Dinner, Dancing And Deerjà Vu

Our first full day was coming to an end and the temperature was dropping pretty darn fast. A pressure was on to get a fire started before the sun went down and prep for dinner: quesadillas part II.

Yuula thought it a good idea to get some more practice in with her net before dinner

Laura worked on her forearms while levitating some heartily stuffed soft shells

Looks like the net remains empty

Covered and smothered

Also tested out some real camping food cooked in its' own packaging

Breaking the rules? Nahhh

Looking stunned and full

Just because we're in the middle of the woods on an island doesn't mean we don't dance

We dance until we need to be carried

The camp site is lovely by candlelight

While enjoying our hot apple sandwiches we heard a rustling in the wood

This guy must like us

nightnight

The Landmine Is Me

The following story is a completely true retelling of a very recent occurrence with zero dramatic flair. Seriously.



So, I'm about to take our lunch break, getting ready go downstairs and make myself and Yuula a sandwich and smoothie (classic) and I check out the Facebook to see if Brust has responded to my morning inquiry of his current listening habits. I notice on the scroll that Ray Bradbury has passed away. I frown. I remember reading Fahrenheit 451 my freshman year of high school and thinking "wow, maybe I do like books after all". I know, an ironic thought given the novels subject matter. Nonetheless, I guess I hold Ray and that book in particular partially responsible for me not becoming a total illiterate. Bradbury after all was the man that said "If you don't like what you're doing, then don't do it." Enlightening words for the unenlightened.

Now, I've been shuffling thru my playlist all morning, as I am known to do while I do the work thing. I find the shuffle feature gives the greatest return of possible new interests and keeps my ear palate cleansed for ultimate open-mindedness whilst in search of the next life-altering tune. Almost simultaneous to my discovery of the passing of Ray Bradbury I find myself slowly bobbing my head to a cloudy space jam of origins unknown. I dig it, so as to discover its maker I switch over to the iTunes library, which at the current is running strong at 83,687 possible listening options, and this is the song that is on.



I kid you not. Weird huh? I'm a little freaked out. Time for sandwiches and smoothies.