Diane and I stopped at Concord Teacakes for coffee this morning and I caught this guy on a shelf in the window, and standing right next to him were these glasses.

They could be two of my most useless photos, but I’m posting them because that’s all I’ve got.

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We stopped in on Flo tonight to deliver her pills, milk and to say hello. She complained that she had trouble kneeling for any length of time. She’s thirty-four years older than I am and I bet she can kneel painlessly longer than I.

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Matt and friends are at Ed’s place in NH tonight using the brand new eight person tent I bought at Costco for only a hundred bucks. If they stay over Saturday I may join them as it’s a perfect time of year given the dry weather means no skeets.

Some photos of the almost finished house before the final photos of the finished house.

Diane’s father tenderly cared for many varities of roses which he would then cut and display on their piano. I didn’t see it first hand; Diane told me many years ago. Because of that history I tried to imitate her father, and lord know I tried hard, or atleast I shelled out many dollars at K-Mart for small plants. But I never got them to winter over, or I’d forget where I planted them and mow then down the following spring. Anyway, I’m a better photographer of roses than grower, and this one, my most recent, is for Diane. You see, I forgot about our anniversary on the 23rd of this month and truth to tell, she might have too had pesky godson’s parents not sent us a card which arrived a day early.

While I’m rambling on, we hired a pianist to sing Bette Midler’s rendition of The Rose at our wedding back in 1984. It’s a good song, worth listening to even if you don’t like The Divine Miss M.

You don’t normally see downed power lines on fire – Central St. a couple blocks from our house.

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 All of the so-called peaks have been painted. The purple towel, in case you’re wondering, is drying in the sun.

I’m beginning to think that they will really be done someday. And that day is not too far off. Then what?

How’s this for color? Check Matt’s shoes.

By the way, I’m trolling for parents who’d like to go camping with me and the gang – Saturday to Sunday of next week. The young ‘ens will probably go up Friday night.

Mike,

There is so much flagstone and granite in the Boulder area, the city government uses it for trail and park signs.  So do churches (“Carved in Stone” must have biblical significance, I guess). City schools all have their stone signs, and a number of business and private individuals do, too.  Many, if not most, stone signs have some kind of artistic design in addition to the words.  I’ve singled out a small fraction (40 out of 1000s) that have some artistic flourish to them.  Many have some deep significance I haven’t uncovered (like the Mason’s Time Capsule, to be opened in 2080).

A few signs are carved in Marble, which is soft and easy to cut, so it has been used for some intricate designs (The Time Capsule, and the Kingsridge sign).  But acid rain (yes, Virginia, even the cerulean skies of Boulder do drip some acid rain) will do them in within a century or two.  The flagstone and granite signs, however, will survive until the next 500-year flood in Boulder Canyon washes them out into Kansas.

Enjoy them while they last!

–rakkity

Now here are some great moon/venus pictures–particularly the first one.

Matt’s photo.

Fingerstyle guitar playing

His webpage.

Today

Seven years ago.