“Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight, gonna have some afternoon delight…”
Regardless of the generation, the lyrics to the song by the Starland Vocal Band inspire humming, memories, and sly grins. It’s a song that ‘sets the mood’ and gives permission for “some afternoon delight.”
This Labor Day presented Hawai’i with weather begging for a day at the beach. We declined two invitations, and were committed to a day of complete relaxation. A hearty local breakfast of Portuguese sausage, eggs and rice washed down with Pog juice, and a marathon of either CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit or America‘s Next Top Model.
While the others compromised, I chose, as I normally always do if it’s the television over the ‘net, to customize our different membership sites. It takes a lot of patience, and it’s not as simple of copying and pasting, especially with Wordpress. But, it’s the process of learning that keeps me compelled, otherwise I’d still be trapped on MySpace. The success of MySpace is phenomenal, however it has peaked for me and I’ve been scouring the ‘net for other options which I’ve successfully found, as you can see from our sidebar.
Focused intently on customizing our social network sites, my compulsive disorder demands that they all have uniformity. This is difficult when your options are limited or it’s not written so plainly and you have to actually understand acronyms such as FTP or API, challenges for me when I’ve only just begun to understand RSS and XML.
I also realized that due to time and not necessarily inspiration I have neglected my blogs which were begging for attention somewhere in my subconscious.
And then, as though my soul was being pulled by a magnet, I looked over my shoulder towards Lilinoe. As we most always do, we smiled at each other when our eyes met. Our connection was fierce, our minds in sync, I began humming, “Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight, gonna have some afternoon delight.” Bravery caused me to motion with my eyes to the right, and she nodded. Caution caused me to motion with my eyes to the left with a bit of a frown towards the kids, she shrugged it off. The song was now louder in my head, “Aaaaaaaa AFTERNOON DELIGHT!”
We both stood up at the same time, our smiles never ceased, took a few steps from the living room, and entered our ‘special room.’ I spoke only two words as I closed the door tightly, “What flavor?” She answered, “Macadamia nut.” And we enjoyed two hearty bowls of ice cream on a very hot Labor Day!
“Aaaaaa AFTERNOON DELIGHT!”
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