Cowdog Blog: Paniolo Style.
June 13, 2012 § 1 Comment
Really, just Holy Smokes.
It’s been a whirlwind two weeks. I feel like in that short period of time, I went from using my face to stop a headcatch, to sitting on a white sand beach over looking the Pacific Ocean.
That’s what I did.
I apologize. I’ve been terrible at keeping at my desk and writing. I’ve even been pretty bad about Twitterizing. Or Tweeting as the vernacular would require.
It’s mostly because we have been pretty busy. Not just at real life stuff, but playing a bit too.
I played my first round of golf in…oh…I dunno. A long time. I felt a little bit bad thinking about my father-in-law fretting over the weather and getting ready to fire up the swather.
A little bad.
I’ve tried rock climbing for the first time…and the rancher in me wanted to ask: Why not just ride a horse around this thing? We can be on the top in no time!
It’s fun. It’s damn hard.
I am not a large man. I’m relatively in shape, and “built” for this sport. (Other than freakishly long limbs…which seems to be some type of advantage). I still couldn’t get much more than 10 or so feet up the rock face before my forearms were about ready to give out.
Note to my Dairy Pals: You guys would kick ass at this. Stripping cows before milking? I’ve seen your forearms. You could probably just use them alone to scale these things.
Looking easy, and being easy are two entirely different things.
I’ve secured employment on the island–at an undisclosed location.
Apparently the similar type business that I am used to being involved with is social media savvy enough to have us sign a waiver, disclosure, or whatever it was to not associate ourselves with their name in online postings/social media.
I definitely understand. In today’s Tweets, Facebook posts, and instant media frenzy over what may have been a casual comment makes sense. They have to protect their brand, and I am very concerned, and serious about protecting “mine”–as I am theirs.
Read: Carefully cultivated image of Scout and I as the next potential Overseers of the Universe. You have been warned.
I haven’t tried surfing yet.
My desk is currently an outdoor wicker table where my monitor is precariously perched, and balanced against the wall to avoid serious damage. All I am missing is the baling wire.
So–we have work to do.
We’re glad to be here…and I’m excited to continue to explore the island of Oahu, meet its people, and try to be a good steward of this beautiful land, history, and unique culture.
I literally just unpacked my computer, so this is the first chance I have had to sit down–have a cold Kona Brewing Co. beer, and write something.
More on the way…and I’ll soon be unveiling a plan so diabolical, so evil, and so ingenious, it will knock your kerchiefs off.
Until then–thanks for sticking with us, and Mahalo for reading!