Does it not boggle your mind to consider that--by plane--in two hours one can be in Colorado? The very name of the state--Colorado--reminds me of women in big floppy cotton bonnets, their faces (the women, not the bonnets) chapped from the sun anyway, trying to make do while crossing the ghastly plane of plains in covered wagons.
And here I am floating in at two hours and something minutes.
Colorado seems very big and flat and very big and very mountianous. Colorado had a pale blue sky and a lot of bare trees. Snow, too. And not so many people.
My father grew up in Denver, Co, went to college in Boulder, and then left for California and never came back except to visit. And he didn't like to do that much. All I remember are a housing facility where my grandmother lived and a hotel swimming pool. The rest is the Rockies.
And here I am, with my sister and her famiy. They live in a co-housing unit. I'm staying in the guest room in the guest house. I just worked out on the guest machines and with the guest weights. I walked by the housing chickens and the housing gardens. Tonight, we will eat in the housing dining room.
And I hope to spend some money somewhere. I'm just in that kind of mood.
Signng off from the guest internet portal.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org