We have been getting out, hiking, biking, and strolling Lovely Ouray's trails and lanes. It's a good feeling when Spring is packing up her bags and Summer is on the doorstep. Our mountain bikes have been getting a lot of use these past few weeks. We ride to Ridgway and beyond, on rural county backroads that hem and haw through valley pastures...greening and growing under dumb cows who know only to eat and shit, eat and shit.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
It's a beautiful day to reminisce in Lovely Ouray. Spring sprinkles. Droplets of rain cling to the Imax Windows of Mine Shack Number Two, uncertain of their fate.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Awaiting May in Lovely Ouray...getting Lovelier every day. Still, not a month "Home" from a winter's worth of road-tripping, Colorado to Utah to Arizona and back, mental dialog over my
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Sitting by the fire, gazing out the Imax Windows...watching it snow. My second cup of coffee is down to its last swallow and the Idea Fairy plays hooky from the right segments of my brain...which leaves me half-witted when it comes to penning philosophically rich prose and poetry that might help tread-millers make it to Hump-Day. Perhaps now would be a good time to jot down a few notes on how to record TV shows on the DVR, so we can skip through the vast wasteland of mind-numbing banality that occupies an ever-increasing portion of said shows...of which there are only about three that remain worth watching. Please pardon me while I go look for a Kindergartener who can assist me with the absolute befuddlement of programming instructions.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Utah on my mind: car, windows and other places the sun doesn’t shine: Confessions of a spoiled Snowbird
Friday, April 19, 2013
Here is an analogy with multifarious applications. Today, I apply it to my aversion to substandard weather: Life is a lot like baking a cake. Always indulge the batter...just in case you end up burning the cake. Of course one runs the risk of ending up with a tummy ache and a smaller cake (or, in my case, a cupcake (burp)), but they own the great satisfaction of having stayed on the offensive and lived in the moment...that you not only stopped to "smell roses," you gobbled them down while you could!