Sorry this is late. I could come up with many reasons, but the short of it is, I just didn’t get anything done on time. Thank you, Leftcandid, for filling in last week. It was good to hear from a campaign’s perspective how the race was run (won). Her victory party is this coming Friday evening, if anyone wants to drop Leftcandid a Kosmail asking where (or just visit the candidate’s page).
Myself, I’ve been passing my time working, trying to catch up on moving, and trying to enjoy Estes Park. I am very happy to have this view from my work desk, so even though right now it’s pure blackness outside, I did enjoy the full moon on the newfallen snow (thinking of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas) when it was clear enough to see the peaks a few miles away.
No, this isn’t taken from someplace along a trail or road. This is through my window over my desk.Today, when the customer support calls were non-stop, it was so pleasant to just focus on the mountains, explore the crags, imagine walking among the peaks (yeah, like I’m in any kind of shape to do that) and to realize that unless something really unlikely happens, those mountains will never have to care about Trump, Republicans, or these little bothersome creatures swarming all over them. No, probably not until Yellowstone has its next explosive eruption will these mountains likely change, and even then after awhile they’re likely to return to pretty much the same visage, since I think Yellowstone might only cover us all with 50-100 feet of dirt and debris, and that will erode and wash down the mountains in a thousand years at most, finally exposing these granite edifices again.
I may not have that much time left on this earth in conscious form — I was reminded of that when a very good friend announced he had advanced cancer in his larynx. A problem with putting off things until some imaginary retirement age so you can spend time with your friends is, not everyone makes it that far. As friends fall by the wayside, it becomes lonelier and lonelier. I’m convinced that was part of what did in my father eight months after my mother passed. He’d outlived most of his friends, and some of the few left were not capable of socializing anymore.
OK, tell me something in the comments to make me feel brighter. I mean, we’ve already had our first houseguest who loved it so much she stayed an extra night. We’ve had a large male deer walk through the yard, as well as a fox, so we’re starting to get the charismatic megafauna. Tell me stuff like that!
Anyone know any Kossacks up here in Estes Park?