From the corner of the cramped bedroom, he watched her chest rise and fall under the floral comforter. He inhaled the familiar lavender scent. A quivering flash of lightning coincided with the rumble of thunder and she stirred.
My husband Danny and I escaped from the scorching temperatures in Boulder, Colorado and drove to the mountains. The temperatures at 2 miles high still reached the high 80’s! This time of year the wildflowers bloom, but it has been too dry. I need to start doing a rain dance.
We stopped at a car show in Vail. Some of the colors reminded me of Popsicles. Which color Lamborghini would you choose?
A Lamborghini traffic jam.
Wheat swaying in the moonlight swished like waves in an iridescent sea. She cut a path through the field, propelled by hunger and the seductive aroma of dinner. Clouds that had flitted across the sky now obliterated the only light source and she found herself concentrating on her footing.
Colorado gets around 300 sunny days a year and this summer could be a scorcher. After skipping springtime we have leapt into mid-July weather. Boulder is one mile high in elevation and with the altitude comes thinner and drier air. It can be a very good thing (my hair and humidity hate on each other), until it gets hot and by hot I mean blast furnace heat. I don’t mind working up a sweat, but man, playing tennis in 100 degree blistering heat can be miserable.
I try to ignore the threat of being literally cooked on the courts by looking on the bright side. That is what I do best.
Here is my top ten list of reasons why I love playing tennis under the sizzling summer sun when it hits 100 degrees. Continue reading
Dad and Mom as newlyweds
I can still see the blue smoke swirling above my dad’s head as he puffed on a pipe while reading the Sunday newspaper. Sometimes he entertained my sister Patty and me by blowing rings that lingered, then floated to the ceiling and disappeared. The sweet scent of pipe tobacco filled the living room of our small apartment along with classical music which resonated from the speaker on the record player. Patty and I lounged on the white wool carpet while giggling at the comic strips.
He used a large magnifying glass to show us how color is separated during the printing process. We gasped in amazement upon the discovery of the tiny dots of red, yellow, and blue that blended to create the colorful funny pages. One time, he gave us each an egg filled with Silly Putty and flattened it out, then pressed it onto our favorite strip. We could see the duplicated image on its sticky surface. Back then it seemed like magic! Mom would fuss about the lint he would pick up on his black trousers after sitting on the floor with us.
My husband Danny and I decided to hike Quandary trail in Breckenridge. We were not prepared for all the downed trees due to beetle kill and high winds. Though there were many dead trees, I was overwhelmed by the signs of new life .
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A beetle’s eye view Continue reading
After she plopped down in the recliner and rubbed her tired feet, the hallway clock chimed twelve times. What a crazy day. So many friends had attended and she smiled knowing new acquaintances had been made. As she looked around at the empty wine and champagne bottles, beer cans and glasses, her heavy eyelids shut. Continue reading