Admittedly, I enjoy it this time of year. It is more gratifying to shop for others than for myself, and I had no shopping for myself to do on this go-around. Whenever I go to Costco I feel like a sweet-toothed cub in a candy store, what with all their exciting merchandise and excellent deals (DVD 3-pack with Waiting for Guffman, Best in Show, and The Mighty Wind- $18.99). More movies, more books, more items to fill that huge gap beneath the tree. Oh, the sheer materialism of it all. Jesus who? The good news is, I've done all the shopping I feel I'm obligated to do.
My biggest incentive for going with my mother on this trip was to spend some time in Kona. Wonderful town it is, especially after sunset. Heavy afternoon clouds often linger over the mountain after twilight, periodically cooling things down with nice, warm showers. The views of the town lights along the steep slopes on their descents straight to the sea are all lovely, and there is a great assortment of restaurants and bars to dine or drink at along the ocean drive. I have always found the atmosphere there in the late afternoon and early evening exceptionally pleasant, and there is certainly plenty to do, relative to where I am now at least. A little semblance of proper civilisation is certainly worth an hour's commute from here, a veritable outback-on-a-stick. When I feel like being in civilisation, at least. I don't believe there is a cozier place in the world than up here, especially when experiencing the warmth in the house while the wind, rain, and mountain fog dominates the outdoors. It's always pleasant to come home to, no matter how much fun I may have painting the town grey.
I have this very strange, primal urge to go camping one of these days. I'm talking tents, sleeping bags, a private little sandy beach by the sea, the whole Italian special. It's just a shame everyone I've asked is "too busy" or "too tired" to want to go with me. Oh well, I'm sure my dog wouldn't object!
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I don't believe there is a cozier place in the world than up here, especially when experiencing the warmth in the house while the wind, rain, and mountain fog dominates the outdoors.
Yes, I'd have to agree with you there, and admittedly, I get the 'warm fuzzies' thinking about it. To simply put it, out there, it feels free. And by free, I mean, wonderful--wonderfully untouched.
I certainly wouldn't mind going camping with you again, but, of course, I'm now 5,000 miles away!
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“Yep, this is it... out here, alone in the sun, in the sand, in the water, seeing this and feeling this and not having to know anything else." It's Love and freedom in unspoken tentacles. =)
And yes, that's right folks, he's talking ants in your panties and no 'comfort stations.' It's cracking wildness in the wilderness!
I sent you a couple of things for christmas... not because I felt obligated to, but because I -wanted- to. Sadly, I don't think the package will arrive in time, but it's on its way, so keep an eye out!
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