The day started early.
And is ending later.
In between there was work, tests, lab reports and the weekly prescription dose tweaks.
Followed by some baseball. Chili and salad for dinner. Good food and a reasonably good game as well.
The house entertainment was provided by Violet. She brings toys to her human to play.
Back to work.
And then baseball. A house fluctuating between 6 and 8 friends watching slightly tape-delayed.
Carl spent some time decorating the house.
Tools of the baseball trade and the skeletons are playing catch. Okay, so only one is really visible.
Our personal bookstore display.
And of course, food. Deep dish pizza, salad and a few more bits and pieces. Followed by a birthday cream puff to share.
And game 1 goes to Boston.
Our time in Colorado is drawing to a close. We did score 35 extra minutes with a flight delay. This morning we were able to get some breakfast and see Bob one more time before boarding the shuttle bus for DIA (now DEN).
Having Carl fly first class means we checked our bags. He could have left me for the premium security line, but the security location we chose, bridge security, had basically no line at all. And we made some money.
These coins were left in the tray for putting shoes, computers and loose change through security.
We thought we saw a toonie, but no luck. I think we have about $0.77 in Hungarian Forints (a 200 forint and a 20 forint coin), and another $0.77 in a 5 Kuna from Croatia. A toonie is currently worth about $1.56 US, so our 3 coins are worth almost the same. (But not as easy to use.)
The dry brown of Colorado fall.
We replaced the dry brown with the damp grey of fog. The reason for the flight delay and the cooler feel of temperatures that were really not that different.
Home again and ready for bed.
The brunch bunch. Yes, there was bacon.
We had one errand today, to return a car. And we needed to work off brunch. Put it all together and we ended up with a one-way delivery followed by a 3 mile walk back. It was a lovely day, but the altitude gave the walk a longer feel.
So we met for a light dinner.
Oh, and also a celebration.
Birthday buddy 1 – Bob
Birthday buddy 2 – Jay
Birthday pie – yes, that’s a 91
I also got coffee in bed. A foodelish sort of day.
Not to be confused with today. That would be Sunday. Not enough to say about Sunday yet.
Yesterday the final team for the 2018 World Series was set. Carl thinks he’s going to root for the Seattle Pilots 2018 version, otherwise known as the Milwaukee Brewers. [None of the players from the 1969 Pilots remain on the team. ] He is also hoping this year’s villain, Machado, of the Dodgers, has a really poor showing, which just about guarantees he will be the MVP.
Saturday started with breakfast with a friend from our time of residence in the fun Fort. The food was good diner fare, and the better part was they did not pressure us to move along, even after we had long since finished our meal. The walk to the diner was about 32 degrees. It was quite a bit warmer on the return trip. Soon after that walk we were back to eating. This time it was bratwurst with Bob.
We finally edged away from the table to visit with Carl’s brother at his store in Old Town.
Steve suggested we wander by what had been a bar during our time in town, Washingtons. It has been repurposed as an auditorium, but one of the main decorations is still displayed. A stained glass window from 1895 depicting George Washington with the God and Goddess of Victory.
Originally from Pittsburgh, it was moved here in 1977, and hung in the bar until 2016. I’m not sure whether I am more impressed with it’s survival over the first 82 years or the last 39 in a bar.
Pardon the quality of the pictures.
On Friday we had been reminiscing with Bob about his younger days. One memory he shared concerned his 1940 Torpedo, two-door coupe. We looked up some pictures, it was quite the car. Carl and I thought for a moment we had found that car in a nearby parking lot.
Not quite the same make or model, but we were only off by one year.
1939 Chevrolet
Still Life in Hotel Room
It has been a glorious day here in Fort Collins. Blue sky. The temperature varies depending on the sun or shade of your location.
A pile of snow gave Carl the opportunity to create this little guy.
We drove up to Horsetooth Reservoir. Back when I was in graduate school, I would drive up to Horsetooth with my notes, books and a thermos of something warm to drink. Then I would try to make sense of fluid dynamics and boundary layer theory.
We even found the ERC (Engineering Research Center) where I had a computer lab to use. Most of the time available for students in my position were low on the totem pole for computer time. I got most of my time between 11 PM and 6 AM. Of course those were also Carl’s working hours and he occasionally worked in the ERC.
Longest security line. EVER!
I think they are working on the principle that if you keep them moving they won’t complain. And we never stopped for more than a brief moment. It went back and forth, around escalators, over the river and through the woods, to grandfathers house we go.
We were not rushed. My carpooler went the extra mile for an early pickup and drop off. First class all the way. At least for Carl. The perks of missing Rey’s wedding. [Wait, that sounds like he wanted to miss.] Me, I’m in steerage.
I can see Carl from my seat. But not his expressions, visual or audible. On the other hand, sitting alone, in the midst of others has provided an opportunity to start a book that would never have been started while going to bed. My nocturnal reading needs to grab my attention, at least at the beginning of a book. I have read a few chapters and it is starting to grow more interesting. I am interested to see whether I decide to follow it to its conclusion, or set in on a bookshelf to find a more interested reader.
On the ground, early. But our gate is occupied. 10 more minutes before I can move towards the restroom.
And we made it to the fun Fort, borrowed a car, got a few groceries and made it to Bob’s for an early dinner (or late lunch). The temperature was low 60s, I think, but there are still vestiges of the 6 inches of snow that fell last weekend.
Carl and I went out tonight to see the show in the title. For those that don’t know, the musical is about September 11th and the days that followed in Gander, Newfoundland. It was at the 5th Avenue theater, and I am pretty sure it was the touring company.
The show was amazing. The Tuesday night crowd tends to be a bit older, and will often leave before the last note is sung and the curtain falls. Tonight everyone stayed, and many stayed until the musicians finished their encore.
Commuting comedy. Seen on the rear license plate holder.
“Driver Reads Braille”
With pictures
I often talk about work being work. This was work too, but Wayne Drop is always fun. Last game of the Mariners’ 2018 season.
Seeing double. Another season ending gift from a friend.
Said friends
Seasons change. Temperatures drop. And furnaces fail. So we are now the proud owners of a space heater. It took 5 days to get a repair person to diagnose the problem, and another day for the repair.
We were trying to meet a friend to watch a game in a sports bar near the Seattle Center. We decided to walk. About 4.5 miles, the longest walk attempted since the summer of surgeries. This is some Amazon artwork along the way.
Chili. Spicy lentil chili. Rey lead me to this recipe. I made it for a work chili cook off. I would do it again, but make it a day in advance and just reheat. Carl and I have been eating the leftovers and they improve every day.
In addition to adding more miles, Carl has restarted working. It has been a slow start, picking up and dropping off. But Saturday we took both Dean and Audrey for 4 hours. We spent our time at a park and the zoo.
Two zoo residents and a volunteer.
The carousel was closed, so they pretended.
Sometimes the bear hugs you, sometimes you hug the bear.
Not what it seems. Those are laser eyes. Laser eyes of a robot.
We capped off the day with the Seattle Women’s Chorus. We managed transit to avoid parking. The added walking, on top of the zoo, meant we were both ready to sleep by the time we got home.
It was a beautiful fall day.
We did walk. Must take advantage. Probably a few miles, with a large hill between our house and the target grocery store.
Vactor trucks that lurk around every corner.
Long line of dump trucks waiting to dump and pave. Work does not stop for a weekend.
Figs, strawberries and some new kitchen implements in hand, we headed out for a bus ride home.
It was so nice that I spent part of the afternoon on the deck, going through the Sunday paper.
And then there is the truck that has spent the weekend on our block. As far as I know, no neighbor knows the entire story. Facts: The truck will not drive away without serious help. It didn’t drive far in this condition. Rumors: The police arrested the driver. There is a note on the windshield asking not to be towed, that “he” will get it moved. The mountain dew on the hood is not empty.
Front tire doing a side step
I wonder if the garbage haulers will consider picking it up with the rest of the trash tomorrow.
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