Kills me every time

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Fragments

I stood behind you in line today, contemplating the back of your head and the curlicue at the nape of your neck, and it struck me that I know a piece of you, now, here in this moment, that you do not even know. This fragment of you is mine, this moment a page in your book, and I am the main character. How many pages are there like this one, pages of you that you have not read? Maybe you jogged down a busy sidewalk and ten pairs of eyes observed you in a flash. And all you know are the lampposts stringing ahead of you.

Camping in Fraser, CO

Drove to the mountains this past weekend to go camping just past Winter Park in Fraser. It was a foggy, gloomy, rainy Saturday...

And a bare bones campground...

Got a new tent for my birthday this year, and I love it, so easy to put up. It started to rain as I was setting up, so then I climbed inside and took a 4-hour afternoon nap, aahhh...

Sunday morning. Woke up with ice on the tent. The outer shell was frozen stiff. brr!

And totally unrelated...Mindy attacking Mac with love...

When spacetime gets foamy

The auction at the end of the universe is where all of the defective black holes are being sold to the lowest bidder.

I finally love Mondays

On Monday nights I go from work to poetry class, and then from poetry class to harmonica class. Favorite day of the week.

Tonight in harmonica class we learned Not Fade Away by Buddy Holly...

He made us play AND sing. And he convinced us that anyone can sing despite what we've been told since childhood. He also said that teaching a beginner harmonica class is like creating the universe. (I couldn't wait for his explanation on this one!) "because it's creating order out of chaos." I died a little laughing, because we all certainly sound like chaos right now. And tonight we also learned some basic blues riffs. I love the instructor so so so much. He is just the most genuinely genuine person I think I've ever met. And his deep, southern twangy voice just makes me want to curl up inside of it and backstroke through some cotton balls while eating buttery grits.

CuddleBunnies!

I died 1,000 times in a row when I walked into the room and saw them like this.

Today probably never happened

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Some photos and such

Driving home from the airport Sunday, I saw a pretty amazing sunset over the Rockies...

Tonight Mindy passed out on her favorite blankie...

Crazy cat lady...

Adorable BFFs...

My favorite neighborhood characters

These guys got painted over with plain 'ol mailbox blue yet again...and a few weeks later they returned...

And they applied too much pressure and ripped the page

It feels like someone is trying to erase my head with a big pink eraser, starting at the temples.

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