A lovely week it was. Of course, there's that new bicycle. Alice and I spent about 30 lovely righteous miles together before the snow came in and spoiled our fun. Tessa seems okay with the new roommate (NOT). I dropped her off at the spa to hopefully ease her pain. Little does she know that it's, in part, a ploy to get her ready for someone else?
We have an AdAmAn Club that climbs Pikes Peak every year and sets off fireworks from the summit at the stroke of midnight on New Year's eve. It's a wonderful tradition, and the task of climbing the peak in the middle of winter is no small feat.
This year, as I mentioned, New Year's eve was a pretty clear and mild night. That's not to say there weren't typically brutal conditions at the top of the peak, but the views of the fireworks were the best I can remember since we moved here. Really a spectacular site while running down the street like a weirdo at midnight
And speaking of New Year's Eve, our microwave up and died showing no signs of life whatsoever despite our attempts at resuscitation. The silver lining to that is, next morning, it was ready for action. Whaat? Oh well, apparently we have the Lazarus edition of that particular microwave.
The Rescue Run was a good time, and I'm glad of that holiday tradition too, since I rarely enter races. Proceeds go to the county Search and Rescue, so certainly a good cause and I met some fun people.
In movie news, Magnum and I watched Coyote, and I think I actually liked it despite disagreeing with the ignorant main characters. But I like independent films, and this one has a short indie film feel even though it's over an hour and a half long. Acting is bad, but the story held my attention. It was categorized as a comedy, but it's really suspenseful and dramatic.
And back to "How Colorado Rolls", some may have noticed that retail sales of recreational marijuana started this week. Sheesh! The lines! People stood for HOURS just to buy some weed. Don't they know that they can just go out to the walking path out back and find some high school kid and...
... I think I'll stop typing now.