Greetings Friends!

First of all, I need to point out that there are commas in the title of this post.  Otherwise you might think that I had inhaled in CO, or at least, my Fitbit had.

I assure you that there was no purchase of cannabis, medicinal or recreational. I found that being in the rarefied air of 5,280 feet in Denver and more than twice that at the Alpine Visitor Center in the Rocky Mountain National Park was enough “Wow, man” for me.  Add into that the  humbling effect of driving up into those mountains with their nine feet of snow along the roads, and you can also hear me say, “Dude! That was awesome!”

Totally sober.

Until we went to the Yardhouse where, in addition to a multitude of craft beers on tap, they also have great wines and wonderful food. Perhaps you saw the pic of the pot pie?!

My first meal was a salad called Kale Caesar.  Yep.  And I didn’t even get the play on words until the next morning!!!  Wonderful salad, by the way.

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A few weeks ago, I received and began wearing my orange Fitbit.  It keeps track of my steps per day and syncs up with the computer.

And it’s orange.

When I reach my goal for the day, it vibrates on my wrist.  I look forward to the buzzing and I have even upped the  step count since I started. now that I’m home, I intend to up it again. It motivates me.

But what happened last night was just hilarious and I had to share.

It buzzed as I reached for the remote. Ahahahahaha!  We were sitting in the basement, watching tv and as  I reached for the tv remote to see what else was on, my Fitbit buzzed.

Tickled my funnybone, I’ll tell you what.

There is a problem with the Fitbit, though. We have found a solution until the upgrade in Tangerine comes out. The problem is totally  with me and not with the Fitbit itself.

I have found that fastening it aggravates the lymphedema in my hand.  Remember that bubble that was getting bigger, so it looked like I had five knuckles?  Well, that swelling went down when I had the hubster fasten the Fitbit for me.  I still have a swelling there, but it’s not as big as it was. So, as long as he’s around to fasten it for me, I am okay.

But as soon as that new model with the buckle comes out in Tangerine, I am all over it.      🙂

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I just deadheaded the geranium out by the front door.  And that smell brought me back to helping my dad plant the geraniums on the family graves in Red Wing. He was the sibling that lived in town, so they all chipped in and he bought and then planted them at Oakwood.  I must have gone with him on one of these trips, because when I smell that strong geranium scent, I am up there, kneeling on the ground, helping him. It’s a nice memory.

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The trip to Denver this last weekend began with this discovery:

Hmmm.  Broken glass all over my brushes and containers.  And, to make matters worse, the mirror was SEWN INTO the case. Thankfully I had my MacGiver hubster along! He took out the sliver of a razor from my disposable Bic shaver and sliced through the thread, freeing the mirror.  I wiped the containers off with wet toilet paper—oh yeah, the kleenex box had five tissues in it when we arrived, and two of those were decoration.  And I  carefully flipped the brushes back and forth to get out any shards. So, it was all good.

Anyway, that’s how we started the weekend. And we ended it by boarding the airplane only to hear that one of the indicator lights was out and they had to find out what that meant. I was hoping for a burned out bulb, but it was the emergency brake that had to be replaced to the tune of 60 to 90 minutes. We could deplane and most did; the hubster and I  stayed, stretched out and played a few hands of gin, then took short naps. All was well in 90 minutes and we proceeded to MSP without any further delay.

And the good news was that we didn’t have to drive home during rush hour!

All in all, it was a good trip spent with a wonderful family, celebrating a great guy, in an amazing area.

Oh, and two more pics.

This is the size of the snowbank along the road near the Alpine Nature Center. You can see the rear view mirror in the lower left side of the pic.

In the bare spot above the silver minivan, there are spots. Those are people climbing to the top of that ridge at 12,005 feet. One of those spots is the hubster.

Me? I was in the parking lot taking the pic.

 

Well, have a wonderful Wednesday. Talk to you again soon!

Love,

Janet