Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Watching The Paint Dry

The outside of our house is being painted today. I'm not sure why. I didn't request it. I was just given a notice on Thursday: Your house is scheduled for painting; move your stuff indoors.

So today, a bunch of men showed up and fenced off the house with orange webbing.They trimmed all the hedges, then they papered over every window. It was like being in a cave.



The dogs were not pleased.

There were strange men surrounding our house looking through the windows and the dogs first tried to eat them through the glass then they cowered at my feet under the computer desk. After talking soothingly to them for an hour, I finally got them to settle down but they still couldn't totally relax.

Ringo was willing to partially lie down, but he was poised like the sphinx on full alert.


Rigger crashed on his side and started snoring, secure in the knowledge that Ringo and I would protect him from whatever was out there.

Ah, the security of youth.

Eventually, Ringo started whining to use the bathroom. I put his leash on, we shot out of the house past the workers, he watered the grass, and we headed straight back inside. Of course, Rigger was waiting at the door. If one dog goes out, the other one goes out. Them's the rules and Rigger knows it.

I snapped Rigger's leash on, made sure none of the workers were nearby and opened the door. Rigger saw the paper covering the screen door and backpedaled through the living room in terror. I tried to convince him to go outside but he was having none of that. A full bladder was not a bother as long as he didn't have to go near the paper.

A little while later, he started whining to go out again. He doesn't have much memory. I snapped his leash on him, opened the door, and tried not to get drug through the house as he ran away from the paper again.

Another hour passed, and he wanted to try again. I attached his leash, and leaned out the door. One of the workers was standing by the sidewalk. He was wearing a hard hat. Hard hats are a no-no around Rigger. "Would you mind moving?" I asked the man. "My dog is scared of hard hats, and I've got to get him outside to use the bathroom." The man looked at me like I was daft, but he obligingly moved.

Too late. Rigger had already spotted him. I tried to pull Rigger out the door but he promptly sat down and I nearly pulled his collar over his head. "Katie! Go get me a piece of pepperoni!" I called. Katie came with the pepperoni and tossed it to me. Rigger smelled it as it went overhead and decided the piece of pepperoni might just be worth the terror of passing the paper. He was halfway out the door when he suddenly changed his mind again and tried to retreat into the house. I held my ground, afraid that if I didn't get him outside, he would eventually just pee forty gallons or urine in the house somewhere. I looked around and spotted another hard-hat worker bemusedly watching me tug-of-war with the giant dog in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, but he's afraid of your hat. Could you back up a little?"

"He's afraid of my hat?"

"Yes," I explained. "He doesn't like hats, coats, backpacks, anything with wheels, or anything that has been moved out of its usual place. Could you just go hide for a minute?"

The nice man went around the corner and and I heard several men burst into laughter as he told them the story. I finally managed to coax Rigger out into the yard with the piece of pepperoni. He fled outside the temporary fencing and peed in the neighbor's yard.

It took all I could do to convince him to come back into our yard. There were large black garbage bags of hedge clippings sitting around which didn't help Rigger's confidence. I finally made it to the porch and he flattened himself against the steps like he was afraid of an air raid until I could get the door open. Once he made it through the front door, I had to chase him down to get the leash off of him.

I may never get him to leave the house again.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Navy Ship Arrives

Today we were on Hickam AFB and realized that a Navy ship was coming into Pearl Harbor.

We pulled into an area where we could get a good view of the ship as it came closer.......

...and closer....

....and closer!

All the sailors were dressed in their whites and were standing at attention all along the sides of the ship. The people on shore were waving and calling out the names of particular sailors they were there to see. It was quite exciting to see them arrive!

Friday, June 17, 2011

At Camp

Ben and Emily will come home from missionary training camp today! It will be good to see them again although they start their Bible clubs on Monday so they will be busy all summer.

Fortunately, someone on Facebook posted photos from camp so I'm able to see a little bit of what they've been doing. Because this is Ben's third year, I pretty much know their routines, but it's still nice to actually see them doing their work.

Emily's first club. She's wearing the yellow shirt designating her first-year status.

Blowing up a beach ball. I remember this game from last year. There are questions written all over the ball. The kids all toss the ball around and when you catch it, you look at the question under your right thumb and answer it for everyone. It's a way of getting to know more about each other.


Ben's white "this is my third year" tee-shirt.

Something about this tree invites people to pose in it. Emily's hiding in the leaves up there.

Class time!

The teens have a lot of quiet time in which to study or reflect on verses. The landscape around the camp is dotted with individual teens looking for a quiet place to work.


Of course, while scrolling through the photos, I spotted Ben's quiet place.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Yep, That's My Son

Katie and I got to go visit Ben and Emily at camp for family day. Emily had missed Katie and spent a lot of time talking with her and playing with her. Katie was thrilled to be missed.

That's Emily's bunk on top. She had hung her beach towel from the rafters so it would dry.

This is how Ben gets to his bed. He climbs up on a neighbors bunk......

....crawls across the beams in the ceiling.......

....all the way to his mattress, which he has hoisted into the rafters.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Papa'iloa Beach

Who knew?

We have friends who are staying in a house right on Papa'iloa Beach on the North Shore. This beach is in a private, residential area. All beaches in Hawaii are public, but because this one is in a neighborhood, it's not as popular because there is no public parking. So there aren't usually very many people there except for the folks who live there.

You can walk to it from further down at any time though. It isn't restricted.


The kids enjoy it because there is a big sand dune they can sled down on their boogie boards.

It's a very pretty, quiet beach. Three young sea turtles were swimming just off the shore.

At this time of year, there are just enough waves on the north shore for boogie boarding in the shallow areas.

Everyone got a chance to go paddle in the kayak.

But the thing that makes this beach so noteworthy is that a number of episodes of the television show "Lost" were filmed here. I have never seen "Lost", so was completely unaware of how exciting this beach is.

One of the times we were walking down this beach, we saw a small wedding taking place. Now I wonder if the bride and groom were big fans of the show and wanted to be able to show all their friends that they were married on the "Lost" beach.

Christian Camp

Ben and Emily have gone to camp.

It is a beautiful area to camp in .

They have group cabins and bunk beds. Ben is going to have a blast. Emily is not going to get enough sleep.

I only had my cell phone with me, not the camera, but there is a sailboat sitting out there in the water at the end of what used to be a dock.

I don't remember ever going to an away-camp. Possibly I did and I've just forgotten. It wouldn't be the first time I've forgotten something.

I do remember that my sister went to camp and got to spend the night and our mother bought her Pearl Drops Tooth Polish which was quite the glamorous tooth paste and I coveted it.

It's funny that I remember nothing else about her camp experience except her toothpaste!

Monday, June 6, 2011

A Very Merry Unbirthday

Ben turned seventeen this weekend.
He's now at that age where he's too old (says he) for birthday parties. He did not want a cake, he did not want a party, and he absolutely did not want anyone to sing to him. He finally agreed to have a few friends over for an ice cream cake (no candles) but told them not to bring presents and he insisted on opening his presents from us before anyone got here.

Just for the record, I still want everyone to throw me a party on my birthday and I want presents and lots of them.

Katie drew a book for him which is about a girl with a magic flute which magically makes a birthday cake for him. He promptly tossed it aside in a big brotherly fashion. I thought it was adorable and I'm saving it for later. He'll appreciate it more when he's forty or so. I'll give it back to him then.

Emily crocheted a birthday cake. That girl is all kinds of talented. I can't even crochet a string.

Ben has a really quirky sense of humor so we always try to get him a few oddball things. He's a pickle fiend (all my kids are) so we found him some pickle flavored mints and pickle flavored dental floss. I know you all are going to run right out and try to find some for yourselves. It's available on Amazon.com.

You're welcome.

Because he is a bacon fiend, we also found him a wallet which looks like it is made of raw bacon. We gave him bacon scented soap last year but he said it just made him sticky.

I asked the girls to wrap Ben's gifts. They thought it would be amusing to wrap one of them in ten layers of colored duct tape.

He had to unwrap each layer a little at a time.

He unwound and unwrapped. Unwound and unwrapped.

And while the girls were greatly amused, I could tell by the expression on his face that their joy was completely wasted on him.

His new tee-shirt pretty much summed up his feelings about the entire event.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

New Worship Team Member!

Emily got her first chance to play guitar in public! She joined the worship team for a Sunday morning service!