Vienna, Austria

Vienna Austria.

I emailed this photo to Kris while I was sitting there and her response was one that really impacted me.  "That looks like it could have been taken in Colorado"

Totally true, but when I was actually there, it sure as hell didn't feel like Colorado.  The park was only partially groomed, the way we do them in the US.  Most of it was left to grow wild (with winding footpaths throughout) and it was totally cool.  As I sat there that day the temperature was dropping rapidly.  You'll notice I am squarely in the sunshine, that was very on purpose.  :)

I sat and read a bit from my book and watched this amazing mist rise up from the ground as the sun slowly sank.  It was every bit exactly like a thousand scenes you may have read about in Dracula, Frankenstein and Werewolf stories. I had always thought that mists creeping up out of the ground and moving across the land was total bullshit, but I'm here to tell you it happens in Austria.

This is just another shot of the park, looking across the grass.  I could see the aforementioned mist when I was there but I don't think I can make it out in the picture.

Looking up the Path.

Wild park.

I'll post more later,
Peace all,
J

Harvestival Fun

FUN!

K and I took the boys up to Harvestival 2011 in gorgeous Wellington Colorado on Sunday.  The weather was typical Colorado.  That is to say, it was hot for a bit, it rained and got chilly for a bit and finally it worked it's way to just plain old 'warm and breezy'.

The boys had a ball.  They:

Ate shaved ice.
Ate pulled pork and provolone.
Ate cotton candy
(seeing a pattern here?)
Chased some chickens
Mulled over a couple of mules.
Gandered at some geese.
Goggled at a couple goats.
Spotted some sheep.
(this is getting ridiculous, sorry)
...and dear sweet little Hunter had an Alpaca spit hay at him.  Good judge of character that Alpaca.

The view-o-the front range from Wellington and surroundings is absolutely spectacular.  So much so that Kris actually made the offhand comment that "Maybe we should retire up here, once the boys are off to college." 

I wouldn't mind that one bit.  Like I said, spectacular. 
We'll see I suppose.


Couple more pics:

Hunter hunting a grasshopper with gorgeous crimson wings.

K looking beautiful

peace and light all,
Jer

This Morning

This will be short. 


This morning I was busying myself in the bathroom (shaving, fixin' my hair, teeth-a-brushing, you know, the usual stuff when I heard giggling coming from the bed.


I popped my head out and watched while Kris and Hunter engaged in some sort of cuddle-kis-kickboxing.  They were both laughing and having a great time and it was the sort of thing I love to see.  My wife and son (s) doing what they do.  Loving each other, nothing unusual in that, just wonderful.


That's when my youngest offspring did the hilarious.  He rolled over in a blur of pajamas and cranked out a small but unmistakable fart...inches from his mothers face.
 Kris was laughing, I was laughing but Hunter, cute little 3 year old Hunter, was practically apoplectic from hysteria.  He KNEW that was the funniest thing he would do all day.  He KNEW it was totally wrong to toot in his mothers face and he did it anyway.


Honestly though, he funniest part for me was not that my son famped (there ya go TY) in my wife's face (although that was pretty funny) it was that he did it and the nearly peed himself laughing about it.


love and peace all,
Jer

not so Crazy dreams

Assuming that anyone still reads this little testament to my own perceived importance,  sorry it's been so long, will try to do better, etcetera, etcetera.


Now that I have gotten that out of the way.


Anyone who has read this blog, or who knows me well know s that I almost always have what I can only describe as whacked-out and thoroughly bizarre dreams with almost perfect regularity.  I occasionally regale my wife with my somnambulent adventures and every once in a while she pays enough attention to comment on "How weird" my dreams are.  To be fair, who really likes to hear about other peoples dreams, unless one is being paid that is, so I don't really blame her.  In any event, most people in discussions with me often cite that they "never remember their dreams."  


This statement has always puzzled me.  


I have very often thought to myself, "how is it possible that you DON'T remember your 'fight with a rotting corpse', or 'the feel of a ghost scratching through the floor and bed beneath you from his unhallowed murder grave under the apartment', or 'the hideous undead babies with round mouths filled with fangs that were devouring you?'  Please Note:  I do also dream of flying, adventuring as a knight in shining armor and on at least one occasion, being a butterfly in the Summerlands, but I digress.


Now I understand.  After this past weekend marathon of 'the most boring dreams of all time',  I finally understand.


All weekend long I dreamt of tax ledgers or of reviewing reports at work that were completely incomprehensible.  There were dull (-er than usual) staff meetings with people I didn't recognize and the inevitable one on one meetings with all of my managers.  


It was horrible.  


On Saturday night alone I woke myself up 3 times to escape the drudgery.  The first time I went, had a glass of water and hoped THAT dream was over.  Then found myself in it again.  So (thankfully) I woke up again, went and had a glass of milk (see the escalation) and a fig newton.  I drifted off to sleep thinking of zombies and trying to hear satanic breathing in the closet.  


All to no avail, I was back in the nightmare of work related dreams.  


I awoke a third time and seriously considered eating raw chili peppers and watching The Exorcist. 


Directors cut.  


Yeah, that one.


After drifting off again, I can only say, as so many have said to me, 'I have no recollection of what I dreamt.'  Luckily.


Never again will I awake in a sweat, chest heaving from shock, having just seen a monstrous face bobbing to the surface of my toilet with anything but a tear of thanks and a heartfelt appreciation.


love and peace all,
Jer

As I sit here on 'Hold' waiting...

For AT&T to get a hold of my lovely wife and release my cell phone number to my current Employer's tender mercies I thought " perhaps I could do  quick blog entry".


I know it's been a  damn long time and I refuse to let this blog become one long series of apologies for not posting so I'll just jump right in.


This past weekend I FINALLY got started on gardening in Colorado.  

Oh how I have missed it.  Oh how I have missed it Oh how I have missed it.  it was, in essence, a quintessentially Colorado gardening day as well.  When I first got out there to set up my pots and tepees and get my scarlet runners and purple something-or-other planted in their pots (we're renting so I'm not interested in improving the soil) it was a gorgeous warm, sunny day.  By the time I had dirt in the pots and beans in the dirt it had clouded over.  

By the time I had two tepees constructed (for the pole beans and cucumbers to climb) it was darkening and th  temp had dropped at least 15 degrees.  
By the time the boys go home from school and 'helped' me finish the stringing and third tepee it was very windy, dark and cold.  
By the time the sun went down, it had sleeted some and I have been bringing in the potted sprout lings every night since.


I LOVE Colorado gardening.