Leimamo’s Life

It’s not just cold, it’s freezing. Literally. Our temperature has reached 32 degrees tonight.

I had Meg pick my brother up from his apartment so he could have dinner with us when the sun was up and it was cold but comfortable. By the time we got ready to take him home, the windshield had frosted up and I had to use the washer to melt the ice from it.

I was just outside smoking a cigarette and the skies are so clear with bright stars twinkling above which means that it’s hella cold right now. It’s gonna be fun watching everyone scrape the frost off their car windows in the morning. Of course I won’t be able to see it because I’ll most likely still be snuggled under my fake fur blanket in my warm bed.

Tonight my prodigal son finally called back. I told him about us being at our friend’s house for Thanksgiving and he said he’s tired of being a guest at the “Institution” (my description). I think he’s realizing how much he’s missing with the family while he’s there. This could be motivation for him to do better in the future. It’s so hard to plan things that include him because he’s no longer in control of his freedom. We all just need to be patient and everything will work out in the end. Gotta have faith, right?

Meg has a friend visiting from Japan. He just got discharged from the Navy so he’s enroute to Florida by way of Washington then California. He’s a pretty good kid, very respectful. He’s comfortable around islanders because he hung out with the Hawaiian boys in Japan. Today, Meg made fried rice for breakfast. I asked if he had eaten and he said he doesn’t eat Spam. So I started harrassing him about wanting to be Hawaiian meant learning to LOVE Spam. I told him it was the island steak and every proud Hawaiian must eat it. He laughed, shook his head and said he never tried it before.

So, me and hubby left around noonish to run some errands and do a bit of grocery shopping. When we returned a few hours later, I asked if he was hungry because I bought some *clears throat* American food so he could have something to eat. Then Meg told me that he ended up eating the fried rice. He was so proud of himself, he boasted that he even ate the bits of Spam and it was alright afterall. I think we’ve successfully converted him. I think I’ll miss him when he leaves on Tuesday.

I forgot all about this but at the dinner one of my friends was wearing a Proud to be Hawaiian t-shirt and we all asked where he got it from. It was a gift from his mother in law but he said we could purchase the t-shirts online. I was thinking it would make great gifts for those who are away from home, like say my oldest son who reads this blog more than anyone else I know personally. But shhhh, I want to surprise him.