Angela Victorious, and The Weather is Inconvenient for the Celebration of Familial Love
I feel like I've earned my street cred as a real live tool-using mammal. I just put my bike back together! Without instructions! By myself! (Okay, my mom provided extra hands on a couple of occasions.) All the bits seem to be in place, it didn't fall apart when I rode it around the driveway, I think I managed to avoid getting any grease on my face, and I only made myself bleed once. Hopefully the same amount of success will apply to our chicken-mushroom broth-vegetable-pressure cooker-thinger dinner endeavor.
Aside from all of that, mom and I spent much of the afternoon figuring out where to hang all of the art and family photos we acquired from Kink's estate.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day... we've got plans to head up to the National Park for some hiking... Napau Crater or Ka‘aha or Pepeiao Cabin or Kahuku or something in the Ka‘u Desert... rain and sulfur dioxide plumes and trail closures permitting, which they might not. If the National Park is hopeless, we may decide to take our mountain bikes to South Point and hit up Green Sand Beach instead. ...SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN.