Around the House in the first week of Spring

Tulip progress in my front yard:

first day of Spring

Thursday

Scenes along the morning walks this week

 

the Pack

the light was too blue to see in the photograph, but he's a mountain bluebird

coyote trotting along

backyard scenes now that we've gotten the patio furniture and umbrella up

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John Mayer Sob Rock Denver March 27, 2022

 

  

Fantastic concert, great seats where no one was in front of us, no one behind, and we were on the aisle. 

I'm finding my enjoyment of concerts hinges on no one impeding my view, sitting when I want to sit, standing when I want to stand, and getting out without climbing over strangers.

And remembering my fancy earplugs that allows me to hear the music clearly without being deaf afterwards. (I did.)

We had dinner at Los Dos and were reminded again how short staffed places are everywhere. It took us 90 minutes to get in and out (without a wait for a table) because there were so few servers. 

in the parking lot of Los Dos

We got to the light rail and discovered there is no more C line (the direct train to the arena). No problem, we took the D and transferred to the E halfway there. 

The problem came when we, along with at least another 100 people, stood at the train station after the concert for nealy an hour, incredulous that there were NO trains running in service at all. We watched three come through as "Not in Service." Not one driver had the decency to open the window and inform anyone we'd be standing there until 4:15 the next morning. 

After 15 minutes of attempting to have Uber or Lyft find a driver, we waved the white flag and called home for rescue. 

Despite enjoying the light rail for nearly 15 years, I'll pass going forward until (if) the schedule can return to normal. 

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March 24, 2022

Mamammy would have turned 99 years old today. 

I think I might have been 10 when I first found this photo of her, at high school graduation (valedictorian). I remember staring at this and back at her over and over trying to overlay the teenager with the grandmother who I saw every single day once my grandparents has moved in with us when I was six. 

In my ancient wisdom of 10, she'd always been "old" and here was the first evidence that, no, she was once young, like me. I'm not sure why it was such a revelation. Even in black and white, every time I look at this photo I see her blue eyes.

I think this was her first photograph. Tales of her going to school barefoot and living in poverty in Little Cedar, Oklahoma without electricity or indoor plumbing, packed in with endless siblings, and being seven years old when the Great Depression descended on the country, this would likely be the first time the family would spend money on a photograph. 

Here are the only other surviving photographs of her, from what appears to be her early 20s, when World War II would have been raging overseas, to a couple she kept from the early 50s

This must have been a favorite dress. Different shoes = different days. 

And there didn't seem to be a lot of days when the camera was used. 

Colbie's Spring Break Week

Completely jumbled thanks to Blogger, but the week of Colbie in photos: