We first started on Numbah 20. Iwakalua in Hawaiian. Maybe that will be her name.
We first started on Numbah 20. Iwakalua in Hawaiian. Maybe that will be her name.
Well, it started with my lovely Joe Jorgensen myrtlewood spinning wheel, which I bought from my spinning teacher. I’d always wanted a myrtlewood wheel and she wanted to sell hers. So. It became mine.
K’den. Hope dis da lass time I gotta do dis!! Get on da kini popo, Moki!
17 July: Spinning for Tour de Fleece. Actually, I think I should call it Tour da Fleece. LOL.
Eh, who like go back to Montana? ME!!! K’den. We go!!
Last time, long time ago, we had just left the Best Western Motel in Orofino, Idaho. Best motel we’ve ever stayed at by far! I easily could’ve stayed there for days!
There is a reason why this is called the Clearwater River. I picked this route to Bozeman because I knew we’d love travelling along this route. It meant taking much longer to get there, but it would prove to be well worth the extra hours.
Ya know, Tour de Fleece was just wonderful. I did some handspinning every day, and I accomplished a lot, learned a lot, and had a lot of fun. But I also got ‘way behind on my posts, and I really didn’t want that to happen. But alas, it did.
So to recap, here are some TdF photos. Then we’re on to other exciting journeys.
Yes, Kalakoa jumped onto my lap while I was spinning and her fur got caught in the twist of the fiber! It came out easily though. Good thing!
This is my favorite collage: On July 4th.
Love these colors!
Close-up of spun yarn.
Everything I spun during the Tour de Fleece.
I decided there’s no way I can play catch up, so if you’d like to see my July photos till today, try go here.
The Tour de Fleece is going on right now, same time as the Tour de France. Who woulda guessed, right? This is a time when handspinners all over the world challenge themselves to spin something wonderful. Some people elect to be on a sprinters team, spinning fast and furious. Speed is of the essence here. But it’s not for me. Others are on a breakaway team, spinning all kinds of wonderful art yarns. There’s a team for rookies, those who’ve never joined Tour de Fleece before. I’m not on either one of those teams.
Instead, I’m in the Peloton, spinning happily along with other spinners. I’m also on several wildcard teams, which are specific for things like the brand of spinning wheel we use, or the fiber we use from a certain company. One of my favorites is the My Knitting Has Cat Hair In It team.
Each day we spin, except on the designated rest days just like those on the Tour de France. Some people spin anyway. The main thing is to challenge yourself, and I’ve done that. So far I have two finished yarns, and while I was spinning them I really learned a lot.
I am inordinately pleased with this yarn. It was a challenge for me and it just makes me feel good!
This makes me feel good, too. My Bird of Paradise bloomed again out on the deck!
Today is my papa-san’s birthday, and he hasn’t been out of my thoughts all day long. He has never been out of my heart.
As far as I knew, there was only one photo of the two of us together when I was little, which is a very sad thing for me. There are lots more photos of him with my siblings; I don’t know why, but it’s how it is.
So today I went searching through my mom’s old photo albums looking for more pictures. This is the only one that I knew about with just him and me together. My mom told me she took the photo because my profile was the same as my dad’s. I thought there was a bigger photo, but this was the only one I could find; I love it despite the crease in it.
I was about a year old here, and we were living on Tantalus, high above Honolulu.
Dad loved sailboats of all kinds; he would help people out by painting their boats for them. Somewhere there’s a photo of my brother and I with him, but I couldn’t find it today. In this one, he’s rowing us around the Ala Wai Yacht Harbor… I think I’m about three here, and my brother, two. Obviously our mother wasn’t concerned about our not wearing lifejackets… we never did. And we never fell in, either.
As I went through the albums, I was unbelievably happy to find one more photo of Papa-san and me. I never even knew it existed! Plenny wai maka to see it.
I have his curly hair. I have his profile. I have his koko running through my veins. I have his vagabond spirit, his love of the sea, and his love for sailboats and old cars. My life was made richer because of this man I call Dad, and I only wish he could have stayed with us much longer than he did. I like to think that he would have been proud of the woman I grew up to be.
Hauʻoli lā hānau, e Papa-san. I will never stop loving you.
Ho, I stay so far behind! Taking photos every day, but then get too busy to post ‘em.
My neighbor was trying to ride her horsie up this road. Only one problem. He didn’t want to go there. I stopped the car and watched. She was kicking him like crazy, but nope, no how, no way, was he going to go any further.
I was hoping that when my odometer hit 1000 miles I’d be somewhere where I could take a photo of it. And I was! On Hattan Road in Oregon City on my way to Beavercreek, with no one behind me! So I stopped wikiwiki and took my photo!
In two days I will have this new kawila for a month. And I love it!
I really miss my dad. He was an awesome man, so full of life; he loved music, taught me how to play guitar and ʻukulele, passed on to me (and my brother) his love of old cars, had the voice of an angel, loved sailing (took my brother and me sailing around Diamond Head all the time in our very small sailboat), and loved life.
He was patient when he taught me to drive, and was one of the most courageous men I have ever met in my life. He was kamaʻāina to the core, loved our islands, and blessed me with his love for the land.
I miss him more than words can say; his life was tragically cut short ‘way too soon.
I wasn’t born yet when this photo was taken by a street photographer in downtown Honolulu… I love it.
Okay, try wait. This truck is on the road. It’s stopped at a light. I come up behind it. I am also turning left. How can I not follow it? And what about after we turn the corner? Do I have to go a different way so that I don’t follow it?
In the pasture around the corner from us, the lupine is blooming. It is so beautiful!!
Nolemana and I had an appraisal to do up in Government Camp; it was a gorgeous day, and the mountain was out!
We’re having GW Construction in Gresham build a carport for my new kawila; we should’ve done it years ago, but didn’t. And as a result, my white van was hard to keep clean; she’d get fir sap, fir pollen, and fir needles all over her. As soon as we had a little extra kala, we hired Orvill to build us a carport next to the garage. Because, ya know, there’s stuff in the garage! Which we’re slowly getting rid of, by da way.
The truck bringing the lumber had to back up all the way up our very long driveway. 1/10 of a mile, and an 18% grade at the curve. Orvill walked behind, guiding the driver of the long flatbed. They all finally got up, not without panting on a certain member of the team. But no trees were broken, and the flatbed didn’t even get a little bit off the driveway. So all was good.
Here’s the truck with the lumber and other supplies in front of the garage.
I had to leave, and my car was parked a ways down the driveway so it’d be out of the way, but as I passed the lumber truck I turned around to look at it. Ho da big!!
Ever seen “Duel” with Dennis Weaver! Todally scary dat movie! And the front of this truck reminded me of that.
Eh. Try look! Stays snowing outside! In June!
Nah nah nah. It’s da fluff from da cottonwood trees. LOL.
I can’t put my license plate on yet because I haven’t gotten my new registration, but in the meantime my license plate frame tells the world that I’m a local girl to the core!
But I don’t have that many pairs of slippahs, however!
I can remember the old Honolulu Airport, where we could walk up to the chain link fence to either say “aloha ʻoe” or “aloha!”, depending on whether someone was leaving or arriving. I have a photo of two of my siblings and I standing barefoot, next to our lei-decked papa-san at that fence, the plane he was going to fly in just on the other side.
Of course, back in those days, there were no commercial jets… ho, makes me feel so makule, yeah? They were all prop planes. So today, when I heard a plane flying over, I knew it wasn’t a jet, and quick as a wink I snapped this photo on my cell phone.
We were all so happy when our papa-san came home again, once again bedecked with fragrant lei.
I know, I know. I said that the spinner gets to stay on the kawila till it alla way falls off. But when we turned in my white car to the dealer, we took it off, knowing that they would anyway. We said aloha ʻoe to it for three years of faithful spinning, and put the new one on the new kawila.
Ho da bright!! I’d totally forgotten what they look like when they’re new!!
My kawila, my faithful kawila, used to have all kine stickers on it. Like “100% Tita”, and “Live Aloha”, and “Aloha Happens”. But today it is bare. Nomo da IZ sticka on da side window. Hakum? Cuz dis kawila get 173,000 miles on it and it’s tired. It’s taken us to California twice when my mom wen mahke. In it, we wen take da Montana Road Trips, twice, chru Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, and back again.
I wen take her up to Bellingham to see my hānai sis four times ova da years. We wen go holoholo kaʻa to Eastern and Central Oregon. Da kawila has been packed full to da roof wit stuffs from my mom’s hale and it’s da most comfortable car I eva wen ride in.
It’s carried dogs and cats in it, and even two lambs. It wen take me to several Alohaworld mini-gatherings in Washington, and it’s da car dat two of my hānai braddahs wen help me get one new battery into.
Aside from normal maintenance and an alternator and water pump, dis kawila hasn’t given me a minute’s pilikia. Faithful to da max dis kawila.
We wen buy her used eleven years ago. But now she’s tired. Da electrical system stay going wacko at times. And so now is da time foa say “aloha ʻoe” to dis friend, dis car I love, dis car dat wen carry us on all kine advencha.
So Nolemana wen take off alla stickers. He wen vacuum it foa me and wen wash it foa me in preparation foa trading it in. He doesn’t undastand hakum I’m so emotional about a car. But I am. No can help.
Da car is bare now. But I neva going forget her. Neva going forget da miles we wen travel togedda all ova da Northwest back again. I love dis kawila. And I get plenny wai maka about letting her go.
This awesome Chevy was following us down Sunshine Valley Road; I pulled over so Nolemana could snap a photo of it. I’m pretty sure it’s a Chevy Deluxe 1952. It was really loud, and wish I’d felt good enough to follow him for awhile and get more photos. My brother Kaniela and I love love love old cars like this. Mahalo, Papa-san, for giving us that gift!