I am in here.
Home was waiting for me when I got back here. I missed this place, but now I miss Boulder just as much. Peter forgot to tell us that the refrigerator broke down, “oh, some time last week.” At least I have a task for tomorrow. I just wish the refrigerator’s inside didn’t smell like a … Continue reading Home was waiting
I spent the morning (some of it) in the foothills behind Boulder CO. I took many pictures, and have just put them up on .mac. Here’s the link.
Hmm, just noticed that I’ve been posting on Boulder CO time for the past few weeks. Oh well. Now playing on iTunes: Old Fashion Morphine from the album “Escondida” by Jolie Holland
What I most dislike about travelling is the fact that, if I stay in any one place for a few days, like we have here in Boulder, I put down roots. Then comes the time to leave, and roots must be pulled up. But here in Boulder is home, and there in Cincinnati is home. … Continue reading Homes and Roots.
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