Quilly | June 29, 2007
Y’know, it’s one thing when you yourself pull stakes and move to Honolulu. But it’s quite another when someone else decides to throw in with you. Really makes you think. Like, here we are, planting ourselves on a rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. What have we got to look forward to? I [...]
Quilly | June 28, 2007
Jackie, my sister who blogs, and Caryl, my sister who doesn’t blog, are a great comedy team. Fun to watch, but somewhat difficult to interact with. Picture me watching this conversation like a tennis match ….
Jackie: Caryl, you’re over-watering. Everywhere I dug in the garden, the holes filled up with water.
Caryl: I only water for [...]
Quilly | June 27, 2007
I left Roy, Utah at 9 a.m. yesterday morning. For awhile it looked as though I wasn’t leaving at all. I asked the motel desk clerk for directions to the nearest north bound freeway on ramp, and she didn’t know where the freeway was. Instead I got directions to a gas station.
I could see the [...]
Quilly | June 25, 2007
I didn’t get all of my packing done last night. I worked until I was so punch drunk I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing. I finally decided — with some prompting from OC (on the phone) – to get some sleep and hit it fresh in the morning. I slept. No, I [...]
Quilly | June 24, 2007
The church sent me off in true United Methodist fashion — with a fork in my hand. We had a potluck. People stood and shared their memories of me. Told my secrets. And said what it was they would remember most.
They made me cry.
The Three Sopranos (a choir trio, not the mob) sang to me. [...]
Quilly | June 23, 2007
This is how much I will be missed. We had a big Sidewalk “Splash” event today. One kid showed up. Fifty dollars worth of food. A couple dozen water guns. One huge tub. The staff — and the kid — had a blast. At one point they all ganged up on me and I went from [...]
Quilly | June 22, 2007
I’ve been saving my pocket change for three years. I’d just clean out my pockets and my purse every few days and pitch the money in a bucket — yep, a bucket. I took all those wonderous coins to the bank. I had to make three trips because they were to heavy to carry in [...]
Quilly | June 21, 2007
I keep packing, but nothing seems to disappear! Somebody come help me! I have no organizational skills. I do everything three times. I move this from here to there and back again. I can’t tell you how many times I resisted the urge to pitch it all out in the yard and whistle for the [...]
Quilly | June 20, 2007
At the post office one should be able to POST things, right?
Wrong!
There is a postal sub-station about a half-mile from my house. I don’t do business there because the folks are surly, and if I have a question — or need them to weigh a package and determine proper postage — they snarl about [...]
Quilly | June 19, 2007
Most of you know I worked four jobs this past year. I didn’t do it because I am a glutten for punishment. I did it because I wanted something that wouldn’t fit into my normal budget. Therefore, I had to find a way to finance it outside my budget, and I am not delusional enough [...]
Quilly | June 18, 2007
After church yesterday one of the little old blue-haired ladies grasped my arm and said, “Hey now, what’s this I hear about you running off to Hawaii with some strange man none of us have ever met? Whatever happened to that trumpet playing fellow? He seemed like a nice enough guy.”
I answered angelically, [...]
Quilly | June 17, 2007
This is Sneaky. He is moving to Europe. Since he’s a little fella, he can’t fly all the way to Europe on his own, so he’s going with the help of the postal service. He was somewhat fearful and dubious about this venture, and to tell you the truth so was I. [...]
Quilly | June 16, 2007
I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch yesterday — but I have so much to do for today’s yard sale (which I am still not ready for so why am I here typing to you?) I called and asked her if we could bump the date to Monday. She said [...]
Quilly | June 15, 2007
If I am packing, tossing, throwing away, giving away and selling, how is it that my house is in shambles and I have only treacherous paths to aid my travel from room-to-room? Maybe when I pitch it all out in the yard tomorrow for the sale, I’ll be able to see the floor again.
My yard [...]
Quilly | June 13, 2007
It is 9 AM on just another sunny morning in the Manoa Valley of Honolulu.
On a quiet suburban street, a woman is walking her dog. They are crossing the driveway to an apartment complex when, without breaking stride, the dog drops his business on the pavement. Smack in the middle of the driveway.
Now, as anyone [...]
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O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
