Kaui Calls to Me

Kaui Calls to Me

Come.

Come and rest your battered body on me,
My red will hold and keep you safe.
Come.

Come.

Come and exhale your grief into the wild,
My green will fill you and life will be once again.
Come.

Come.

Come.
Come and wash your ears in the surf,
My blue wipes out deafness and the heart is heard.
Come.


Felt Like Family

Day 14

I got up with the sound of alarm at 6am.  I didn’t sleep well.  I woke up with red eyes.  I didn’t feel safe.  I’m not paranoid.  There are probably things I sensed but refused to see, to not freak out more than I already have.  I’m just exhausted and is barely physically functional.  Anymore pressure would just push me over the edge.    

I walked to Ken Scales Automotive by 7:40am.  I saw Mike the manager rolling the garage door up.  Upon the sight of him I knew I had picked the right place to be.  Seeing the employee photos, I knew this is where I needed to be.  Mike said Schmoldt is small and they wouldn’t have parts there to begin with and that he wouldn’t recommend it. 

Every staff who walked in were happy and said life is pretty good.  What a nice change.  What a good place to be, where people are happy and happy at their work.  Mike is a decent Christian man.  I realized this trip, I came cross really wonderful Christians and Catholics.  I said to Mike, “ You will become an endangered specie in a couple of decades.”  He shook his head in protest and unhappily responded, “You can’t say that, there are a lot of good people out there and we will all still be around in a couple of decades.” 

Mike said he had A.D.H.D. and can’t read well.  That in his twenties, he started this industry with intention of owning his own place some day.  He focused, worked hard to overcome his special issues in his work.  He is a real positive person.  He said it’s his faith and belief that is the foundation of his solid common sense and decency and outlook on life.  He doesn’t worry much because we will all die one day, any moment, just live in the now because you don’t know when you’ll get hit by a bus or drop dead, can’t waste life that way, be in the now.  Mike said running a garage is expensive these days with all the software that is in cars now.  Now that he is in a position to do so, he doesn’t know if he wants to. 

Diagnosis on my car, a pipe cracked from being pressed down by the second radiator non-manufacturing original radiator.  Meaning whoever put the second radiator in didn’t put it in a way that kept the pipe out of the way. So the pipe has been squished and in friction this whole time in pressure and it burst finally.  A leak was also detected in the water pump system.  Coolant has been leaking slowly.  This was a bigger problem than the pipe.  But the pipe problem help to reveal this bigger problem, so all and all it was a blessing in disguise.  This water pump leak could burn my motor in the engine and destroy the engine.   I was told my car would be finished today.  I am glad I took a nap yesterday afternoon.  I didn’t get a good rest last night.  The drive requires prayer and maybe a few naps on the highway shoulder. 

I asked Mike about the car stalling when I stop at the stop sign but ten minutes on the highway it’s okay.  He said it’s the carbon leaks on the spark plug.  You can’t clean it.  It is part of the aging residue of the car.  I asked about the radiator fan how only one is running.  Mike said that’s how it is suppose to run.  That my car battery is at 60% and what wears out the battery is extreme heat or extreme cold.   The RPM is running fun and there is a screw on a back tire that will need to be removed and possibly patched. 

Eddie, another mechanic drove me back to the motel to let me pack up my things and check out.  He showed me his first degree burn from the boss’ Harley who wanted two pounds increased without getting off a running hot bike.  He has a three inch blustery swell.
 
Sitting in the lobby I felt overwhelmed when all the traffic of people rushed in.  I felt dizzy and tired sitting in the lobby.  When the traffic cleared out, I felt the air in the room and I was able to breathe again.  I filled my lungs with light hearted gentle air.  At the motel, when the A/C isn’t running the room is stuffy and the rolling traffic is disturbing.  Here in the lobby, the vending machine hums, the TV is on the stock channel and yet I still prefer to be here surrounded by the bubble of good people. 

Ben, another sweet heart mechanic here has a nine year old son whose girlfriend’s dad owns Taco Delight.  Ben got testicular cancer and survived.  Ben is pretty young too.  He said his father drank 24 bottles of beer a day and smoked nonstop.  Who was over weight and died of a second heart attack.  That his dad never paid much attention to him and the treatment from his dad really changed him.  Mike also said his dad wasn’t around much and when he was he wasn’t much of role model.  He is surprised how he turned out okay and attributes it all to his mom, relatives, and Christianity. 

I did some organizing of my things while the car was getting fixed.  I unfolded my tent and let it dry in the sun.  I pulled out more Indian food pouches and had Dal Malakani with Aloo Mutter, nutritional yeast and nori powder.  I had lunch with Ben and Michael.  Ben had a taco and Michael had Chinese food.  Michael is working on my car. 

People saw my powder and asked right away if I was vegetarian.  It turns out Mike’s daughter is anemic.   I said to him eventually she will have to quit meat because she can’t process it as an anemic.  The sooner she can figure out her digestive allergies, the sooner she can get on with living her full life.  

With the lack of rest I had last night I needed a nap.  I laid on the couch and napped for two hours.  I felt safe to go to sleep here.    By the time I parted with everyone at 5pm, I felt like I was parting with family.  They are a sweet honest bunch of people here. 

I drove straight home.  It was still in the 90’s at 10pm on the highway with the wind.  It’s a good thing I am driving at night when it is cooler.  I got pulled over somewhere near Sacramento for a headlight that went out.  The young cop was very grumpy.  Why was he so grumpy in a beautiful place like this, full of farm lands, vast into the horizon.  Here you can step out and look at the stars in the sky.  I finally made it home at 1am.  I’m not going to unpack until tomorrow.