This morning I awoke and asked myself, "To grocery shop or not to grocery shop? Is today the day to go or should I do it tomorrow? Is today the day to tackle the laundry and general cleaning or to go grocery shopping?"
I was perplexed for an hour or so, then I became fully awake, glanced around the house and decided -- oh yes -- today definitely must be the day for laundry. Today MUST be that day.
Besides, I got milk, eggs and budda (butter) so we can survive one more day. The laundry, on the other hand, may soon be piled higher than the snowdrifts outside. It's definitely laundry day. A few weeks ago I bought several tall laundry baskets with aspirations to keep our laundry sorted in an orderly fashion. Today is the day I'm gonna' make it happen.
Yesterday, however, was not laundry day and I was considerably more lax in my housewifely duties. Somehow or another I came across a CD of pictures from 2004 and thought, "Hmmm... I wonder what we did in 2004?"
"Oh, that's right... We got high..."
High on a mountain top, that is.
For our anniversary that year we took a mini vacation to a little town south of Vail, CO. One of the days we spent road tripping from Vail to Aspen to Grand Junction and back to Vail again. Somewhere along the way there was a four-wheeling adventure company and Mr. Blue Eyes insisted that we must do a little four-wheeling.
I wasn't too resistant. Of the many things that I am too chicken to do (water ski, fly, eat worms), four-wheeling is not one of them.
See? Here I am...
("Burn dust! Eat my rubber!" Know what movie that's from?)
Before we knew it we were up above the clouds.
O.k., maybe we weren't quite that high, but we were a whole lot closer to them than we were a few hours before.
This is pure, unadulterated (unedited in Photoshop) Colorado. Remember that line in George Strait's song, Baby Blue... "Baby blue... was the color of her eyes... baby blue... like the Colorado sky..." This is what he was talking about.
I can't believe I ever forgot this view.
A view like this should be seared in your memory forever.
Evidently the altitude must have affected our mental capacity at some point because I came across pictures like these...
I'm sure it was the altitude.
Otherwise we would have never acted so silly.
Yep, I'm sure that was it.
Well, I'm off to tackle more mundane tasks at a significantly colder and lower altitude environment. But don't worry. Once again I shall be...
"Burn dust. Eat my rubber."
(Chevy Chase. Christmas Vacation. Best movie EVER!)