Who touched it?

Opened the fridge to discover the bottle of wine I had been chilling and saving to enjoy with my husband had been open, partially drank and left open without the cork; I imagine I share the same feelings the Bears did when they came home to find their porridge partially eaten.

That Camping Feeling

When we return from camping, I always have some leftover relaxed, nothing-more-important-to-do-than-sit-in-the-shade-and-read-a-book kind of feeling. I try to hang on to that feeling for as many days as I can.

My washing, cleaning, organizing and storing of camping stuff is almost done. The piles are getting smaller and smaller. It feels good to get all that done, but the sad part is that my leftover camping feeling is diminishing in direct proportion to the size of my piles.

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Ka Hae Hawaiʻi