Twenty Dollars of Pumpkin

We knew we were in for a wet and soggy day, but our trip out to the east side of the island couldn’t be avoided. Since most people decided to stay indoors, there was no traffic at all despite some rain and wet roads. Praise Allah.

She can slice her own (soft) food!

She can slice her own (soft) food!

The first matter of business this morning was Abby’s doctor’s appointment. Lynnette dropped Mad and me off at McDonald’s for a breakfast date. It was wonderful. We spoke of Pokemon (of course), Monopoly – “Dad, if we won all the money we could go on more trips and see the Mets! – and Hurricane Ana.

“Is it going to be a big storm?” Madison asked. “I think it’s going to miss us to the south,” I said. “But it’s still going to be rainy and stormy?” she asked. “Yeah.” “Ah-boo!” Mad said. This is Lynnette’s standard reply to any kind of revelation which opposes her desires. One-Day Sale coupons don’t apply to the Special of the Day? Ah-Boo! Well, Madison has taken to using this response as well. I often wonder what Madison would be like if she spent as much time alone with Lynnette as she does with me over school breaks. I don’t know, but I know enough to know I hope it never happens.

Walker gang initiation.

Walker gang initiation.

The reason for both Abby’s appointment and our drive out to Aina Haina was the trip we’ll be taking this fall. We’re going to have to board Abby and today was our Aloha Pup’s introduction to the woman (and her dogs) who will be taking care of her. Everything seemed to go well. Abby sniffed a ton of dog ass and likewise offered her own backside to the noses of the other dogs. She didn’t cry or run away from the other dogs. She did try to sneak out with us when we left her for a couple of hours (in order for the sitter to get an idea of Abby’s temperament), but that was about it. I think it’ll work out well, except for the part about having to drive all the way back out there when we get back in.

"Don't matter what your friends try to tell 'ya, we can meet and fall in love. And we'll always be together, any kind of weather, it's like that, it's like that girl."

“Don’t matter what your friends try to tell ‘ya, we were made to fall in love. And we’ll always be together, any kind of weather, it’s like that, it’s like that girl.”

In the meantime, we headed down to Holy Nativity School. My mom had acquired a ticket worth $20 of pumpkin. Could this be the year I find the time, patience, and skill to make an amazing jack o’lantern? Probably not, and Las Vegas won’t even put odds on someone in our family attempting something like this. It’s a metaphysical certainty.

Anyway, before our pumpkin gathering, Madison wanted to explore the “Keiki Zone.” On a sunny day, this might have been a pretty solid playground, but the rain and resulting wetness caused caution for the smart kids and chaos for the less aware. Madison herself couldn’t resist a set of low-hanging monkey bars and set her mind to getting across the four bars. She made it once, but she also slipped off one bar so spectacularly that she landed flat on her back. “Are you OK?” I said. I was terrified it would be Manoa all over again. “At least it was soft,” she said and continued playing. Phew.



Finally, we got around to selecting our $20 worth of pumpkin. We were able to pick out one medium-sized one and two small ones. It was Madison’s call to get two small ones. Lynnette and I made her aware of the difficulty of turning such small pumpkins into jack o’lanterns, but she didn’t seem to care. “We don’t have to turn them into jack o’lanterns,” she said. “I just want to put them around the house and maybe outside to decorate for Halloween.” Well, she’s always known exactly what she wants. As she so often does, Madison provided Lynnette and I with the laugh of the day. When Madison scooped up the two small pumpkins, she clutched them against her chest and the stems were in the perfect positions to act as stand-ins for jutting nipples. Madison didn’t seem to notice and we didn’t alert her. I tried to snap a picture, but by the time I got there, the pumpkins had shifted in her arms, and this was the best I could do. I mean, it’s not the best I could have done, but I’m also not going to be the guy arranging his daughter’s pumpkins in public for photo opportunities. This time.


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