Oh My!

Oh my it is HOT! Good grief. I got in my car yesterday and outside it said 105...the black interior fried my tush...Whoo!!

I stopped by the gro, it was so nice and cool. I just wanted to press my face against the cool (clean) tile floor. I keep telling myself that it won't last forever. We can endure about anything for a season, right?

Poor Tdawg!! Two a day football practice starts Monday. First game in three weeks. It is gonna be sticky in the stands...but the poor kids in full pads (bless them!).

I am blaming the weather for my list of unfinished projects. What in the world have I been doing?? I just can't seem to finish. And yes, I started another project this week. Maybe this weekend I can get my desk cleaned out and at least two projects finished...

As my mom would say...Let me sit down and have a cup of coffee and think about it...

Anniversary

My surprise on Monday, our anniversary. Gawgeous flowers!! Well we made it 24 years (and counting). No one gave us more than six weeks!

She Said It Best...

Great blog! Ms. Hood is talking about parenting her autistic son.

I didn't know that I would have a son who would teach me to be a much better person. To be more patient, tolerant and compassionate. He's taught me not to judge until I have the full story. And to not even judge after that. I've learned that there is never just one right answer. And that sometimes there isn't any answer at all. That we all do our best and sometimes that has to be good enough.

I didn't know that I could admire one of my own children so much. And try to emulate him. Oliver's first teacher once said to me, "life is very hard for Oliver." And it was meant to be taken at face value—life really is hard for him. Things that come easily to others—asking for something, joining a game, understanding directions—are difficult for him.

Oliver navigates the world with an upside down map. He nevers peaks the local dialect. And in effect, he's learned to work hard, be his own man and give others space to have their own differences. I think we could all try to be a little bit more like Oliver.

When?

When will I ever learn that office lunches never turn out well? I must be a slow learner. I would do better to sit at my desk. People often ask why I eat lunch with Cletus so much. Simple: we do not talk about work. We do not have unappetizing conversations. We relax and eat and enjoy the time away from work.

Did I hear something?

Did you ever get the feeling that someone/something was staring at you?
"Hey?"


tap tap tap..."let me in!"


hello?


flew off...bringing reinforcements...

Reunion

Wheat Ridge Farmers!

Evolution of a Bowl of Fruit