…and so did we! Advice to those with a “handicap” sticker…drive a motorhome to the venue at Red Rocks.

While three different parking attendants gave us three different directions, we did end up in the lowest level where we were supposed to park in the first place. That placard threw them off and they were trying to get us closer than half a mile away. However – we had a shuttle pick us up and drop us at the entrance, as well as return us to the lower lot when we left. All we had to do was call the number of the cheerful driver. It was superb – and rainless. We returned home with dry clothing and no need for the poncho purchase.

If you don’t have a one of those special permits just invite me to go with you. I can get my hands on one.

Turkey lurkey you’re a jerky.

Not quite sure where or when that ditty was presented in childhood? I was reminded of it four times in the past two days in the ‘hood. My sis and I have seen the flock in our travels. This morning we had two little girls with us to enjoy the view!

Then the hawk was spied out the front window, dining on some small bird, mouse, or rabbit. The magpies waited for the dregs. It was entertainment to rival any NatGeo show.

Now we’re preparing for a round with The Weather Channel as we gear up for a Red Rock’s event. I guess it makes sense to see Teddy Swims in the rain?

Mine are in order! The little insect that dropped onto my cheek in the middle of the night proved that to be true.

It was sometime after two in the morning, the drop was felt, I swatted swiftly and turned on the light. There he was, little black dot on the floor. I figured he wouldn’t bother me again so I didn’t bother to dispose of him either. It was just so amazing to me that I could feel and know it was a bug in the middle of sleep. I guess anything on your face is a warning?

Anyway, I’m vacuuming and hoping he’s long gone or has met his demise in a corner. It was another wake-up call to clean! Or to reread one of my favorite Whitman poems, which I know I have posted before. Now I interpret it with my face in mind, that vacant vast surrounding, with my nose as the promontory. Oh, how a grand slice of writing can gladden the heart.

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

Walt Whitman

You can tell someone’s age by the their pedestrian gait.

Interestingly, the age group most able to cross the street swiftly is young, while those who high-tail it across the road are hobbled with age. Sometimes I am a slow amble with my arms imitating someone in high speed motion, a skill for the elderly. Whatever the circumstance, at least I respect the driver who stopped and wave to them.

Just a little quirky thought for the day.

Yes, it’s that time of the year again. New seasons are upon us and so are the reruns. I’m talking about television.

Whenever the movie, “Brian’s Song,” is aired I watch it. I bawl through the entire second half without fail. My tear ducts are duly cleansed. I even purchased the sheet music to learn the score for piano when I was in high school. It’s that wonderful of a movie based on the true story of Gale Sayers and Brian Piccolo of the Chicago Bears. Of course I read the movie-based book, “I Am Third,” probably before seeing the movie. Remember when we used to do that?

Not everything can stand the test of time, but this one does. If you need a refresher stop by and I’ll entertain you with a rendition of the title score.

Here we go again – new week – new opportunities? Yes! We march forward! And wash the windows again to avoid viewing the dark matter, even if it doesn’t really matter. But Auntie Matter is visiting in a week, so we are tidying up a bit!

It’s a good thing the neighbors are hosting a wedding reception at their home and using our driveway for some of their purposes. We have taken it upon ourselves to prune trees and shrubs for the guests, and learned early in the day that we had a huge dumpster at our disposal. Guess what the plan is for tomorrow?

The hosts may be surprised when a few large pine boughs, logs, and various dead limbs are found in there. Oh – we’ll get permission, but it sure is a happy thought! Years of growth and annual pruning are always on the agenda, but this year it hasn’t happened yet. I call this a fortuitous event.

Yard maintenance always bodes well for a happy marriage. I’ll be sure to thank the new couple for this opportunity – when I actually meet them!

Crazy and scary. I swear I only have to think, “new white blouse,” and I’ll start seeing ads and email offers everywhere.

Perhaps I need to start thinking, “a few million dollars,” “private jet,” or “new hairstyle.” Right now – just thinking, “What’s for dinner?”

Just checking. Wondering who of the desired readers is receiving this?

Even if curiosity killed the cat, I’m still curious. Gentle reader, you don’t have to respond, but if you haven’t received this in a month or two, please do.

Your faithful blogger…

This doesn’t even look like the mess I create with a new recipe. This looks like every after-meal heap. The stove with its many pots and pans and utensils would be a more apt depiction.

There hasn’t been a really new meal attempted for quite awhile around here. Perhaps I’ll work on that next? Just as soon as I finish cleaning up the breakfast clutter!