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Ready for take-off at the 1940s Dance at the Boulder Municipal Airport.
Boulder, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “When unicorns headbutt, there are no winners.” – Josh Stern
Daily gratitudes:
The giant bolt of lightning outside my house tonight
Bats winging their way through the twilight treetops
Crickets
My bed
My parents
I love flying. I especially love flying when the clouds are creating magic, as they did this day.
Somewhere above the southeastern U.S.
Quote of the day: “There is no shame in being a victim; the shame is in living like one.” – me
Daily gratitudes:
Puppies
Swooping birds
Iced green tea
The vintage jewelry store on Larimer Street
Soft sunsets
Photo title: Up, Up, and Away
Somewhere in the air.
Quote of the day: “In the rush of daily living it’s easy to forget all the remarkable people, real or fictional, who have been a part of your life. But if you just imagine they are near for a moment, you will realize that anyone who ever touched your heart is always with you, patiently waiting to emanate warmth and support whenever you remember to think of them.” – Barbara Sher
Daily gratitudes:
My bed
Waking up every day
Simplicity
Morning light on the trees
My heart
I haven’t travelled since last year (OH MY GOD, I HAVEN’T TRAVELLED SINCE LAST YEAR!!!), but I’m travelling today. Yea!!!!!!!
A few things have changed here in the airport. I had the pleasure of doing the scanner dance, and that was new for me. And I had the added bonus of having one leg humped by security – but only one leg. Apparently the other leg was deemed not to be hollow, and therefore was not a threat to national security.
Kelsea and I were greatly amused by the pat-down procedure that we watched another woman undergo. Before we got to security, I was joking that perhaps I should request a patdown since it would be more action than I’d seen in months. But after being patdown voyeurs, I’m rather glad I didn’t have one.
Seriously? I don’t allow people to touch me that intimately on a third date.
And I’ll tell you, ladies, it seems to defeat the purpose of not wanting to feel sexually intruded upon by a male patter-downer when you are being patted-down by a clearly (and slightly leering) lesbian who is taking entirely too much pleasure in and time with the process. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I love lesbians. Wait….well, you know what I mean. Too each his own. Her own? I’ll just try to exit the hole I’ve dug for myself. Wait….OK, shutting up now.)
More to come….
