I was almost put in time out
I was just told to stop being so chatty
Denver Thunderstorms, Old Friends, and Tomato Plants
I spent the day with my mom in Denver. We had a huge thunderstorm that lasted for hours. Thunder lit up the sky and sometimes shook the house.
In the morning, I stopped by the local Starbucks and ended up speaking with a group of local business women. They were having a meeting but took a break to take a picture with my unicycle.
Paisley, Rose, and Remi, taking a break from discussing hostile takeover. Look at the lady behind them… she’s English. I didn’t ask her if she was Canadian. I regret that now.
I also visited my old high school friend, Andy Motz. We were part of a group affectionately known as the People’s Attack Group. We didn’t name it that, but it’s what the rest of the school called us. I guess it was because we were so considerate or they were just jealous.
Andy and I roomed together our freshman year of college and joined the same fraternity. Back in high school, Andy had a crush on a girl named Cindy who was a cheer leader and way too hot for him. We told him that because he was our friend. Andy later became an orthopedic surgeon—and married Cindy. The three of us had a great time visiting today.
Great guy great girl and it lasts!
I took my mom to City Floral to buy tomatoes to plant. As we wandered around, I chatted with different people. My mom eventually got irritated and told me to stop talking to everyone and let her push the cart. I tried to behave. I didn’t want to get sent outside to sit in the car—something that used to happen a lot when I was little.
Later, my mom and I did some route planning for the rest of my trip. She had a big atlas out while I had my computer. She had some good suggestions, though her main priorities seemed to be shorter distances and making sure I knew I was in no hurry. I pretended to listen.
By the way, here’s a list of things that didn’t happen today:
I wasn’t buffeted by passing trucks
I didn’t drink blue Gatorade from a Maverik convenience store
I didn’t struggle to shove all my stuff back into my backpack while wondering what I could leave behind
I didn’t stay up listening to something bizarre happening in the room next door
I didn’t cough up a bug
I wasn’t asked: “Where’s your other wheel?” “How fast does it go?” “What does your wife think?” “How old are you?” “Are you from California?”
I didn’t call 911
Have a wonderful Memorial Day. It’s supposed to rain again in Denver tomorrow, so I’ll hit the road on Tuesday. Planning to spend Tuesday night in Kit Carson, Colorado.