Yesterday I hit ( and even surpassed) my word count goal for my “writer’s retreat” in Hawai’i. Hurrah! Yay!
To reward myself I bought a cute little bracelet I’d had my eye on since I arrived here two weeks ago. Noting extravagant, a little silver thing with a charm of the Big Island. But I love it.
Bought the bracelet. Shop owner fastened it on my wrist. Drove home happy.
Decided to further reward myself with a shower.
Which was when I discovered I couldn’t get the bracelet off. I tried until my thumbs were bruised. Then my sister-in-law tried until her thumbs were bruised. No luck.
So today, my last day in Hawai’i, I will be spending the morning driving back to the shop in Waimea to see if the bracelet’s creator can get it off for me.
There’s a moral in that story somewhere.