Rey here. I’m taking over for the boss today. She’s juggling time and tasks this week and keeps dropping the ball, but not necessarily coz she’s clumsy. She’s just . . . time deficient, I think Linda might call it.
Speaking of, Linda’s taking a week of holidays and is heading to Maui tomorrow with a couple of surfer buddies. No, there’s no romance brewing or anything like that. She’s still off guys since her ex-boyfriend Makjo ran off with a bride last year. At least she’s not making any more voodoo dolls; they were so creeping me out.
And speaking of boyfriends, JJ’s sailing with that “sometimes” boyfriend, Cash aka Richie J (undercover agent – drug dealer). They have the weirdest relationship. I don’t get it. Come to that, I don’t think JJ gets it, either. She’ll figure it out one day. I hope.
Me? I’m minding the agency today. Have a few calls and emails to return. We’re still wrapping up our latest project, the one we gals at The Triple Threat Investigation Agency have started calling The Forever Poi Case. You’ll be able to read about it—if the boss can stop dropping those balls—come end of November.
I feel for her. She’s got so many ideas, and so many dreams, but they’re not doable given her situation right now. Let’s just keep the faith for her.
On this end, I can’t complain about a thing. Life—and work—on Oahu is awesome. I’m so-o glad we moved here. Sure, things aren’t perfect, but nothing in life is. We just accept things as they come and do the best . . . and, if necessary, juggle, juggle, juggle. If one of those bleepin’ balls falls, we pick it up and start all over again. It’s all good, JJ would say. I totally concur.
Okay, those “adventures” ain’t that much further, the three of us admit. We’re kinda, uh, slightly stuck.
Rey here. The boss asked us to write a post because she’s overloaded with that other job (the 9-to-5 one she’d love to see go bye-bye). Since Linda’s surfing on the North Shore for a couple of days (she met a guy named Lindor who’s got her all googly-eyed) and JJ’s volunteering at the animal shelter for the next three days on account of employees being sick and/or on vacation, yours truly got the honor.
I’ve got an idea about writing posts from watching Linda. Seems they have a purpose—to inform or instruct, or entertain. I’m not gonna waste your time or mine by writing too much—coz I’m a doer and watcher, not an “author”. So, here’s an update on where we’re at.
The gals–that’s us–at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency are wrapping up the fourth big case, “Forever Poi”. Yeah, you heard this a wee while back. Unfortunately, we hit a couple of brick walls—big time—but I’m sure (!) we’re gonna nab our villain(s) real soon.
We’ve got lots of “gut instincts”, some dead bodies, but no hard evidence, that’s the prob. I’d share our thoughts as to who the killer is, but my fellow P.I.s would have my hide. Besides, the killer might read this post and then where would we be? Up Shit’s Creek without a paddle, or something like that.
Please, hang in there—like we’re doing—and all will be revealed soon.
And a super big thanks for your patience.
Yay. One task done. . . . Think I’ll hit the beach and have a Mai-Tai. Cheers!
Some folks have asked why the three of us decided to set up shop on Oahu, considering the three of us had never even been to the Islands.
It was my idea. Just like I thought up the name The Triple Threat Investigation Agency. JJ never liked it and Linda wasn’t crazy about it, but they agreed to it regardless. Gotta love those two.
Every state has different “rules” about how to set up private eye shingles. Bearing that in mind—okay, okay, finding out the hard way—I sorta pointed a finger at a map and Hawaii it was.
I don’t think any one of us regrets the move: we love the Aloha State. Agency and careers aside, there’s so much to embrace:
- balmy trade winds that tickle all over (and keep the sweat at bay)
- shopping outlets and malls that never disappoint
- subtle lingering scents like sweet plumeria and briny ocean air that envelop like soft silk
- positive energy and vibes that boost optimism and hope
- vast and vibrant colors that seem surreal sometimes
- amazing rainbows (galore!)
- stunning landscapes and seascapes
- food trucks and kiosks and restaurants in abundance
- shopping outlets and malls that never disappoint . . . oh, I mentioned that already, didn’t I? . . . but they are awesome.
The list goes on. And never mind the countless things to do, like sunrise runs and jogs (not this gal’s cup o’ tea), walks along the beach, festivals and parades, and nummy Mai-Tais and . . . yeah, we really love Hawaii.
Just as we love our P.I. lives. If you’re ever in Chinatown, drop by the agency (we’re not shy).
A haupia-sweet aloha from yours truly (Rey).
Thanks (or not) to a full-time job, the boss is busy working through a smorgasbord of tasks. Linda’s got blogging commitments and JJ’s off doing a favor for a friend. Guess who’s in charge of posting today? Yeah, good ol’ Rey.
Thanks (or not) to a full-time job, the boss is busy working through a smorgasbord of tasks. Linda’s got blogging commitments and JJ’s off doing a favor for a friend. Guess who’s in charge of posting today? Yeah, good ol’ Rey. Like I’m a P.I. and a sometimes actress, not a bleepin’ writer!
Mind you, when I was a kid, there was a spell when I wanted to be one. I actually did do some writing, but the actress in me took over and acted out the characters’ stories. <LMAO> There was a short one, though, that was really kinda cool: Penelope the Pretty Pony. Let’s see if I can remember some of it.
Pretty Penelope the Highland Pony didn’t like walking in circles all day long, but she loved the children who sat on her back. Even when her legs were smarting, their smiles and giggles warmed her heart.
And Auntie Melanie’s Menagerie wasn’t bad. There was a large field to wander through when she wasn’t working, lots of grain and carrots, and the people that worked there were nice . . . everyone except Mean Old Marcus. He didn’t seem to like anyone.
Penelope had lots of friends, like Sassy and Simco, who were usually trailing around behind. There was also Gerry the Goat and Larry Lamb. A few days ago, though, Larry disappeared. The farmyard animals talked about it and realized Marcus was the last one to see him.
Yeah, I remember that story now. It got a bit sad there. When my mom found it, she ordered a rewrite. “Where’s your head at? It has to have a happy ending, Reynalda.” Mom and I’d always had a strange relationship. Actually, I think JJ called it “estranged”. Whatever.
If I’m stuck posting again this weekend, I’ll share stuff about my acting career. That’ll brighten up your day.