It's been snowing, it's snowing now, and the forecast calls for buckets more snow throughout the week with highs in the teens. Bring it, Old Man—try to knock the Post Christmas smile my haggard face, the Humbug Chip off my shoulder—give me your best shot and we'll see who's wearing shorts when you're all said, done, and blown out.
Son, CJ, came up from Albuquerque to spend some quality Christmas time, not to mention, empty out our fridge and cupboards. Such a pleasant young man, in his middle years and in spite of having to slay corporate dragons six days a week. Don't know if I could bend over for "The Man" anymore; maybe if I got hungry enough. His anything-for-profit company decided to give out Pay Cuts for the coming year, retroactive to November. Ho Ho Ho…Merry Christmas, Lemmings. So CJ found another company to go to work for in Denver, one that was voted a top ten "Best Places to Work." It's nice to see that sometimes good things happen to good people, instead of the other way around. Congrats, son.
We hiked a couple three hours every day…post-holing and tracking up all the fresh snow. CJ's a Crossfit gym rat, thus no stranger to the FUN gains and ENDORPHIN highs that comes as a result of a good workout. When snow got deeper than my gators, I'd make him break trail :).
It will be nice to have CJ living in Denver where we have more Fam-damly (Maia Owen Anita Brent, MOAB) in nearby Golden, home of Coors Beer Inc and the ever-present smell the damp barley. Coors had to remove "Made from pure Rocky Mountain Spring Water" from their cans when it was discovered they were simply pulling water out of the river. Never a fan of the brand; it seems to always leave me with a headache.
Don't let this above photo fool you. I'm not that much shorter...
Twin Peaks made a nice Postcard backdrop for our Christmas Card
An Imax Fam-damly Christmas...