
The air is lighter and cleaner here. I feel healthy just walking down to my favorite coffee house.
Actually, my favorite coffee house here is one of about four different ones around here. Five, maybe. Everyone has a favorite.
The plains intersect with the mountains right here. I can drive for ten minutes into the Front Range and be a thousand feet higher than I am sitting here in our home.
Two environments — plains and mountains — and several different coffee houses.
chatty cathy
My earliest memory is of getting a brand new Chatty Cathy doll for Christmas. I was fascinated by her ability to speak, and to randomize her lines, so that I could not predict what she would say the next time that I pulled the cord on the back of her neck.
I loved that thing. The last I saw of it, the doll was looking a bit bedraggled and worse for the wear. It disappeared roughly around the time that I got one of the first Barbie dolls as a gift. Next Christmas? Birthday? Can’t remember.
Everything looks better in the morning, even the previous night. However, the previous night looked pretty good anyways.
This is the sort of pretentious blather that my mind runs through when it is waking itself up, which it is attempting to do so right now. It is helped along by a mocha frappuccino; I suppose that the first bits of caffeine are hitting the brain-blood barrier right now as I type.
The crickets are still running on, though their enthusiasm is much less in the mornings than in the night. I find myself worrying about how exhausted they must get with singing 24 hours a day, but in a few months, they will all be dead anyway, from the cold.
On that cheery thought, I will go and try to make something out of the aforementioned morning.
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A few pictures I took at the Cincinnati Nature Center after the dedication this morning. I do seem to collect photo programs on the Droid. Then I have to take pictures with them, and forget which one I like that … Continue reading →