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My husband is finally coming home. ❤️

At least it’s pretending to be so.
I am hopeful.
Quite hopeful.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • Lovely neighbors
  • Horses
  • Counting down the days
  • A plane ticket in hand (even if it’s just to Dallas)

On Hwy. 12, somewhere between Weston and Segundo.

Empty but welcoming.
The world through windows.
Nests in the eaves.
Angles.
Did she say yes?
No longer needed.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • Lemon ginger tea
Took a detour down a little Forest Service road, hoping to reach a random lake, but was stopped by too-deep snow. There were, however, lovely tree roots.
Atop Cuchara Pass.
Choices.
North Lake.
Abandoned Church.
The former Weston General Store.
The former Weston Elementary School.
Bird on a limb.
Looking back with love.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • That K does not have COVID-19
  • Sleep
  • Lemon ginger tea
  • A repaired stair
Corners Diner, which looks sadly defunct.
Such unique rock formations.
Curves ahead.
Roadside barn.
And roadside shed.
My stomach was disappointed that it could not have a burger at the Dog Bar. A little too early for the season.
Happy Mailboxes.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • That MKL came up for the day
  • Only nine more days until I actually live with my husband
  • That the Fire Department is trying to contain the fire four miles northwest of here (which is really stressing me out)
  • A successful experimental smoothie
I suppose it’s more of a ghost community than a ghost town.
It was right on the side of the road, up a small hill, with a great view.
Window frames seem to stand the test of time.
This table didn’t fare quite as well.
This looks like the sort of door I might have made.
Remarkably, the only graffiti in the town.
Leftover.
The sunroom.
As I stood before this doorway, I heard a sound. It sounded like a long, low, gentle bray, like a distant donkey. There was no wind. I surveyed the landscape and saw no beasties. I’ve decided it was a ghost donkey, just letting me know it was there. Otherwise, I got no vibes of the past from the little community.
In the shade.
But with a view.
I loved exploring this place. Admittedly, It was a little dicey, as many of the places I walked were clearly above rooms dug into the hillside. I knew there was a risk of falling through. But what’s life without a little risk? The only thing missing from this part of the adventure was K. She’d have loved it.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • What aspen leaves look like when they start to bud
  • Fuzzy socks
  • Robins

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)
Keeping watch.
St. Patrick’s Day Posting.
I do love murals.
Gift Shop Tree
Really Odd and Slightly Hurtful.
Marital Stand-off.
These gentlemen watched over us in our bedroom. Only a little creepy.
This fellow came home with me. His name is Fren.
As did the piece. I think her name is Churro.

Yesterday was a rough and emotional day. I was poked and squished and prodded and gave away money and went back to cozy house, but I’m not quite ready to write about that. Soon. Until then, we’ll spend a couple more days in Las Vegas.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • An easy drive
  • 13 inches of snow, which is good for the drought
  • Leftover Carelli’s Tricolor Tortellini
  • Petting two dogs yesterday
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

Today’s gratitudes:

  • Waking up with my husband
  • Seeing the first Robin
  • New friends
  • Catnaps
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