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From the fifth floor down.
A room in the old part of the hotel.
Vintage bed frame.
Florals.
Sometime I’ll compare this image with the photo of the remains of my Mothers first typewriter, which I lost in the fire.
Not an orb to be seen.
Morning view.
Burlwood.
Waiting.
Fresh flowers.
Curves.
Handled.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • A quiet day
  • Backup offers
  • Cat snuggles
  • Decent yet exotic and entertaining dreams
Hotel Boulderado

Today’s gratitudes:

  • The first hint of green in the Valley
  • The Final Four
  • Sushi
  • Experiments

Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing just a part of Las Vegas through my eyes.

The Plaza Hotel from a corner of the Square.
The bar, which we did not get to hang out at.
And which looks much more upscale than when I was last here in 1990 on my honeymoon with ex-Pat.
Art and sun.
Something you don’t see every day.
Refreshing.
I debated sharing this but it really had an impact on me. We explored one of the local cemeteries and these were, we deduced, the graves of COVID-19 victims who could not have a formal funeral. There were several long rows just like this off to the side of the cemetery.
Bye now.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • Sunshine
  • That MKL and Pharaoh arrive today
  • My truck
  • That I’ve won over one of the postal workers (it only took six months)
The Plaza Hotel and Neighbor
Stern and Nahm Building
Don’t Fence Me In
Edges Are Not Always Sharp.
Firefighters. 💙
The Old Kiva Theater.
Do You Want Door Number One?
Or Door Number Two?

Today’s gratitudes:

  • Clouds
  • Getting everything done
  • A moment of silence for the first anniversary of the King Soopers shooting
  • Daffodils pushing up through the cold earth
One of the pair of chairs where you can sit and watch the world go by forever.
Temptation.
Make you think of anyone in particular?

The snow continues to fall up at the Retreat, sometimes trying on its identity as a blizzard. Anyone who know me knows that estimating the size of things is not my strong suit, but I’d say we have a solid eight inches here and it won’t stop until tonight. Boo that there is no one here to kiss me because I’m Irish, but that’s how some years go.

Daily Gratitudes:

  • That I am warm in a warm house
  • The amazing gumbo that I made this week (I may share the recipe – it was that good)
  • Added moisture to our dry Wet Mountains to help prevent forest fires

A sad day today and a storm coming. Perhaps my mood fluctuates with the barometer. Perhaps I am the barometer. But a high point of today was speaking to a friend of my heart who turns 93 on the 27th. I was getting concerned that I hadn’t heard from him after my last letter, particularly with how cruel this year has been for so many. So that, and a gorgeous sunrise, are today’s gratitudes.

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