Colorado was heavenly. The temps did get above 70 but no humidity and I absolutely loved it. If I can’t have ABQ, I’ll take CO. In a flash!
Son Gene, DIL Sharon and I flew into CO on Monday June 4th. Got there about lunchtime. They dropped me off a Suzanne’s house, which is where I was staying, and they went to check into the hotel. Suzanne and I went to Joanne’s Fabrics where I got her all the stuff she’d need for knitting. And then we went back to her house and she got started. She didn’t have much time to practice, but she was doing very well.
Tuesday, we went to Cheyenne. CB Irwin and his brother Floyd had a wild west show that became the precursor of Cheyenne Frontier Days. CB and Floyd were my great-uncles. My grandmother, wife of William, was World’s Champion Cowgirl and also won the Denver Post cup – which was nearly 4 feet tall, in 1902, ’03 and ’04. And my father’s sister Gladys was only ever beaten in races etc by CB’s daughters. So there is a bit of my family history.
We stopped at Ft. Collins on the way back to Loveland (which by is way is pronounced LOVElund) for supper. Went to a tavern type place with excellent food; the tavern is where the fans and players too (I think) meet after hockey games. Suzanne and husband Paul are big hockey fans.
Next day we went to Estes City,and boy it was high up. I had trouble breathing up that high. I had assumed I might so I took some knitting and while the two couples wandered up and down the town, I sat in the truck with the windows down (ah that mountain air) and knitted. We left just before four as we had to get back to _____________ (don’t remember the name of the city) for a tour of their brewery. And what a tour it was — the guide could tell I was having problems breathing so he got me a chair and then when we went upstairs to see the beer brewing, he and i went in an elevator…he got me a chair there, and then he poured me a smallish glass of beer as I was dry as a bone which he could tell. I must remember to email the company and tell them what a good guide he was.
We started off the day by going to the Swetsville Zoo. The owner of the place took all kinds of metal objects and welded them together to make animals (dinosaurs, birds, imaginary critters), and it was a fascinating place. We didn’t see all there was to see because we were really on our way to Estes Park.Then to Cheyenne and then the brewery.
Thursday was airport day. The rest of the family came in then from Florida and California. Their 3 kids, actually now young adults, flew in from the LA area, daughter Debbie flew in from FL, and Paul’s brother and his wife came by motorcycle, actually on Tuesday or Wednesday, I’m not sure which – Wednesday I believe. Friday was Suzanne’s actual birthday and we hung around the house, doing ‘little’ things to get ready for the shindig on Saturday. Son Mark and wife Marge arrived from TX Friday as did Debbie’s son JP from FL.
Gene and Sharon took Suzanne out for breakfast and the rest of us hustled around doing crepe paper things, blowing up and tying balloons, stringing lights , buying ice for cooler chests – hurrying to get the backyard decorated before they got back from breakfast. Suzanne said she wanted balloons – and she got BALLOONS. It was fun. Neighbors came. Neighbors on one side loaned Paul a table with attached benches and also a ‘cover’ which went up so easily. That same neighbor was going away for the weekend and so said that Suzanne and Paul’s dogs could be put over into their yard if there was going to be any problems between them and Mark and Marge’s two dogs. S&P’s one dog got a little nervous is M&M’s dogs got to close to Paul, territory y’know, but they never really did have to be separated.
Sunday we all slept late and then went out for breakfast. Went to Johnson’s Corner. Mr. Johnson had built this restaurant on one of the corners but out in the country and folks thought him crazy for building out so far. Lo and behold, here came Interstate 25 and Johnson’s Corner was right there, nice and handy. Been enlarged from what it was at first. And the food was delicious.
Then we went to Sculpture Park. Various artists in the larger Loveland area did some absolutely awesome sculpture work and land was donated for a park for these sculptures. It was awesome and very well done.
Monday was return home day for everyone and Paul was to fly to St. Louis for his job. His brother and wife were going to stay for awhile to help Suzanne get over the houseful to everyone gone. Paul was returning on Friday so she wouldn’t be lonesome too long. It was a good flight home and boy, I was glad to get to my own bed although their futon was quite good. But still – my own bed, etc. The weather has made me wish I was still in CO, however.
The cats survived very well. I had taken them back to the vet for the next set of shots and asked why I was having such a time getting them litter-box trained. Mom is just barely out of kittenhood herself but still is a good mother. She didn’t realize she had to train them and I wasn’t being too successful. Vet said get another litter box. So I did.
One of my neighbors cat-sat and thanks to the three litter boxes I had, said the furballs were trained. They do leave a pile if they think their boxes are too full, but that is pretty much over with. Thankfully. They were going to make WONDERful slipper liners otherwise.
They are sure pesky little devils. They are into anything and everything…totally unhappy if the haven’t scatter newspapers all over the place, shoved my books from booksfree onto the floor, tipped over the wastebaskets, cleared the seat of my halltree of purse and/or sweater, ruffled the little soft cuddly rug by the side of my bed, unrolled the toilet paper (I took it off the roller and have it setting on the cabinet now), tipped over their kittie hammock, strewed their balls all over the house and in general made a mess of things. They love to get on the computer desk. Mom just lies there and looks out the window; kittens have to jump to the top of the shredder (they apparently found out that only the flat part is good to jump to, the rest of the top sends them down into the shredded paper), then to the window sill. They are fascinated by the mouse moving all over and by whatever the game is doing that I might be playing. Their names are Taz, (and he is a real devil – he’s a hit and run kitten) and Yogi. Yogi also gets into trouble but at least he doesn’t run when he sees you coming.
Both kittens will get on my lap when I sit down for the evening and will go to sleep without any qualms whatever. I have hopes that Taz will settle down a bit since he does in the evenings.
If Mom makes the mistake of lying down with her side exposed, both kittens are there to nurse if she lets them. Sometimes they get a good supply, other times they just get attached and she’s off somewhere. They eat like there’s no tomorrow and the end result means emptying litter boxes, ample proof that they are two happy little furballs. They aren’t hard to see at night either; three black spots (or one big black spot) on the carpet. Beige carpet. Hard to miss black spots on beige.
And so – a vacation and a day in the life of yours truly. Do I lead an exciting life or what!!!!!
Jo