contrary to the norm

The other evening Chris and I were taking a walk in our neighborhood. The sidewalk that we were on was wide enough for the two of us to walk side-by-side, with a little room to spare. Just like any other night, we came across another person walking. Chris fell behind me, as usual, to allow the other person to pass. I continued on the right side of the sidewalk. The man walking toward us continued on the same side as me. He looked right into my eyes and continued walking straight toward me. Almost like he was playing chicken. And he continued. Until we nearly ran into each other, and I decided to unnaturally move to the opposite side of the sidewalk. The whole stinking time he was looking straight into my eyes. We're not sure if it was some sort of social experiment that he was trying out, but it sure went against everything that I know to be true about social courtesies in this country. Maybe he was from England. He better have been from England. I should've asked, as he was staring straight at me: "Who do you think you are? Some silly Englishman?!"

Denver was....interesting

Chris and I travelled out to Denver for four days to visit my brother. We were the basic tourists, but our tour guide was neither flamboyant or costly. Garden of the gods, Red Rocks, the U.S. Mint, Denver Zoo, Colfax and Broadway (for those FIF fans)....it was amazing, interesting (two excessively overused words from those four days). Unfortunately, all of my beautiful pictures were deleted by my terribly unreliable digital camera. This picture is the only decent one I was able to take on our way to the airport (after discovering the rest were gone).

I learned a few things about myself while in Denver:

1) I'm too dependent upon and attached to my material possessions.

2) There is no need to curse God when a material possession goes beserk.

3) My memories are more important than a picture of them.

4) I love Chicago.

5) The air in Denver is way too dry. It makes my skin itchy.

C'est la vie!