Colorado

This is CRAZY.

Yesterday, my favorite Handy Graham gave me a ring – not a diamond ring (I should be so lucky), just a phone call. We shot the breeze for a few minutes, and then he asked, “How’s it going there?  Are you doing okay?”  It was earnest and sincere.  My eyes stung for a few seconds,…

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Resident

According to the internets, I am a Colorado resident once I meet one of the following criteria: •    I have obtained employment in Colorado. •    I own or operate a business in Colorado. •    I have resided in Colorado continuously for 90 or more days. Well, I moved here with a job.  So.  That’s that. …

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Maybe not the most festive post, but…

I need to tell you about yesterday’s drive. Wait.  First, Merry Christmas.  Merry Christmas!  It’s heeeeeeere! Now for the rest.  It should be obvious by the fact that I’m posting this blog, but lest you wring your hands throughout the holidays, I should let you know that I made it to Colorado last night.  The…

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What’s next

I struggle with the question, “What am I doing with my life?”  I always have.  And with each passing day, week, year, I am no closer to finding the answer – I am learning to just take one day at a time. However, even though I might not know what I am doing with my…

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Up from the grave

I am resurrecting from the blog-dead. Maybe if I say it out loud, it will stick. Where have I been?  Oh, you know.  Working.  Working out.  Thinking.  Reading.  Watching some more “Friday Night Lights.”  Breathing. I spent the long weekend in Colorado Springs at my parent’s new house – they moved in June, and I…

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Only in Montrose

… could I go from this, to this, to this: I attended the Wedding of the Century on Saturday night, complete with butterflies in the mountain air and champagne toasting. Since then, we have been hiking, eating, sleeping, seeing friends, reading, and drinking lots of coffee. It’s been the best vacation ever. When I was…

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Like Lewis and Clark

On Friday, on the way back from Taos, Mom and I were driving north on a 2-lane highway through the desert. Snow covered the ground as far as the eye could see, coating the horizon in a uniform white. But suddenly, east of the highway, something caught my eye. “Mom, turn around!” I cried. “What?…

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The entry in which Annie attempts to compare life to cross-stitching

Okay, I admit it: I cannot handle “roughing it.” Yes, the cabin is in the middle of beautiful mountains, amid snowy banks, with plenty of snow-shoeing to be done. But I woke up this morning, and the thermometer read -24. MINUS 24. So today, Mom and I made the 90-minute trek to Taos, NM, in…

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