I am in here.
Time moves differently in Boulder — more lazily. Or maybe it’s just me that’s more lazy. Here it is, lunch time and I didn’t even realize. Business headlines are all that’s in the newspaper today.. Celestial Seasoning’s income is up. Stuff like that. And the ozone layer seems to be recovering. We’re just living on … Continue reading time in Boulder
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
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.
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