bird by bird

Last month... I met a friend for a walk around Wash Park. We talked work and relationships and work some more, and then we sat on a park bench where the most amazing thing happened. We encountered a parade of wiener dogs. Technically it wasn't a parade; it was a meet-up of dachshund enthusiasts who go on a group walk through Wash Park every few months, and we were lucky enough to be sitting alongside their route. The leader of the pack was a particularly striking 3-legged doxie with a nose in the air like she just don't care. Following her were wiener dogs of varying shapes and sizes, but you know, pretty similar shapes and sizes. The whole thing was freaking delightful, and I squealed obnoxiously and unapologetically for 10 minutes straight. Weiner dogs for the win. EH hosted her first cocktail hour(s) at her new uptown loft. I brought chips, salsa, and a house-warming succulent and the other girls brought the FUN(gi). We popped champagne and drank out of 4 unmatched glass

This amazing Sears home built in the 1878 belonged to a saint of a woman named Dorothy Gilmore Roman . (Of course she was a Gilmore!) She was smart, generous, adventurous, an active Democrat (yas kween!) and she lived to be 101 years old. Her home is now open to visitors of Buena Vista, Colorado to stay--like me and B this past weekend--and her style and legacy and story live on.  "What is the purpose, the meaning of living? One must use the difficulties, disappointments, and hardships that come our way as material, which the mind can force to become somehow good. The desire to look back over the past is a sign of age and weakness. We need to look forward and develop into what we are capable of becoming. We may be sure there is deliverance from every unfavorable condition in our lives when we have fitted ourselves to accept it. Believe in yourself, believe in humanity, believe in the success of your undertakings. Fear nothing and no one. Keep in touch with today. T