It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

Years ago I ordered the small inspirational magazine, ”Guideposts,” for my mother. For some reason I receive it and have for years. I’m assuming a snafu exists somewhere?

Anyway, the August issue is my granddaughter’s favorite reading material. She puts my glasses around her neck and looks intently through the publication. We have been doing this, well, since August? We find the dogs in the photos. It is quite entertaining, mostly to watch her.

My grandfather used to read, ”National Geographic,” to us kids as we sat by him on the sofa, explaining the exotic photos. The tradition continues.

Especially during this costume-time-of-year, here is a simple answer when you are asked, ”What should I be?” “Oh, be joyful!”

It’s a simple name, and the O Be Joyful campground was just that. While dry camping the past few days, we were privy to the beauty and majesty of the self-proclaimed entry signs when driving into Colorado. “Welcome to Colorful Colorado.” We roughed it with no wifi connection, and only used our handheld camera phones to snap photos. It was a soul-filling few days.

Of course, we weren’t alone, as evidenced by this photo. ”Pristina” snapped proof of the spying going on all around us. The new header on the blog is proof of the state motto. And in honor of the campground, I shall be joyful!

Questions: Who weeds the garden in a dress? Who plays in the gravel in a dress? Who mows the property in a dress?

Answers: Daughter, Granddaughter, and Grandmother.

Well, no sense creating more laundry when you have to be glammed up first thing in the morning? It’s just our little family contribution to water conservation.

Rarely have I had to work so hard to prepare a meal. However, Friday night’s fare required more than usual.

We had purchased a prepared frozen meal from Trader Joe’s, placed it in the kitchen fridge freezer front door, and the meal decided to conform to its surroundings. We couldn’t get it out of the skinny bin. I had to defrost the entire appliance, which meant moving all of the food to the outside appliance. Thank goodness we had another option – first world opportunity, obviously.

Unfortunately, even that did not result in the thawing of our meal, which then became Saturday night’s dinner. The upside? We had Indian cuisine Friday evening, a favorite.

Luckily, we have options.

Although I am not repairing anything I am ”keeping” and conserving history.

I have a 48-star American flag which my father gave to my sister. Both are deceased, but my sister felt it imperative to give to me before she passed. I also have two certificates from my husband’s grandfather. One is for meritorious service in the war, signed by Franklin D. Roosevelt, and the second honoring services in the “War with the German Imperial Government and Austria” signed by Calvin Coolidge. The most beautiful certificate, however, is the one touting my grandmother’s eighth grade graduation. It is embellished, large, and elegantly scribed.

History is fascinating. I am now considering redecorating in that motif rather than my current travel theme in the lower level.

I’ll let the grandkids decorate with my memorabilia.

Two things reminded me that proportion is learned. Both instances were about 50 years apart in their understanding.

Sorry, Sis. My sib sent me a photo of the new furniture in her family room, and yes! The individual pieces selected made the room look larger and more inviting. It was gorgeous. The large comfy sofa really wasn’t proportional to that space.

The second event was my little charge dragging the Barbie car downstairs and endeavoring to sit in it. It was a car, she had a Little Tykes car, and why shouldn’t she sit there?

It’s fun watching people learn.

I’m pretty sure those were Christmas lights on the trees at the local shopping district. Already? In all fairness, the weather is warmer now than in November when they usually arrive, so maybe it’s excusable.

As we prepare for the holiday season, just thought I’d suggest some gift ideas for your loved ones. They are sure to be appreciated in our current economy.

…except we will be crashing into an asteroid tonight, which can be viewed live!

Many things change the trajectory of our lives, and I’m wondering how this particular change in trajectory will affect the rest of the space realm? Kind of like the butterfly effect question?

It’s Monday. I was planning on laundry, but now I have bigger concerns. I’ll have to contact NASA to get this one answered.

“It’s always something.” – Rosanne Rosannadanna.

Isn’t this a pretty door?

As winter approaches – yes – it’s chilly here and the Aspen are changing – I’m considering a new front door. I liked this photo. The only problem with a new entry is that my activity during a snowstorm will be diminished. I won’t be sopping up the little drift that accumulates inside during a wintry blast.

It’s a first world problem and a novel activity at the same time. I think I might miss the old door?

Thirty three years ago I went with a friend to see, ”The Phantom of the Opera,” on Broadway.

The details are a bit fuzzy, but I do know that we didn’t make our ticket date due to a snowstorm in Denver, and the box office informed my friend that the following evening would be just fine for arrival due to the circumstances. Thus, we arrived a day late without confirmation of that agreement.

We wrangled our way to the upper echelon of the ticket takers to present our case. When we were informed that they would honor their promise, but it would require us to stand in the back for the performance, I had to raise a stink. My friend was pregnant and obviously, that would be unacceptable. We were seated mid-theatre, end row, on padded chairs giving us more room than those little theatre seats allowed.

The performance was spectacular and that organ still resounds in my brain. Unfortunately, after 35 years, I read that ”Phantom” will be closing in February of 2023, a pandemic victim. Luckily, I have the score and can recreate the masterpiece on my piano, playing all the parts!

I’ll be prepared for the inevitable return-to-Broadway production.