grandpa says that we need to go to the power tools section and get a cordless weedeater. This gets my spidey-senses tingling, so I decide to give Aunty Flo a ring. After leaving a brief message with her receptionist (haha, Karen), I start stalling. We leave the weedeater with the salesman, because Grandpa needs a power drill or screwdriver as well. We do, of co...

Auntie Florence told me that Grandpa would probably just like to eat his jushi for lunch, and may we would go out to eat two times in a week. Grandpa obviously had other plans. Auntie Flo laughed and said that Grandpa thinks he needs to take care of me, rather than the other way around. Marissa suggested that Grandpa has just been waiting for the opportunity. I think they are both right. Our first day at lunchtime, Grandpa comes out and says that we have "no more nothing" for lunch and that we need to go out for lunch. We obviously have different definitions of what an empty fridge looks like, but I'm not the argumentative type. So we go out to good old Like Like Drive-In. Grandpa immediately orders the butterfish. I guess you get to a point in your life when you really do know what you want, no matter what those Olive Garden commercials would have you believe. While we're eating, I get the call about the new job. The call itself started rather hilariously. K...

The flight over was rather uneventful, though it was a little bumpy. I found myself in an extremely lucky situation - no one had the seat next to me. It's the little things that make me smile. Another thing that makes me chuckle - someone always thinks that the plane has overshot the runway, because they've never flown into Honolulu before, and don't know that the plane has to take a long turn around to get into position to land. Then someone else wonders why we aren't landing on the small military airfield. Haha. The plan bounced a bit on the landing, much to the delight of a few small children in my section. "Let's do it AGAIN!!!" they shouted. It was good to see uncle Aki again; he doesn't seem to have changed much at all since the last time I saw him. One thing I can always count on when driving in Hawaii with uncle Aki: complaints about how people drive in Hawaii. He told me the story of how he went so far as to call into the Japanese radio sta...