On this beautiful Friday morning I'm feeling....
... proud of Paul. His band, The Fists of the Proletariat, opened for Policulture at the Fox Theater here in Boulder last night. It was great fun to hear them and be part of the scene. The band has been together for a couple of years now and I've so enjoyed watching them develop as musicians and evolve as a group.
... physically tired. Earlier this week we worked hard to clean up the house after the recent snowstorms. I vacuumed and washed the wood floors and Ben tackled the cars. Snow, salt, and mud make a big mess, and it felt good to be clean again.
Then I decided it was high time we got a tall bookcase for the corner of the TV/guest room, so in a spurt of energy Wednesday we picked one up from Office Depot, put it together, and got it into place. Then, while Ben decluttered the garage and made a run to CHARM (Boulder's Center for Hard to Recycle Materials) to drop off broken small appliances, Styrofoam, plastic bags, cardboard boxes, and other miscellaneous things filling up the garage, I figured out what to move out of my studio and into the new bookcase. In the process I ran across stuff that simply needed to get out of the house, like old gift wrap, silk fabric scraps, and clothes that I'll never wear. Processing all that "stuff" takes energy! But it sure feels good to have it all out of here and my studio space liberated.
... relieved that Turbo is now four months old, the magic age where he's finally had all his vaccines and is free to get out and explore his world without fear of getting the dreaded Parvovirus. Yesterday he took his first walk up at Chautauqua park, which was a real milestone.
It also means that he can now safely meet other dogs and go to Puppy classes for formal training. It all tires a pup out!
... feeling thankful for being able to live in beautiful Boulder and to appreciate the large and small wonders of nature here.