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Union Station, always a place of comfort and refuge for me. And for fellow travellers for 135 years.

Denver, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.” — Gabrielle Zevin

Daily gratitudes:
Snuggles from Mr. Man
Passing on legacies
That Kelsea turns out my light when she comes home after I fall asleep


My love for old things has persisted since I was born. They always said I was born an old soul, just like Kelsea. Unlike Kelsea, I was born an unhappy  old soul. My Mother told me that in my first few days, she was looking down at me, no doubt adoringly, and I was looking back at her with an expression that clearly said, “I don’t know about you.” Apparently, in my old mind, she was highly suspect. I went through my first decade at least just being pissed off that I was here. There was nothing anyone could do or say about it. That eased somewhat, over the years, and I have enjoyed being here. But I am still most drawn to things from bygone eras. MKL fortunately understands and mostly shares this preference. He gets that a pair of opera glasses won’t do – they need to be vintage mother-of-pearl opera glasses. In this case, a mundane pair of binoculars simply would’t suit, but the kind Meryl Streep might hold in ‘Out of Africa’, well, those will do quite nicely.

Sedalia, Colorado.

Quote of the day (and one of my all-time favorites): “God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road.”  — Karen Blixen

Daily gratitudes: (last night, I thought I had typed my gratitudes, but I feel asleep in the process of posting, so somehow deleted them. So today, you get double.)

The man standing outside on his sidewalk yelling at people to slow down as the chruch traffic came barelling through my neighborhood on Sunday mornig
The homeless man reveling in the dancing waters this morning in front of Union Station
Pie and coffee with my MKL
A few judicious plant purchases
Joy, my Monday night companion
Being able to control my dreams (a new skill)}
The Great Australian Bake-off
Being excited about gardening
That Kelsea’s college ultimate frisbbee team is going to nationals (feel free to help them out here, since the University won’t support them because of the travel ban for state-funded institutions to go to North Carolina)
Cool nights and lovely days

Remember “Three Windows“? We’re counting down, down, down…

Two Windows
St. Elmo, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice…it is a positive attitude we choose to express. It is not a gift delivered to our door each morning, nor does it come through the window. And it is certain that our circumstances are not the things that make us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never laugh again.” — Charles R. Swindoll

Daily gratitudes:
The Paradise
Having all my electronics in place again (thank you, my love)
Kelsea’s AWESOME play during Ultimate All-Stars
Lots of dragonflies
Hearing Hazel Miller sing in Old Town last night


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.


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
Beach webcams


The Banker’s Lamp

My emerald shade has cast a puzzling ivory glow across decades of ledgers
As gnarled hands carefully ink figures that signify a man’s fate
Across slender columns on a lined page.

I have watched fortunes won and lost on the turn of a track,
The roll of dice,
A gamble of land,
All from a distance, of course.
I only see the outcome
Never the game.

I have watched sums carefully
Set aside
So carefully
Saved for that day when
It is time to spend
Rather than to earn
And seen death take the reins in hand,
Proving caution futile.

I have watched as all wealth fled
In a trickle and in a rush
Wasted upon killing habits
Or squandered upon reckless whims.

I have seen it all,
Decades and decades of it all
And I remain unchanged
If slightly dusty
Waiting each day for those hands
To pull a brass chain
So I may aid a pair of watery blue eyes
Behind wire spectacles
Until those hands again
Pull the chain.


Note: This is Day 1 because I got started late, and so, I’m catching up.

Light in old buildings, on old things. Magical.

Inside Old Baldy

Bald Head Island, North Carolina.

Quote of the Day: “Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. And within the most perfect champion, there is also darkness.The question is, will one give in to the darkness or the light?”  —  Morgan Rhodes

Daily gratitudes:
Kelsea comes home tomorrow
Thinking of writing
That Boots the Dog was found and is home!
That my niece cooked tonight

December 2022


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