Stayed on the other side of the island last night after a full day in service and a big Hapa-style dinner. I spend Christmans morning eating pancakes and editing my talk.
Then walking around what appeared to be a ghost-town, harassed an employee of the 'Crocs' store. Then fell asleep face down in the sand on the beach. Pretty good chrismus i say.
ALSO!!! I must have been good this year because I got the best present I could have imagined today.... I got to witness one of my most favorite and coveted meteorological sights today.... a full on water spout right off the Pali. I NEARLY WET MYSELF IN JOY. (and for those of you who dont share my enthusiasm in spinning columns of rising moist air and dont have a clue what a water spout is.... it looks a little something like this....)
I seriously could have cried i was so happy. I will never forget this day.
Later this evening I had to give my talk. Which is fine. But i realised something interesting about giving talks... it warps your sense of time. Yes. thats right. Allow me to explain: During the first portion of the school while you are anxiously awaiting your turn- your bladder miraculously fills to the brim and creates a very sudden and unexpected urge to pee. Call it nervous physical response or whatever you like, but..... it never fails. Problem is, at least for myself... I have this horrible fear that if I decide to take a chance and make a run for it, that the 25 min. I have before my part with disappear and I will re-emerge from the restroom to hear 'Sister Paquet?? Has anyone seen sister Paquet??' and see my householder sitting on stage nervously waiting for my appearance. Its as though the bathroom is some sort of time warping vacuum that distorts your sense of reality, so that you enter with 25 min. to do your business, thinking you've got plenty of time, and exit the bathroom to find out its like... next tuesday and everyone else left hours ago. days even. Does anyone else have this phobia?!
Anyway, in other news. Im still sick. I feel a bit like a 12 yr. old girl in an arm wrestling match against hulk hogan. And hulk Hogan is my sinus infection. Im getting my butt kicked. And consuming nearly a gallon of orange juice a day is doing other unpleasant things to me. I think its a lot to do with working too much, and sleeping too little. The pattern tends to be this: 3 or 4 days of no sleep is enough to make you cranky and tired, but after about day 5 or 6 it starts to feel like 'normal'. The fun kicks in after day 8 or so because at this point you're probably sick so you've consumed a number of cold medicines and sleeping pills. The end result being you now have a VERY hard time determining what has actually happened in real life, and what was a dream, or something you saw on TV. Delirium- Its very confusing but makes daily life much more interesting.
Oh, and I celebrated the sale of my car by purchasing myself some new sweatpants.
So life's pretty good.
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