I’ve been to and am back from Colorado where I saw family, friends, and lovely scenery.
While the trip was planned before we knew my sister was pregnant, we did get to see our niece, who was born in May.
I’m not sure which I enjoyed more: Beau Jo’s, Domo, or Las Delicias. While Beau Jo’s and Las Delicias were regular haunts for us, I’ve only been to Domo once before during the 2000 CCCC. Good pizza and good Mexican food are hard to find here in St. Louis. While we’ve finally found some good pizza, we’ve had to settle on okay Mexican.
My parents had us walk through the house to decide which things we’d like to have left to us. While there are many things I’d be happy to have, there are just a few items I would want to fight for. We’ll see what my sister wants and work things out from there. What I want are odd things, like my dad’s framed FBI credentials, a London Bobby hat my dad got on an exchange program in 1976, an oil lamp that belonged to my great-grand parents, a fabric picture of Grand Mesa my mother made, and some glasses decorated with owls that we pretty much just used to drink egg nog from on Christmas Eve. I do think I surprised everyone when I added to the list my parents’ G4 and G5 iMacs. While I hope my parents are around long after those computers stop working, both the G4 and G5 are newer than my G3 iMac…
We did say we’d take the dog, either the current one or a later one. Whether it’s the current one or a future one, it will be a Samoyed, and I’ve never met a Samoyed I didn’t like. Lots of people think I don’t like dogs because I don’t like lots of barking. It’s not that I don’t like dogs, it’s that I’m used to Samoyeds (ours) and Huskies (grandparents and uncle/aunt’s). In other words, dogs that tend to vocalize by means other than barking. (Dogs that understand the concept of an indoor voice, if you will).
In Denver, we had dinner with one of my best friends in high school/roommate during the first two years of college and his wife. We’ve kept in touch via email over the years, but this was the first time I’ve seen him since I left Boulder back in 1993. Essentially, if I was spending any time in Denver, I was visiting my in-laws. In retrospect, that was a big mistake. (Not visiting my in-laws, which I enjoy, but not insisting on visiting old friends while in town.) In one of those odd twists of fate, my friend’s wife lived in the same small dorm as we did our freshman year. In fact, she lived in a suite with two other women, and while we regularly hung out with her roommates, we had very little interaction with her. They met again some years after we all graduated.
One of her roommates (whom I call M.) looms large in my memories of deciding to stop being a biochemistry/creative writing double major. While I was in honors general chemistry, M. was in regular general chemistry, and although we took our exams at the same time, M.’s tests were multiple choice and mine weren’t. I’d come back to the dorm after my exams and go through M.’s multiple choice exam question sheet to tell her what questions she got right and what questions she got wrong. While I could ace her tests, I barely passed mine. As my lab TA told me, general chem. was the “big lie” and honors general chem. was the “little lie.” I understood the theory but couldn’t do the math.
Contrary to what some mid-west natives like to claim, humidity is everything. 100 degrees in Colorado is much more tolerable than 100 degrees in Missouri. Sweat, for example, evaporates quickly in Colorado. And you don’t wake up to 80 degree temperatures. In Colorado, while it might get up to 100 degrees in the foothills on the Western and Eastern slopes, the lows will get down into the lower 60s or upper 50s. That really helps.
I’ve been in the lowlands too long. It wasn’t that many years ago that I could return to Colorado and go hiking at 9,000+ feet. Now I’m just another lowlander who has to worry about altitude sickness.