Hawaiian Air Points

 

Note the Hawaiian Leis packed with dollars 

Someone nice is coming over here! Of course, there is much more to him than just niceness, but the word fits him well. The perpetual smile, the work ethic at 17, the all around goodness and pride in cap and gown. We have a long history of successes with this one, and it's all been FUN TO WATCH! 

This is the boy (man any day now) who made us grandparents. When he was born in Hawaii, the SconeLady began a habit of criss-crossing the Pacific, to-ing and fro-ing more times than gramps could count. But the dollars flew and the Hawaiian Air points grew, until the baby became a toddler and came back home. Now he will come to us on a British plane, so off I go on my little errands for things he might like. What will he like? Shall we make him a British dinner 'in', or maybe a visit to the Thai food place? 

I once made a list of '17 things to do in St Ives' which has been helpful to other visitors. But with planes, trains, cabs, dragging bags, and jet lag, we don't want to wear the poor thing out. I think instead we will simply turn up at the train station, find that boy (man any day now) and hug him. The rest will take care of itself.

My errands today took me around the local shops and streets. First I went to the little building where the ACE Cab company sits and rules the destinations of many. For some reason, every time I go in there, or even just phone them and they can't see me, I get nervous. Even something as simple as "can you pick us at 6:30pm and take us to such-and-such a place?" either I can't understand them, or they can't understand me. Maybe it has to do with last year when my plane was 4 hours late, then my train was 3 hours late, and then the Cab was forever late because the man didn't believe me when I said I had booked a ride with them. Let's just leave it at that. No one came. 

After the Cab company man (who turned out to be nice), I stepped down High Street and met the massive noises of enormous digging machines that are trying to dig down to the gas pipe in front of the Guildhall. What a racket! They are doing this all over the town. Not only are the men digging and peering down into the hole to discover where the gas pipes are, but they aim to fix them and then put them back together to (hopefully) be ready for summer hols. Well. I hate to have to break it the town, but those guys won't be finishing with all that racket anytime soon. I'd sit down if I were you.

Turning away from High Street, I came upon just the thing our graduate will love. A Moomaid Ice Cream sign! I had momentarily forgotten the fact that our cottage is just across the street from them, and INSTANTLY ACCESSIBLE. So that just about takes care of what he will like, and what he will want to do.

I think the digging men have temporarily packed up, so I walk home in peace. The fresh news here is that our graduate is now at the airport being told multiple times that his flight is being delayed. Whaat? A repeat? And it's bedtime, which means I won't hear the outcome for hours!

Coming to the conclusion that there is absolutely nothing I can do about any of these things, we settle in and wait. For the time being, Airplane Mode rules.

But it feels like miles to go before I sleep.

See you along the way!

the SconeLady