Back to the real world.

Clearing the desk of left over odds and ends…

I love that first morning back from the Rockies. Truthfully? I hate being back (I guess more accurately…I hate not still being there), but I love that totally exhausted, cool pillow & sheets sleeping in of the 1^st morning following a trip. Even the dog sleeps in. The cat doesn’t sleep in but I learned years ago that she gets put out at night…it’s just the price she pays for being a cat. We get a slow start, sipping coffee and catching up on emails and then it’s laundry, shopping and photo downloading.

It took 8 days for the vacation glow to wear off. That’s a record for me. Typically by lunchtime of my first day back to work, the glow manages to fade thanks to the oppressive heat & humidity and a sprinkling of Juan. 8 days…nice.

I was a little saddened that the local media didn’t call for interviews about our summit adventure. I envisioned headlines like “Local Couple Slays Giant”. Sandy pointed out that thousands do it annually. That pop you heard was my bubble being burst. Even my Grandkids were unimpressed….”What did you bring us?”. I cut them slack because they’re still young…

Tropical Storm Hermine blew through town the other day. It was kinda cool. Fortunately there wasn’t any serious damage or loss of life. If you haven’t had the pleasure of watching giant oaks bend to the ground and then spring back up, only to bend without breaking again, or a steady rain seep into your fireplace down the flue, or watching a metal roof fly by your window…well…you need to do it just once.

While in Rocky we didn’t see a single elk. Not a one. We saw a few marmots from afar and a handful of pika on the Longs hike, but that was about it. That was a first for us. Hope it’s a last for us.

While in Rocky, I accompanied Sandy & Dixie to Sprague for a nighttime photo shoot. They needed perspective. That’s my job. I have the most photographed butt in the Rockies. I’m proud of that.  They were painting with light. My job was to stand there, gazing at the peaks in the distance that I couldn’t see to gaze at because it was dark, while they flashed a light at my backside. The results of the experiment were nice, but I noticed that my once shapely tush has gone flat. The aging process is so unkind. Nolan Ryan loses his fastball, Carl Lewis his speed, Cindy Crawford her looks, Bill his derriere.

That clears the desk. The past week has been about getting back to the normal routine. Bummer…but that’s life.

Bp

Advertisement