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Hotel Boulderado

Today’s gratitudes:

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

Today is the 17th anniversary of my Father’s death. Perhaps that’s what started the tears flowing this morning, in the course of which I cried because:

  • a shirt I got for K was maybe too small
  • of Frank Sinatra
  • the middle school boy at our four way stop sign was handing out lemonade for free just to do a good deed for the second day in a row
  • the aspens don’t have leaves
  • of the people ice fishing and dogs playing on frozen San Isabel Lake
  • Whitney Houston is dead
  • it’s been decades since I’ve been to New York City
  • Warren Zevon is dead, and my friend Erik, who always laughed his unique laugh at the song “Werewolves of London”, is also dead
  • I’m not 18 any more and feeling like my whole life is ahead of me
  • I’ve lost my journals to the fire
  • of all of the lies my ex-fiancé told me
  • of how much I love MKL
  • I’ve lost the cozy house
  • of the burn scars near the turn for Florence
  • Clarence Clemons is dead

And all this before noon.

I felt better after arriving in Florence. People there are lovely and real, and I never seem to have enough time there. I picked up a few treasures, but I feel it’s only fitting to share some of the more unusual things I saw.

I wonder who these belonged to. And what happened to the tradition of casting a child’s first pair of shoes in bronze? And who thought of that in the first place?
These are the same blocks I had growing up. They came to me when K was born, but were consumed by the fire. I got a little tearful.
This lamp of a girl eating porridge is not creepy.
Not creepy at all.
Neither was this woman holding a pig.
Or this apparently handless man. But I guess that’s why the woman is holding the pig and not him.
I really think making a candle out of this image is adding insult to injury.
These twin Marys and their respective Baby Jesuses. Note that the Mary on the left is much more disheveled than the Mary on the right.
And while this isn’t the finest picture of her, I got to spend a bit of time petting Ella, who was a complete chonk. Her tongue is always like that because she has no teeth to hold it in.

I’ll leave you with that. I felt better after my excursion. I took some lovely images, as we had a beautiful day. I’ll share those with you tomorrow, as I’m going to be snowed in now for several days.

Little museums can be full of lovely little surprises. A still life reflecting the past, carefully displayed on an old coverlet, can still glow in the sunshine. And we’ll disregard the old wives tale that a hat on the bed is bad luck.

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Anna Maria Island, Florida.

Quote of the day: “Love is giving up control. It’s surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two—love and controlling power over the other person—are mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.” — Rob Bell

Daily gratitudes:
That MKL is my handyman
The coolness of my old house on hot days
Green
Snuggling
Beach webcams

 

My mind was full of words today, between my own writing and my work writing, so full that it distracted me from life, and from the lingering cold, as well as the aches and pains in my bones. Yes, my bones crave a warmer climate, which is dimly visible in a fog on the far distant horizon of my future. The day I took this shot, it was May, but so incredibly blustery and rainy and cold that it felt like winter. Kelsea and I hadn’t brought sweatshirts with us on this trip because it was MAY, for heaven’s sake, and we had quite a time finding some to buy. We didn’t find any in this incredibly creepy thrift shop, but it was an adventure looking.

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Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Quote of the Day: “Once we recognize our shadow’s existence we must resist the enticing step of going with its flow.” — Karl Malantes

Daily gratitudes:
Vintage five-window pickup trucks
New opportunities for MKL
My phone conversation with Kelsea this afternoon
Blue skies
Refusing to scrape the ice off my car (and not driving) during this storm – the sun melted it today

 

Photo Title: Aging Gracefully (for all the Graces in this world and others)

Bozeman, Montana.

Quote of the day: “Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”  —  Franz Kafka

Photo title: Bottle Sheik

Do you see the peeking sheik?
Longmont, Colorado

Quote of the day:  “The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling.”  —  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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