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From the fifth floor down.
A room in the old part of the hotel.
Vintage bed frame.
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.
Fresh flowers.

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

Cripple Creek, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “It is good people who make good places.” — Anna Sewall

Daily gratitudes:
Dr. Angie, an excellent vet
A healthy Mr. Man
Counting down to the election being over
A lovely day
Missing MKL


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


My memory. My memories. They are elusive at times, and at other times, random memory flash to front of my mind. On the bus home, I thought of two metal snakelike belts that I had about 30 years ago, one silver, one gold. I can remember the feel of them in my hands. I can remember when I had to stop wearing them because the clasp was bent in an irreparable way. They weren’t particularly special and I’ve owned hundreds of articles of clothing. So why would that just pop into my mind as I gazed at the mountains? It makes me think that everything – everything – we have done, experienced, thought, dreamed, smelled, or felt is stored in our brains, if we could only access it all. As my memory tends to fail me more often than I’d wish – because of concussions, West Nile, Dengue, or overload – I find the thought that it’s all in there, stored in the gray matter, quite a comfort, and a beacon of hope. I keep that dim fear of Alzheimer’s, which my mother had, though she remained blessedly asymptomatic until the end, tucked away in a corner pocket of my consciousness somewhere, but I wonder, if it were ever to strike me, would I have more access to those seemingly insignificant memories, like the feel of a belt in my hand?

If objects have memory (and I suspect they do), imagine the memory of this bannister, of the hands that touched it over the last 250 years.

Beaufort, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.” — Irwin Shaw

Daily gratitudes:
The man who rescued the terrified cat from the side of the speeding eight-lane interstate
Early evening light
Clean sheets
Sending my daughter to do the grocery shopping when I don’t feel good

This Ford hood looks like it wants to nom everything. Or else it looks like a turquoise whale. I’m not sure which. But it amused me.


Fruita, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone no moon in the sky is lucid enough to compare with the light they shed when they are among the living.”  —  Carlos Bulosan

Daily gratitudes:
Clean sheets
Birds singing after sunset
Talking with Issy
Physical therapy

Awaiting future feathered friends…


Beaufort, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships.  God has placed it all around us.  It is in everything and anything we might experience.  We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living.”  — Jon Krakauer

Daily gratitudes:
Getting packages ready to go
The Christmas balls high in the neighbor’s tree
My scarf from Donna (and that she didn’t get hit by a bus today)
That MKL is feeling better

Beth Ann over at It’s Just Life is a teapot collector.  I love teapots, but they are one of those things I just don’t have room for.  Whenever I see a cool one, I think of Beth Ann, and this emporer just screamed her name to me.  Sorry about my hands in the mirror behind him – but they do seem to add something, don’t they?

Cripple Creek, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Return to the centre of your heart; not your past.”  —  Unknown

Daily gratitudes:
Yellow bicycle tires
Banana muffins
The aspens turning
Dressing spiffy

February 2023


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