It was early. There was barely a glow of morning coming in thru the balcony doors. The Hawaiian language class was at 8:00am, and it was only 6:00am. There was plenty of time, so I rolled over and fell back asleep.<\/p>\n
The dawning of day in earnest work me up with a startle. I sat up and looked at the clock. It was 6:30am, so I rolled over again and fell asleep.<\/p>\n
At 7:00am, I woke again in a panic, this time convinced that the class had started and I was late, but I had not. Still there was only an hour to go. I got out bed and took a shower. As I pulled on my clothes, I told Trudy that I’d meet her downstairs at the breakfast buffet.<\/p>\n
There were scrambled eggs and steamed rice and potatoes and sausage. There were pancakes and slices of bread for toast. There was fruit and cereal. There was juice and coffee. I filled two plates and wandered around on the lanai looking for a table.<\/p>\n
I found a place to sit at the far end, near the open air, close to the blue sky and white clouds rolling by Palm trees swaying in a tropical breeze. I sat down, and Trudy waved to me from the other side of the lanai when she arrived a few minutes later.<\/p>\n
I ate quickly, glancing at my watch every few minutes. The class was at 8:00am, you see, and I didn’t want to miss it.<\/p>\n
I ate my eggs and potatoes and rice and sausage. And I stuffed my mouth full of fresh pineapple. And I drank hot cups of Kona coffee.<\/p>\n
Why was it? How was it that the online reviews for this breakfast buffet were so low when I was enjoying it so fabulously?<\/p>\n
Frankly, I wasn’t very good company for the fair and industrious Trudy that morning. She had just arrived, and I glanced down at my watch again. Five minutes until class.<\/p>\n
“I need to go,” I said.<\/p>\n
She smiled and nodded.<\/p>\n
I got up and walked back to the other side of the lanai where they teach the class. There was a sign on the table, Hawaiian Language Class<\/em>, and there were a dozen chairs. I pulled a chair out from the table and sat down.<\/p>\n I sat for a few minutes, periodically looking around, expecting the instructor to arrive at any minute. I was really looking forward to this.<\/p>\n But you see, there was no one else there.<\/p>\n “Is that where they teach the Hawaiian language class?” I asked the woman at the front desk, pointing to the table where I had been sitting.<\/p>\n “Yes,” she said, “but she’s always ten minutes late.”<\/p>\n Relieved, I smiled, said thank you and returned to my chair.<\/p>\n Five minutes went by. Ten minutes. Then fifteen. And after a while the woman came up to me and put a sign on the table.<\/p>\n “I am sorry,” she said. “There is no language class today. She called in sick.”<\/p>\n Dang, it would have been fun.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 1. Waking Up It was early. There was barely a glow of morning coming in thru the balcony doors. The Hawaiian language class was at 8:00am, and it was only 6:00am. There was plenty of time, so I rolled over and fell back asleep. The dawning of day in earnest work me up with a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[98,110,41],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2593"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2593"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2594,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2593\/revisions\/2594"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}4. I Am Sorry<\/h3>\n