Like back in black only with snow and rain, heh. It was a white knuckle flight over Boulder mountain on Wednesday late afternoon. Evidently it had been raining and then froze and converted to snow. About 4 inches of snow. Even a light tap on the brakes would start a skid. So we crawled over that beast at about 10 - 15 mph. A normally 45 minute drive turned into double that. Whew. Welcome home, eh? I had temperature whiplash on top of altitude whiplash. From sunny and 79 degrees to 29 degrees and snowing a blizzard.
Just now coming up for air after working 13+ hours yesterday serving Thanksgiving dinner to more than 100 folks at the Bone (slang name for the restaurant where I work from time to time). I still haven't adjusted back to Mountain time so to me it seemed like 2:30 am when I finally got home. ack. Also, I haven't been standing on my feet for that many hours in a row for some time. Standing on a ladder painting, maybe but then I get sitdown breaks.
Woof. We did get to share sips of a bottle of Shafer cab at the end. wow. that is one fine wine.
So what shall we do with a Black Friday, eh? No shopping but much nesting, soup making, and going off to see my friend Scotty's open studio. Go take a look. She is an amazing artist and captures this country better than any other artist down here I've so far encountered. Then it's off to work on the 2nd to last night of the season here. On Sunday we clean the place and then, O my Peeps, it is OVAH for the year. Finding the next income earning proposition comes next.
And the Miami house has not yet found its new human...send good vibes, please.
Hope the soup had fresh crusty bread with it:0) I like your friends work, the sense of space and light is powerful indeed in her work. I may never find myself physically standing in your landscape but it is the work of hearts and hands such as hers that plants me firmly there. Thank you for the link, thank her for her work.
Wishing you good outcome in finding the next income earning proposition and trusting your wood pile is high and dry:0)
I didn't know what Black Friday was and so was shocked to hear the news of the person killed in the rush to consume, truly black for one family... desperation can lead a group to a crowd to a pack, how I wish humanity could try and hang on to the humane part of that a little more intently, greed is part of us all but when siphoned by want rather than guided by need can become so bloody in all senses of the word. Sorry if this is an inappropriate comment in your space, just shocked that a holiday about thanks and family is truly but a pause in the stampede.
Posted by: Daisy-Winifred | November 29, 2008 at 05:26 AM
No shopping for me either...the news of trampled clerks made me sad. I also made vats of turkey soup. Glad you're back home safely.
Posted by: Pischi | November 30, 2008 at 11:56 AM
Welcome home! Are you selling or renting the house in Miami? When you want some warm weather and you get to good ole St. George, let me know and we can have some coffee.
Posted by: Sheila | November 30, 2008 at 11:18 PM
I love these Boulder stories! I'm homesick! I'll click my heels three times....and...
Posted by: Raymond | December 14, 2008 at 12:27 AM