Back on May 19, 2013, we had a little problem with goats at the apartment complex I lived at in Broomfield, Colorado.
I think I only have one of these cards left, and I’m not sure if I should give it to the niece who’s graduating in May or the niece who’s getting married in June.
This is a view of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado on February 27, 2013. The top photo is from the previous day, when a storm rolled in in the morning. The bottom view is from the following morning when the skies were perfectly clear.
Started the drive back to Colorado at 5:50am EST Tuesday in Kentucky. Waited out the morning’s nasty snowstorm with some old-timers and truckers at a McD’s in Georgetown, Indiana.
Got tired of waiting, so when the snow let up a little I got back in the car. Maneuvered through snow-and-ice induced wrecks between Corydon and Evansville. Wanted to kiss the ground when it finally got dry after 11am. Drove through the sunset in Kansas, then followed the truckers, the Moon, and stars across the rest of Kansas and Colorado, arrived home at 12:20am MST Wednesday. Looking forward to seeing if the mountains are white whenever I wake up.
I woke up on the left side of a king size bed this morning. It wasn’t my bed, but I was blanketed in a thick, soft comforter, which felt wonderful. I looked around briefly. Wherever I was, the room seemed very nice. It was light outside.
We don't get much snow in the Boulder area, but up in the mountains near Vail and Aspen, Colorado, they usually get plenty. This was taken at a rest area near Vail.
~ March 21, 2013, on the drive back from Las Vegas
Sunrise, December 10, 2013, somewhere in Kansas.
Stopped off to do a little bowling on the way to the grocery yesterday. I’m rolling the ball about 21-23 mph. Next to me, a little old man with an oxygen tank strapped onto his back is rolling maybe 10 mph, but with a really nice hook. He’d throw a few balls, then rest for a while, then throw a few more. We had some good conversations, but the best was about enjoying whatever time we have left.
~ November 2, 2013
A woman in a dream this morning was quite distraught and spoke only Spanish. I tried communicating by speaking very slowly (“Why .. are .. you .. here?”, “You're .. in .. the .. wrong .. dream”), but that didn’t help at all.
Walked up to the living room window, looked at the clouds, and started to say, “Wow, that’s some nasty looking sh-,” when a close lightning bolt threw me back across the room. Lesson learned: Don’t curse at Mother Nature’s designs.