Sunday football. Denver Kansas City. A home game for Kansas City. Nobody
beats Kansas City in Kansas City. Football is a stupid game. I hate football.
Golden
You know we were there. You know it’s coming. The many faces of Sopris. This trip’s view of Mt. Sopris.
Golden
Another can’t lose football day, Saturday. Texas and Colorado. That didn’t
go well. We could pretend we were rooting for Texas all along, but really,
we were rooting for Colorado. Took a while to figure out what went wrong.
Went outside at halftime and discovered we had hung the CU flag backwards.
That must have made it the sign of the devil, the anti-CU, or something,
because CU just got creamed. Creamed doesn’t describe it. Words don’t
describe it. Sorry CU, for getting the flag backwards. Got Rags back from the cat spa today. Now we’re all back together.
Golden
Know how, when you’re camping, and it gets quiet at night, and then some
dogs start barking off in the distance, and it goes on and on, and you can’t
fall asleep because it’s so irritating, and then you discover that it’s not
dogs barking, it is a whole flock of Canada geese, and suddenly it’s nature
not an annoyance, and everything is okay? Does that ever happen to you? I struggled with a smell/fragrance/odor/annoyance in the motel in
Carbondale. I just couldn’t place it. Something faint, but sharp. Just
the occasional waft. I couldn’t locate the source. Something slightly
burnt, but subtle. I tried for days. It only hit me when I was sitting
quietly, working at my computer. It never happened in the other room. It made me crazy. It wasn’t the fridge. It wasn’t the sink. It wasn’t the
microwave. I just couldn’t figure it out. Then, Friday morning, the
epiphany. It appeared in a different room. At the same time as the
fragrance appeared in a different room, the ziplock bag of coffee beans
appeared as well. Coffee beans! Not our normal coffee beans, but some
particularly strong espresso coffee beans. I love that coffee. Problem
gone.
Golden
Saturday. A long drive last night, but a productive one. We drove through
a little bit of a mess on Vail Pass, then a bigger mess at the Eisenhower
Tunnel, but we made it back to the front range between storms. That was the
best possible time to get through. Very happy to be home, to our motorhome. Wherever the motorhome is, it’s so
much nicer than a hotel room. Home in time for the Company Christmas party.