From a Darker Place

. . . did someone say beer?

Why yes, yes I did.

. . . wait a minute – who the hell am I talking to?

Okay – back to one personality for the moment (the other’s in the head taking care of nature).

Hollie, Josh and I went over to an old high school buddy of hers, Matt.  Got to meet the family in a more relaxed environment than the high school reunion and drink a little home brew.  And good home brew it was!  And Elle’s dinner rocked.  And the quirky teenagers (both his and ours) were hilarious throughout the evening (attitude, attitude, attitude – oh to be a teen again . . . wait . . . pass on that one).

Between Matt and JT’s home brewing, I’m going to end up becoming a beer drinker.  Talk about good stuff!

So what does Josh want for his birthday?  More video games?  Nope.  The latest fashions for school and dating?  Nope.  A car to work on for the next year?  Not that either.  He goes “old school” on me and asks for another bow.

Now I’m figuring that this will be some fancy-schmancy compound bow with more bells and whistles than I could ever even begin to guess at.  What does he do?  He blows off the first salesman who keeps trying to push a compound unit on him and goes for a classic recurve (side note: if cars had lines as nice as this bow, they’d sell better).

He’s off to shoot it in a few days.  I’m just amazed at his choice – it’s a nice one.

Targets . . . er . . . kids in the neighborhood beware!

Did I ask for the moon?  To others – nope . . . to me – yup . . . and I got it.

One full day with absolutely “no” stress.  Hollie took my phone for the day.  Everyone dodged any calls that might turn into work or, “can I get some advice on this project” issues.

It was quiet, pleasant and playful all day.

“THAT” is what a perfect present really is.

Well, we survived Hollie’s 20 year reunion.  I’m not sure what I was expecting (especially considering my own Cripple Creek reunion does 5-7 graduating class reunions since it’s so small), but the mixer – complete with six foot rabbit that ran down the middle of the road in front of Rasta Pasta – was hilarious.

Saturday we did the formal dinner and dancing.  I met a few people Hollie’s talked about off and on over the years and had a lot of fun.

Sunday . . . well . . . everyone forgot to bring their arks.  The rain hit so hard it started flooding the pavilion.  That’s something you don’t see everyday in Colorado.

Without going into it too much, finally “fixed” the ongoing computer issues and should be back online fully (and writing too), before the end of the month.  Then it’s just six weeks worth of back work to catch up on.  Anyone wanna trade jobs?

Please?