Watching the Broncos is practically aerobic. We’re exhausted.
We thought all was lost until Judy thought to get out the Bronco Poncho and we waved it in front of the TV. That barely pulled us through!
Football is so much easier to watch when we’re not so invested in one of the teams. Go Broncos!
I look at the moon.
I don’t see a man. I’ve heard about the man in the moon since I was a kid, but does anybody really see a man in the moon?
If I squint, maybe I see it. Does the man in the moon look like a pumpkin face carved by a 5-year-old; a cartoonish open mouthed face? That’s the best I can make out. That’s kind of weak. Surely, it’s something better than that!
Raptors are fearsome hunting machines. Flying carnivores.
This particular raptor is an American Kestrel. Fearsome, if you happen to be smaller than he is, which would be about the size of a robin.
The patterns change. After a long hot summer where the weather doesn’t vary from day to day, we enter the winter pattern with periodic weather fronts that roll through from west to east, sometime remaining north of us and sometimes plowing right through where we live.
Yesterday was warm weather in the 80s. Today and all weekend, 60 degrees and rain.
By the end of next week, back in the 80s again.
Cycling between cool and rainy to warm and sunny in the 80s. Not a bad way to spend our time until next March when the weather fronts go away and we settle back into hot and humid.
That’s what the trip to Phoenix was. Hanging out with Austin was cool. 16 years old. He’s practically an adult. Matt was that age once. Arie is a tweener. She’s 9. At one moment fully engaged in a screaming match with the 5-year-olds, and the next involved in a philosophical discussion about how the world works, and how it should work with the closest adult. Yeah. Becky.
The little ones. A blazing combination of running laughing crying climbing hugging screaming and talking. All pretty much at once. A person doesn’t get any one of them for very long without all the others. And without the inconvenience of us actually being responsible for the parental refereeing, we got to huddle in the center of, and enjoy the benefit of, the little kid hurricane that is Matt and Lindsay’s house.
We got to relive and enjoy all these stages at once.
