Hau’oli Makahiki Hou

I stumbled across the above video while playing with my new Christmas present – a Roku video thingie.

I wanted the Roku so that I could watch streaming Netflicks on my television rather than on the laptop.  While I understand it also had “channels” – I didn’t think on that too much.  The channels are a heap big bunch of fun – they kind of remind me of the old wild west days of early satellite television. I’ve already wasted enormous amounts of time on this thing reminding me why getting rid of television was such a good move for me.

Thus far I’ve watched several episodes of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, classic commercials, old Cary Grant movies, a live stream of the blizzard in New York, and cooking lessons on the preparation of monkfish.

Beach Walks with Rox were a nice little find.  While it wasn’t Maui, I did live in Hawaii as a child within walking distance of a beach nobody but me seemed to go to.

We left Hawaii shortly after Christmas one year and arrived on the mainland to what was a particularly harsh winter.  We drove from San Francisco to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan wearing what passed for winter coats in Honolulu.  I hadn’t experienced snow and certainly not snow of such magnitude.  The initial delight faded when the cold set into my thin bones.

We’ve had a white Christmas this year which has been aggravating, but pretty cool too.  It was nice having the day look like a Norman Rockwell painting.  But I’ve wearied of this now that I’m expected to resume something of a normal life.  My car has been at the bottom of the hill for 3 weeks.  My daily perambulation is getting old.

I’m certain a daily walk on a Maui beach never gets old. If you’re weary of snow, cold and winter, consider the video a small gift from me and Rox.

This is a busy week for me.  If I don’t do it later, let me wish a Hau’oli Makahiki Hou to y’all now.  [Translated:  Happy New Year] 

2 thoughts on “Hau’oli Makahiki Hou

    • We were required to HAVE shoes at school, but not required to wear them. There was a big box by the door that we threw our shoes into when we arrived at school. Upon returning home, the first thing my mother would do was to extract mine and my brother’s shoes from our lunch box. People think this is strange when I mention it. NOW I live in WV where the whole barefoot thing is really an issue.

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