Call it tradition; today we returned to Papa Joe’s for the Thursday special. Corned beef in a boiled dinner. Lots of vegetables, a trace of mustard on the side, and a friendly greeting from the staff. Feels like home to me.
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Missed the sunrise. Not that I wasn’t up and ready, but the cloud cover permitted nothing more than an unkept promise. However, my despair was enough to trigger a down day, wherein we stayed close to the campsite and did other things.
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Another day of learning about construction techniques and the real world of home ownership. I’ve mentioned my long-term intention to exchange my current house for something newer, better and in a very different place. Better to be informed before rather than after the fact about what is involved.
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I dislike when my eggs (and bacon) are runny. Rather than cook in a driving rain, we chose to go driving to someplace where the rain wouldn’t be a factor.
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It’s a fact. Not every summer day can be sunny and warm, in a “take me to the beach” kind of way. Today just confirmed the fact.
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This marks the third time this week that I’ve attended a live concert. Three times more than the rest of the year. Could it be that I’m turning into a showgoer, or a “patron of the arts”? Or is this just the result of opportunity presenting itself while I’m in a fragile state, a.k.a. “on vacation”?
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Took the best part of the week, but I finally went to the beach. Not near, not above; on, with bare feet in the sand and the water. Briefly. Even spent some time hunting the elusive sea glass, but I think this particular beach has been fished out. Too many eagle-eyed tourists and not enough storm sea.
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A confession: we didn’t make it home last night. Distracted by the company we were keeping, and the offer of an extra bed, we decided to skip the long drive back under moonless skies, and slept in a real bed. Just because.
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The old gang has appeared, in the campground. Same faces, same dogs (no cats go camping). Same penchant for circling the campfires and staying up much too late. A couple of hours before midnight, and they’re still poking and joking.
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When the wind blows the full coffee mug over and you start from scratch, take it as a sign that camping requires one to pay attention.
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