My surfer daughter feigns distress as she and my wife pose in a promotional cut out for a company that makes money off the fact that the ocean here is fraught with sharks. This is at a beach very near our cottage. My wife (right) is not feigning at all. She is genuinely distressed. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
My surfer daughter feigns distress as she and my wife pose in a promotional cut out for a company that makes money off the fact that the ocean here is fraught with sharks. This is at a beach very near our cottage. My wife (right) is not feigning at all. She is genuinely distressed. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
The daughter and boyfriend take off in the morning to go surfing. They come back with a chip off the boyfriend's surf board and also a chip off his ankle. The board must go in for repair but the ankle is taken care of at the cottage. It's funny how you can patch up a foot at home but not a piece of fiberglass. A newly acquired surf map shows that this area is thick with sharks. I wonder if the map is referring to the fish or the single surfer guys who inhabit the area.

Meanwhile my wife finds a new egg laid under the outdoor laundry sink. Yes the laundry facilities are outside too. I theorize that the chickens use the washer and dryer at night. I can't explain why they left the egg.

We drive back to Honolulu to experience the 9th Annual Honolulu Ukulele Picnic. The picnic is located at the Kakaako Makai Gateway Park in Downtown Honolulu. They have a music stage, a ukulele workshop, ukulele vendors and ukulele food tents. Last summer we attended a ukulele festival in Belfast, Maine. This was different. I didn't know that there are people who can cause a ukulele to spontaneously ignite when they play it hard enough. Oh there was the relaxed Hawaiian Hula music and folk songs too but the caliber of the music made it obvious that some performers can get real music out of those four short strings.

Oh no. Somehow my wife ended up back at the tents with the ukulele vendors. She has often made comments that she was interested in owning and even playing the ukulele. I had better get down there ... too late. She is sporting a huge smile on her face and a ukulele case in her hand. I will bet there is a ukulele in the case. She claims she got a very good deal on the case. Not so much on the ukulele but the case was very reasonable and you have to have a Hawaiian ukulele if you have a case to carry it. Her logic was inescapable.

Since we are in downtown Honolulu, we walk the Ala Moana Shopping Mall. It is probably the oldest and certainly the best known mall in Hawaii and the largest open air shopping mall in the world. There is no mall decay here; the place is mostly high end stores and well to do tourists both domestic and foreign. We stop at nothing less than a Tesla Dealership inside the mall which had two cars on display — a white gull-wing model and a red coupe. I make a strong case that we can't get a Tesla because we already bought a ukulele. After passionate discussion, there is reluctant agreement with me.

At the All Saints Store, my daughter sets off the door alarm when she gets excited trying on a jacket and ventures too near the front door. We all move away before someone calls mall security.

We drive back toward the cottage but end up in the small surfing town of Haleiwa instead. We look for a cheap dinner house but choose, by mistake, the fanciest eatery in town. My head is spinning and I am thinking of ordering more alcohol to take the sting out of the bill but that poses a conundrum. To my surprise, the surfer boyfriend picks up the entire tab. Okay. I'm still processing that, but okay.

Our waitress engages us in surfer talk for quite a while. Long and short boards, break, top locations, surf conditions and forecasts all come up. Forget the waitress duties and other tables, we are talking surfing here. If ever there was a Surf City like the Beach Boys sang about, this would be it.