Day = Awesome
Today Amy and I went on a lovely mountain hike (is it over yet? What we thought was five miles was seven. Good Heavens!) and then swooped into town where I worked in the community garden with the kids and Amy pretended to be a socialite in the Weston. Working in the garden is so satisfying. Every time I go I can't help but feel content and happy. I love the smell of wet dirt and I like being a part of this garden that has sprung up in the concrete jungle almost overnight. People gaze through the rod iron gate, wondering and watching. They smile as we say hello and invite them into the green haven that holds such a sweet promise of abundance. We saw one sprout from the melons we planted last week and the happy yellow marigold heads bobbed in the cool breeze. No sign of carrots but the tomatoes and cauliflower are happy as can be. Kids (they are young adults really, 17-19 year olds from a homeless youth/ transitional housing program) come and go, are often late and, at first, indifferent. But soon they are covered in dirt, planting, watering, and asking when they can come back again. I love garden converts. For this brief time, a parking lot has become Eden.
After gardening time was over, Amy and I scuttled to a Starbucks where I changed out of my messy clothes and we schemed on how to spend the next few hours until we were meeting Rachel and Annie for 'Away we Go.' We had dinner, we walked, we dodged raindrops (Me as we were leaving the house: You won't need an umbrella, it never rains here. Wrong.), we went to the Fancy Tiger-a fabulous fabric store, and had ice cream at Sweet Action. I had vegan peanut butter cookie, my new favorite. Then we saw 'Away we Go' which was lovely and endearing.
Other moments from the evening: a panhandler attacked a man on a bicycle right in front of us, punching him in the head - bizarre and kind of scary. Another, different bicyclist whistled as us as we stood in front of the movie theater. In the middle of the movie, someone dropped their beer bottle and it shattered. Ten minutes later the same thing happened again. Clumsy much?
Tomorrow: Boulder, Sunday: Road trip to Breckenridge with wineries, mountain towns, and breweries on the way.
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I once was in a grocery store. The man a little up ahead was squatting, looking at different spaghetti sauces. He picked one up, dropped it with resultant shattered glass and spaghetti sauce all over the floor. And what was his response? He picked another one up to look at it, and proceeded to drop it with the same results. Clumsiest person I've ever seen.
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