13 Beers on a Reserved Table for our Heros, Delicious Ambiguity, The True Health Pandemic

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it without knowing what will happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”
— Gilda Radner

Good morning, a chill in the air, my dog is to my left eating a bone, the fireplace is keeping me warm, the coffee is strong, this is my world.  I woke up at 2:00 and got some water; I was wide awake, so I took a melatonin and thusly slept until 8:00.  The house is quiet; my wife is still asleep, as are our guests.  We’ve got two, Nate and Bailey; we played some euchre last night before watching a movie.

We spent our morning in Golden, CO.  Golden is about a 25-minute drive from our home; it’s a lovely little city with a river running through the town.  People were using Intertubes to float the river; our pup loves water, so she could get in and swim.  We visited the local farmers market and got some fresh vegetables and craft bread. Finally, we ended up at Golden Mills, an extensive food and drink concept place.  You get a card, and all your drinks are billed to that card; the food is not served but picked up. Once you receive a text, your food is complete.  We had some street tacos, a quesadilla, and some sushi.

We headed back to Conifer, the girls got some food, and we headed back up the mountain.  I made some chicken; my wife made a jerk sauce, we had a bevy of options, we ate well before crashing into the bean bags for a relaxing evening. We’ve got a gathering today in Pine; we will head down 285 watching the travel trailer and boat show.  We will hang a couple of hours and then head home to relax tonight and get ready for a busy work week.

As we were on our way to Golden, we ran into our friends Kris and Marzy; Kris had just left one of our usual spots and had left 13 beers and a sign that said reserved in honor of the men and women we lost last week.  I’ve not checked the news; we might have lost more; in 2 days, that nightmare will be over for many, but I fear we are leaving some of our people in a terrorist-occupied territory.  It seems that this issue has brought some of us together, a collective ire about how we did our removal.  Even the press is getting a little testy with the current administration.  Just once, it would be great to hear a politician say, “I messed up, but I’m going to fix it.”

We got the news that we killed a couple of bad guys who planned our troops’ attack.  Sadly, I don’t trust the story; they had no idea the Taliban would take over quickly, a massive intelligence failure.  I think the drone strike could have taken out a couple of goat herders, and they said, “there, we got ’em!”.  I also noticed that the 8th-century warlords had guaranteed the safe passage of our people and the Afgan people; they have proven themselves a trusty bunch. Notice the drum snare after that last sentence.

There is a storm heading straight towards New Orleans.  I think if I lived in New Orleans, I might think about moving.  That town has been battered by storms the last few years.  People living there might question our choice of living in a wildfire region, to each his own.   My beautiful wife just got up; she always comes over and gives me a morning kiss; she’s getting coffee now, we will sit together as I finish up penning my morning thoughts.

A reminder that heart disease kills about 1805 people every day, cancer kills 1642; Covid is about 800 a day. So yes, we have a health crisis, but is it the health crisis they are pointing to, or is there something nefarious going on? History will show; we have a few bad actors using this pandemic for their gain; it will be interesting to look back and review the facts if those facts are ever brought to light.  I’m not a conspiracy theorist, but I can read between the lines.  

I think we will hike this morning, then head down for some brunch to get our toes done; mine look great, but my wife needs a touch-up.  I think I’ll go with gel and go with red, white, and blue to show my love for our country.  Then we will head to our gathering, hang out and then head back home to enjoy our home.

We’ve decided to do a garden next year, we are going to buy some large planters and have our tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers.  Tomorrow they crane out the old hot tub, drop the new one on our deck, then the deck guys come out this week and replace our hot tub deck system. I think by next weekend, we will have our tub operational and sit and watch the city lights, an excellent way to relax each night before bed.

Everyone is up, Nate did the dishes, Bay is playing some Jack Johnson, my wife is tending to our current bevy of plants, and the pup is wondering when we might go for a hike. A snapshot into my life, just reporting live each morning on the happenings at 8232 feet above sea level.  I have been told we are installing our new fireplace on our deck today; that might be job one before heading out to get some fresh air and move our bodies.  

I hope you are living your best life.  I hope you are happy with your choices and remind you it is never too late to make small changes to improve your situation.  If you don’t like something, change it, nothing is impossible, and if you can dream it, you can do it.  I’m a happy, joyful fellow with amazing kids, a beautiful wife, many friends, and I live in paradise. But, I have heard people say they want my life, and I wonder why they just don’t get busy and create their world of bliss, happiness, and joy. So join me in living your best life.

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it without knowing what will happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”
— Gilda Radner