Back in 2013, I attempted to grow a bonsai tree. It died almost immediately. I’d like to blame it on the high altitude here in Colorado, but I’m pretty sure it was me. Some day I’ll try again.
wunderground.com says we might have 1-3” of snow on Friday. I think that would be the latest snowfall we’ve had at ground level (not in the mountains) since I moved to Colorado.
I went for a walk this morning to clear my mind. There’s still some snow here.
I found this, “Warning, coyote activity,” sign on Twitter this morning. We have a lot of coyotes in Colorado as well, so I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for dangerous coyote activity. ;)
I have no statistical proof of it, but my eyes (and sinuses) tell me that a lot of people smoke in Virginia, many more than where I live in Colorado. I had forgotten how much I dislike the smell of cigarette smoke.
There’s a guy on a local radio station (104.3 The Fan) named Darren McKee (who guys by the name “D-Mac”), and he constantly uses a phrase that drives me crazy:
“To be honest with you ...”
As I wrote in my book, A Survival Guide for New Consultants, you should never use that phrase.
Why? Because using it for some sentences implies that you aren’t being honest with every other sentence that comes out of your mouth.
The Native American woman I met last week had an aneurysm and brain surgery last year. (She showed me the scar, and she’s fine now.) Before the aneurysm was discovered, she went to a shaman who’s well-known among Natives here. He lit something, made some smoke, did whatever else he does, then looked at her, put his finger on her forehead and said, “You are blocked here.”
Unfortunately she assumed he was referring to a mental blockage, and thought, “No, I’m an open person, he’s wrong.” Shortly after this, doctors discovered the aneurysm right where he pointed.
On the drive back from Vegas this weekend, the road got icy in the mountains near Vail, so I decided I better pull off and stay at a hotel, or sleep in the car if necessary. I wasn’t happy about it. Even though it was after 2am, I was jacked up on Mountain Dew, and just wanted to finish the last ninety miles to get home.
I got off the interstate at the next exit. The roads were nasty slick, and I slid around the dark collection of motels and gas stations until I saw a skanky motel whose “Vacancy” sign was lit. My car couldn’t make it up the motel’s hilly entrance, so I parked in an open flat area below, grabbed a bag, and walked five minutes in the freezing precipitation to get to the motel entrance, finding footing anywhere I could.
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A case of “The Plague” is reported in Broomfield, Colorado. The story is here at thedenverchannel.com.
Here’s a good list of well-known and under-the-radar restaurants in Boulder, Colorado.
And if you don’t know Boulder, here’s one quote from the article: “Boulder is one of America’s ‘Foodiest’ towns with a roster of hot eateries. A February New York Times feature noted that ‘among foodies, it is also known as the place where new companies are challenging the old guard in the food business.’”