From my bedroom window, the south face of the building opposite makes lovely abstract expressionist patterns against the pop-art blue-and-clouded sky. The big orange dog on one of the porches adds a touch of realism, and brings me back to the real world of ours. The fact remains that the morning is still quiet, and … Continue reading Sitting in Boulder, Colorado, on a Sunday morning
I knew this was going to happen. You did too, I bet. Bittersweet » Speaking of Iran: The IAEA has issued a report finding Iran in defiance of the UN Security Council regarding their nuclear program. Now we have to wait and see where they go from here and if anything will truly be done.
Only in Boulder can you come across a panhandler with a sign saying, “Let’s face it, it’s for the beer!”
I’m none too sure how a brand-new tube of toothpaste ended up entangled in our bedclothes, and frankly am none too eager to find out. Though I think it has something to do with my visit to the dentist yesterday, along with the dawning realization that I shall need at least 2 new crowns, and … Continue reading I pack in the morning. Toothpaste.