The latest installment in an occasional series: how I unplugged over the weekend.

seen

An older (well, than me) couple playing chinese checkers at the coffee house while they sipped and snacked on their morning drinks and pastries. I want to be them when I grow up.

heard

Our neighbor practicing guitar while I planted tomatoes. Think Louie Louie – only quieter and much better.

tasted

Yummy little round slices of french bread – perfectly toasted – with hummus. It’s been months since I’ve indulged in that much gluten-y, yeast-y goodness – totally worth it.

smelled

The stank of winter debris pulled from the pond. Followed by the calming trickle of the fountain turned on again for summer. Fabeku says we love such things because they remind us of flow (the trickle, not the stank).

felt

The wind. I love it when the trees speak ocean.

thought

Tried not to. And mostly succeeded.

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What did you see, hear, taste, smell or touch this weekend? How did you unplug?

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1. Weekend Hijacked