Friday, December 13, 2013

That Old Feeling

I'm in my car, leaving the office, on my way to pick up some lunch.  I was doing it today, just like I was on April 20, 1999.  The talk radio show I'm listening to is suddenly interrupted with a news report that there are shots fired at a local school.  When it happened in 1999 it was shocking and horrifying and changed many people's lives forever.
Today it's all too familiar, we've heard and seen it all before.
Today it's a school I drive past everyday on my way to and from work.  I usually see the marching band practicing on the same athletic fields that today were being circled by helicopters.  Scenes of kids with arms over their heads, running or walking away.
It broke my heart in 1999 and still does today.
I don't know how to not care.  I really, truly, wish I could flip a switch and not feel it.
How do you do that??

Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Bronco Sunset

A few days late, but none the less...............this past Sunday afternoon................

In case you were glued to the TV set, with the drapes all closed missed the spectacular light show in the west.

Took these during the commercials, in the closing minutes of the Denver Broncos beating the Kansas City Chiefs (for the second time this season).

Amazingly, these are NOT retouched or enhanced in any way.  Just my little Canon Powershot ELPH. 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Deck The Halls - #1

I always start with the "candles in the window". (since I have no spinet).

Thursday, November 21, 2013

November Snow

Now it feels like Thanksgiving should be here.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Catch Up - Autumn in Pictures

September Looked Like This

October Was Ablaze

November Turns Chilly


Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Tunesday - Keb Mo

Heard of Keb' Mo'?  His voice is like..................butter.  Perfect for just "being".  Great background for a fall afternoon.  I think I first heard him in 1999, then recently remembered to add him to my IPod after hearing him on an episode of "Live from Daryl's House". Check out Episode 50.
This is a very good one.  Lean back,  enjoy.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Tunesday - SEPTEMBER

Just in the nick of time, it suddenly turned into fall over night.

After weeks of 90 degree heat, it hasn't felt like September, much less fall.  But last night, sitting next to an open window, I felt fall for the first time.

I love it.  I love September, and I've always thought of it as "my month" and so now I can actually listen to this song, which I've always thought of as "my song".

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

Tunesday - The Civil Wars

First heard this duo on an awards show last year.  There is a hauntingly beautiful way their voices blend.  And then the lyrics, well, they haunt you too.
After listening online and on Pandora I kept thinking there was something in the music that seemed familiar on some level....................a texture, so to speak that I felt I knew and loved.
Silly me, with simple research I found their music is produced by none other than Charlie Peacock.  An artist I only got to work with once, but who's music is still on my regular playlist.  A true artist, in ever sense of the word.  Charlie paints a picture with music.  His work with The Civil Wars is no exception.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Oh The Things I See

"At the drive through" sightings.

No license plate, tinted windows, and that cool custom logo.

Up to no good?  Surely not!

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Have We Lost the Dream?

The only term paper I was asked to write in high school was an assignment to write about a "historical figure you admire".  I chose Martin Luther King, Jr.  I had always felt a pull towards him because among my earliest memories were news reports of the civil rights movement.  My parents taught me early on not to judge someone by their skin color. 
And I was taught that my mere existence was a matter of controversy.  My Dad is a white man.  My Mother is a Hispanic woman.  I heard the stories of the tough prejudice and discrimination my mother suffered at the hands of white people in the small farm town in Colorado where she grew up.  And I knew that when my parents married in 1958 that not every one was happy with a "mixed marriage".
So Dr. King was a hero to me from early on.................and when he was assassinated in 1968, I remember the grief that this eight year old felt and saw reflected in the eyes of my parents.
So along with others today, I reflected on that historic day, 50 years ago, when the eyes of the nation and the world watched a young, black minister of the Gospel speak these words.
Much has been said, in recent years, about the failings of this man.  Who knows what is and isn't true?  And who among us could cast the first stone, no matter what his failings may have been.  Instead I choose to listen to his words.
When I logged in to post this.................I found the following email from my Dad, and I don't think he'd mind my sharing it with you.

"1963: 50 years ago, you were having dreams of a 5 year old. I was 27 and living
a dream by making trips to Cape Canaveral. But a "34" year old Black Preacher
was changing the face of America. He wasn't an athlete or a performer but the
World listened to a Christian Minister and freedom and liberty began to move
in a new direction with non-violence."

Wordless Wednesday


Waterfall Over the Rainbow

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Tunesday - C, S, N, and Y

On Fridays, if I'm stuck in the office I try and make myself remember to listen to music most of the day, as a way to transition to a weekend.  And for me (and I know I'm not alone) music can be a real attitude adjuster.  Mostly always a good adjustment, though there is music that makes me want to run my head into a wall (e.g. electronic dance).  I'm a fan of both LastFM and Pandora.  There are good and bad about both.  But it's usually LastFM in the office.........and of course you can spy on me in the right panel of this blog, and see what I've been listening to...............a confusing jumble of styles that could be construed as a timeline of my moods.....................Hint.............the mellower the music, the more stressful a day I've had.............a counter balance thing...............

I digress.  Sometimes you hear a song a thousand times, and in this case, I've loved this one forever it seems......but last Friday it knocked me over, like I was hearing it for the first time. 

This is a perfect songs. 

Perfect in it's simplicity. 

Piano, drums.............vocals, perfectly blended.

Simple lyrics, not very many of them..............

I want to live inside this song.  Only a few songs do that to me.   Take me where they are.

One..............can I swap two dogs for the cats?

Friday, August 23, 2013

Outside Water

Each of our furry friends have a unique personality, and I guess unless you're the owner of one of these magnificent creatures, you wouldn't know that.  And I do believe they are magnificent creatures.   I was thinking about that this morning before heading to the salt mine. 

Because my girl, Bessy will lay perfectly still and stare at me, for as long as I can think of things to say to her.  It's as if she's hanging on every word I say............transfixed.  And it matters not what I say, only that the tone is right.  Yes, I know, we project human emotions onto an animal.  You bet I do.  But when she looks at me like this........................
What is she thinking?
So one of Bessy's little quirks is her penchant for Outside Water.  She has a full bowl of water inside next to her food dish.  We keep it clean and full so she's never without.  But open up the back door  and her first stop is nearly always the banged up, plastic bowl with dirty, dusty, bug laced, Outside Water.  She doesn't care if there's spent geranium flowers in it, or a few gnats, or even bits of mulch from the flower beds.  She wants her Outside Water.  I've watched her as she leaves my bedroom, trots down the hall, down the stairs, across the family room, where I hear her nails clicking as she crosses the floor, hear that creaky screen door open and shut.  Then.......................lap, lap, lap.  Yum.  Outside Water.Then she comes back in and finds me. 
If you go outside and the plastic bowl is empty, she looks at it, at you, and sits.  I can haz Outside Water?  I believe she's been caught drinking water out of the folds of the BBQ grill cover after a rainstorm.
Maybe her days as a stray gave her a taste for dirty water she found where she could.  Maybe there's trace minerals she wants.  Maybe she fondly remembers her life "on the lam", though I doubt it.  Who knows? 
Just don't forget her Outside Water.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Oh, The Things I See

A new series around here, because I have a catalog of photos I take because I can't help myself.  I see some weird things in my 90 minutes of commuting a day.  Because I seldom get on the highway, I have the time to really look at interesting things.  So here's a shot I took last year, at an intersection.  Sometimes it's tricky to be subtle when you take a pic, and in this case I certainly WANTED to be subtle.  Know what I mean?

I call this one.........................

"His Mom Must Be So Proud"

Kinda makes you wonder what he's reading, huh?

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Tunesday - Michael Buble That's All!!

With some cooler temps recently, its been so wonderful to sit on the back patio at Casa Rancho and listen to music. This one just knocked me over the other night. So wistful and rich............know what I mean?

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Tunesday - The AMAZING Power of Music

In a change from all the music I usually post for Tunesday, this is something I ran across over at Rachel's Place. And it took my breath away. Get your hankies out.........

I've always believed that music was a gift from God, and he created us, and our brains to respond to it.  This just shows the proof of how strong that connection is.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Tunesday - Firefall

Some music just screams summer.  Maybe it's not really the music itself, but the memories it stirs. This one feels like summer, late 1970's..............

Thursday, May 02, 2013

April = Ditto

Knew I hadn't blogged much, but didn't realize quite how long.  But April was just more March. (Weather wise at least). 

Here we are in May, and all the plants and trees and shrubs are doing their darnest to bloom, but then it snows. And freezes.  I know this isn't just happening here in Colorado but it sure feels like we're being picked on.


It's all perspective.  As I mentioned to several people yesterday.................

I stood at the kitchen sink.  Pouring the first cup of coffee of the morning.  Looking out the dining room picture window.  The snow was softly falling.  Those big fluffy flakes.  My birdhouse and bird feeder were getting blanketed in white.  It was beautiful.  And I was angry.  Because it was May 1st, not October.  The same scene six months earlier would have made me joyful.


As this snowfall melts, it brings much needed moisture to a dry landscape. 


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Springtime in the Rockies 2013

I've always said in years past that March was my least favorite month of the year.

It's the month when I grow weary of the cold and the snow.  But maybe, in fact, it's the teasing, tug and pull of the changing weather.  Never a gradual warm up, where each week you hit a milestone.

Instead we see this.......................
A tiny yellow crocus, pushing it's way through the mulch outside my office door. These hearty little buggers come up every year since I was hoodwinked into buying a box of bulbs from a neighbor girl's school fundraiser. (The kids know I'm an easy mark).
Followed by seeing this.................................
The view from my dining room window on Saturday.  A day I sat at the dining room table, watching the finches go through half a feeder full of seed, each fighting for a perch.  It snowed all day, in addition to being blown around by the March winds.  And at this point, the only creature still enjoying the snow is the dog.
Ah, I know, this too shall pass.  And this year folks all around the country have been getting a feel for the kind of springtime weather we have each year.
I've had a convertible top down day already, early in the month and many more to follow.
I'm ready for the annual migration of the turtlenecks.

Monday, March 11, 2013

First REAL Sign of Spring

I saw a robin this morning.   Sitting on a tree as I left my neighborhood.  I would have tried for a picture, but there were cars behind me, everyone heading out of the burbs to work. He seemed unusually bright in color.

After a weekend with snow and blowing snow, (though not nearly the storm forecast) it was a fine way to start a Monday, a week.  As much as I enjoy the changing seasons, and appreciate each one for it's unique "texture", Spring has grown on me.

In recent years Spring has taken on new meaning.  Yes, for all the cliche "new beginnings" reasons.  But also a sense of rebirth, regrowth, awakening.  Something like that.

Soon there will be walks in the park at lunch, the sun warming up the not quite summer air. Listening for songs of the finches and the robins as they strut around, vying for a females attention.  Brown and negative, replaced with green and postive.

There are more storms to come, no doubt.  But the first Robin of spring on a Monday morning in March is not a bad way to start the season.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Finally, The Real Deal. SNOW

I asked for it, I got it. We had about 3-4 inches on the ground from earlier in the week.  This photo was taken about 4:30pm and its still going strong.  Weather forcasts call for it to end sometime tonight.  I'll take another photo in the morning.  I'm thinking a foot for sure.  Real snow.  Real moisture.  This is a good thing.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Seasonal Affected Disorder

I'm not a big fan of "disorder" diagnosis.  It seems as though any issue a person may have is explained away by a medical "syndrome".  Largely a cop out more likely.


I've really struggled this year as winter has crept in.  Don't get me wrong.  I LOVE SNOW.  I really do. So I've never minded winter in the past.  But we've had very little snow.  Way behind for the season and that doesn't bode well for the drought and the water situation come summer.  So instead of picture perfect snow covering everything is a fluffly blanket, everything is just brown, and dusty, and yes, grim somehow.  Last week I had an overwhelming urge to put the top down on my convertible and let the wind blow in my hair.

The daylight hours are expanding, but ever so slowly, it seems.  And each morning I struggle to wake up and head to work.

I'm fairly certain I need to grow something.................yes, that's it.  I need to grow something.  I think I'll be stopping at a garden store on the way home.............l

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Crazy Cream and the Found Ring

One of the sometimes, slightly disturbing aspects of being 53, going on 54, are the memory lapses. Nothing too bad so far, just those moments when you can see some actors face in your head, but you can't come up with the name, no matter how hard you try.  Or if I'm really tired I can't think of the right word I want to use.  I've read that it's best to think about something else, then the name or word pops into your head.  It works.  Somewhat comforting.  I guess.

But then there's the losing know they have to be in a certain place, but you can't find them.  Back last fall I realized there was a turquoise ring that I just couldn't find.  Kept retracing my steps like they say you should, but no luck.  I had narrowed it down to a day when we had picked up some roasted chili peppers and I knew I was wearing it that day, because the chili pepper stand lady commented on the ring.  And I had this terrible sinking feeling that the ring was in a black plastic trash bag, one full of hatch chili pepper skins laying in a landfill somewhere.

I'm not typically attached to things too much.  I have a few things very precious to me, the things you'd grab in a fire, so to speak.  Usually they are gifts from others that have some sentimental value to them.  In this case the ring was one I had bought for a ridiculously low price on Ebay.  Not long after getting it, the stone cracked and came out, and rather miraculously, I found a replacement stone, also on Ebay.  Then on my last trip to Ouray, I took it to a silversmith in town, who's work I'd always admired.  She reset the new stone, and it was even better than it had been originally.  I love this ring.  I don't think I've ever worn it when someone doesn't comment on it.  This summer I was at a meeting at a VERY wealthy person's house, for an upcoming event.  Her House Manager (yes, THAT wealthy) was from England, and he commented on the ring, calling it "stunning".  It's a nice ring.  With the original purchase on Ebay, then the replacement stone, and the repair work, I paid just about $100 for it, but it's a treasure.

In the ultimate moment of perimenopausal irony.......................this morning................

I couldn't find my Progesterone Cream.  I knew it was at the house but could not find it anywhere, though I'd had it last night. Now the vast majority of you reading this will not find this even vaguely interesting, but this stuff is magic.................Pro-Gest.  It has been dubbed "Crazy Cream" at my house.  It helps me NOT be crazy.  But I couldn't find it. At the last moment, I decided to pull out the sofa cushions.................and guess what?

Yep.  And then I went back upstairs, and found my Crazy Cream too.

Stock Show Weather (Again)

So for the uninitiated, there's something that happens each January. 

Friday, January 04, 2013

Tunesday on Friday

Somedays, you're just.....................


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