04-12-2008, 06:50 AM
Oh, the lanai! I really am a gentleman and so I don’t want my words to be misinterpreted (not that they have in the past). On the other hand, like Dr. Morbius in “Forbidden Planet”, I am not responsible for my unconscious mind and the havoc it wreaks elsewhere, as at Halema’uma’u. Sorry about the steam everyone! Still, I want to avoid conscious innuendo. That I can do. So I will choose my words carefully.
Imagine sitting on that lanai and watching as the cobalt ocean reaches up and grabs the blazing orange rays of the tropical sun and pulls them down, down toward her, until they are completely tangled up in blue. Imagine drinking a blood red old vine zinfandel through a crystal glass with a frosted bird of paradise design etched upon it while witnessing the sun finally just surrender and sink right into the sea with a blaze of glory, a sigh and a sizzle. Okay, you are facing South, so the sun might set elsewhere, in which case I have just wasted a perfectly good metaphor.
I love the shrubbery and the little rise behind the house. It looks like the neighborhood has a nice gentle slope to it. So the neighborhood behind is even nice. I am talking about the house. I don’t want there to be any mistake. Such a beautiful, gentle upward slope. I wonder if there is a steamy jungle behind it. Bet there is.
The house is just the right size. Nice and tight, and practical. The plans put everything exactly where it should be and right within reach. If it gets dirty, it is going to be really easy to clean with a warm wet rag. I can almost hear the pump engaging! Thump thump thump!
Alright, well the house is going to be very nice, and it is going to be very fun to watch it go up. Keep us posted and piered! And keep your eye on Halema'uma'u! It will say more than I ever can.
Imagine sitting on that lanai and watching as the cobalt ocean reaches up and grabs the blazing orange rays of the tropical sun and pulls them down, down toward her, until they are completely tangled up in blue. Imagine drinking a blood red old vine zinfandel through a crystal glass with a frosted bird of paradise design etched upon it while witnessing the sun finally just surrender and sink right into the sea with a blaze of glory, a sigh and a sizzle. Okay, you are facing South, so the sun might set elsewhere, in which case I have just wasted a perfectly good metaphor.
I love the shrubbery and the little rise behind the house. It looks like the neighborhood has a nice gentle slope to it. So the neighborhood behind is even nice. I am talking about the house. I don’t want there to be any mistake. Such a beautiful, gentle upward slope. I wonder if there is a steamy jungle behind it. Bet there is.
The house is just the right size. Nice and tight, and practical. The plans put everything exactly where it should be and right within reach. If it gets dirty, it is going to be really easy to clean with a warm wet rag. I can almost hear the pump engaging! Thump thump thump!
Alright, well the house is going to be very nice, and it is going to be very fun to watch it go up. Keep us posted and piered! And keep your eye on Halema'uma'u! It will say more than I ever can.