The Bucduke Can't Sing

He may claim that I can't dance, but at least I try. He endured the monotone sounds of the marine and the video poker girl who entertained the bar for hours with their uninspired renditions of classic tunes. He sang backup as I payed homage to Christopher Cross with the underrated, "Ride Like the Wind." He watched in awe as Ryan sang classics "Runaround Sue" and George Michael's "Faith." He was brought back to life when Skylar revived the whole crowd with his country jams. And he even helped Lauren remember the lyrics to many of the half dozen songs that she belted out. But as we drove away from Tradewinds Karaoke Bar, his song slip sat safely in his pocket: Huey Lewis & the News' "I Want a New Drug" would not be butchered this evening...at least not by the Bucduke.

Whatevers Barney.

OK, I've been lame

Haven't been posting lately.  But talk about lame, Boy and Grasshopper haven't been participating at all.  Hard to get them to even read my postings.  Must be Waldo's presence.  Yes, Ryan has arrived.   Just in time.  Our neighbor who cashed the check I gave him to hook up to his water and electricity, did the freakout when he arrived for vacation.  Wanted us off his grid.  Had to ask the other neighbors to step in and provide the miracle elixir. We discovered much more enjoyable and trustworthy friends.  So, with Waldo's help, we been cutting trenches for our own water system throughout the property.  For days, we've had to muscle around this beast of a machine.  We're tired and grumpy and want to go to the beach.  And the weathers been odd.  The active volcano on the other Island is spewing through a new vent.  It's been affecting our weather.  It's hot, sticky and there's an ugly haze, similar to LA smog, just hangin' over the whole Island.  

We're basically done.........which simply means we're tired and we're quitting that job for awhile.  The bucduke's attention threshold has been met.  Back to the house.  

We've got permission to pour a concrete slab that will be the floor for a mechanical room and some piers for the sub floor system.  We've beefed up the floor system so it will support a concrete floor.  The building, although it will be our main living space, can be turned into an office, a garage or some kind of Agricultural building.  A future owner could then build a larger residence along with a guest house.  I just want to be able to park my "Syncro" in the house like Dan Tana of that 1960's TV action series.  Immaculate '57 Ford T-bird parked right next to the couches in the living room.  Very cool.

The pour is Wednesday.  Feltmans arrive Thursday.  Julie's on her way the next week.  Making the dream happen.  We're building a way of life we hope to share with our pals.  Come on over.  

There's red dirt everywhere.

All of us got tired of digging.  Grasshopper and "boy" decided to bail.  They went hiking on the Na Pali Coast.  It'll be a good one.  Some rough terrain and wet for sure.  They'll only be gone a couple 3 days but the 'Schlep-per' (AKA:'boy') looked pretty weighted down.  Not sure what they were packin' but I heard a lot of "what ever you want "sweekums" during the prep phase.  Without doubt, he'll be useless the rest of the week.  An intervention might be in order when he returns.   I think he's addicted to the "heavy breather".

Fortunately, Waldo's coming to town.  He grew up with both of them. His presence will be beneficial during 'detox'.  Hopefully, he'll be able to pick up 'Blake's"job site responsibilities as well.  But then again,Waldo's had his own problems lately.  The report on Ryan from his probation officer was disturbing.  He  warned me not to expect too much right off the bat.  Waldo's a college grad who had a great career in the hospitality industry in San Francisco.  He was the most respected restaurateur (House of Prime Rib) of every meat eatin' drunk on Van Ness.  He gave it all up to join a boy band.  Don't get me wrong, most of us real men from the 60's fantasised about being in a boy band.  But there weren't  any venues with that kind of music back then.  All that rock and roll shit was happening.   Bummer!  Anyways,  Ryan befriended the elderly 50+ something cougars and married a few of them for their money.  He got busted for being a polygamist.  He still wears an ankle bracelet.  It's all about life choices. Naturally, an ex-addict will be an asset during the reeducation  of "boy".

It looks as though the building of the Kilauea Round House might be on hold.