It was hot today: 91 degrees; so the creek is rushing, full of melt water from the ski resorts above.The radio announced that there were no flood warnings today; but that there was a high-flow alert - keep kids and pets away from the stream banks.
(Even if they're driving me nuts?)
The doors to our balcony are open to admit a breeze, and the creek is a steady hum. The pine trees release clouds of neon pollen with every breath of wind. It collects itchily in the corners of my eyes and the underwires of my bra.
I am slow and creaky, still tired from pedaling about 45 miles on the tandem yesterday. We're in training! And after all those miles and 2,000 feet of vertical, what have I learned? That some days in the Pyrenees will have 3,000 feet of vertical. Spain: we came, we saw, we got our asses whupped.
Today's stories are brought to us by my brother and by Chuck's ex-girlfriend, Marianne.
This is not the first time that she has posted little messages that look like quirky self-expression, but are actually meant for Chuck and me. For someone who is so completely happy and awash in the new love of her life, she sure puts an inordinate amount of effort into communicating that to Chuck, who is indifferent.