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Pollyanna-post
Oct. 21st, 2004 06:38 pmI am not updating because there is not much time right now, but everything (except the election) is just fine. Every morning I get up at 5.30, do morning stuff with the Geek and then take the Denver express to Market Street Station, where I get off. I then have a 30 minute walk through the city core - often in gorgeous morning sunshine, past the Cheese Cake Factory, who's vanilla/lime cake I'd eat from the dirty ground - probably, past the vintage jewelry store with wonderful Jugend necklaces and bracelets, the invisible tarot lady in the uppety office space place, the Virgin Mega Store and Hard Rock Cafe, dozens of fast food and tourist places, the Chocolate Factory (they own my soul), Jerry and Meg who always get my change (and their dog is so cute, but I don't know her name..., and then it's the Civic Center with it's own panhandlers and retail places around the pretty park and The State Capitol Building and opposite it the Denver city and county building.
I walk through the park (the State Archives are in the Centennial Building, very close to the State Capitol and public library)...and there they are!
My fur assed, fat bottomed, cute legged, fluff-tailed, bright eyed, quick pawed fidgety cuties.
Yes. I'm having a love affair with the city Squirrels. But it's ok, we have a deal.
I get them loots of peanuts in shells (I have tons of them in my bag, the're more important than my books and notes), and they EAT THEM CLOSE TO ME. Yes, that's all I ask of them...and of course that I take a lot of pornographic squirrel-peeling-peanut photos for my collection. (you know...the digital photo collection I promise to show any year soon when my photo bucket deal comes together...)
In the archives I listen to tapings of debates in house and Senate about archive law and public records, and I also get to search for letters between the governor of Colorado from the 1860:s - John Evans and old Abe Lincoln himself!
The other day I sent copies of records from Colorado Penitentiary to a client investigating an old saloon gunfight in a mining town in 1877. Yes, the Wild West was fun!
People are in general very sweet, both in the archives and on the streets. I sometimes forget to put that in my posts about America - but this is the base of my fondness, along with the squirrels and the golden aspen I guess.
On saturday I get to eat as much lobster as I want! It's the first time in years I get to hammer a lobster, last time was when me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dream_surfer and kejn were on that hotel-boat in the Stockholm harbor and the ever generous surfer bought me one.
And I write poetry again. So much for my big words...but in general, life is good.
I walk through the park (the State Archives are in the Centennial Building, very close to the State Capitol and public library)...and there they are!
My fur assed, fat bottomed, cute legged, fluff-tailed, bright eyed, quick pawed fidgety cuties.
Yes. I'm having a love affair with the city Squirrels. But it's ok, we have a deal.
I get them loots of peanuts in shells (I have tons of them in my bag, the're more important than my books and notes), and they EAT THEM CLOSE TO ME. Yes, that's all I ask of them...and of course that I take a lot of pornographic squirrel-peeling-peanut photos for my collection. (you know...the digital photo collection I promise to show any year soon when my photo bucket deal comes together...)
In the archives I listen to tapings of debates in house and Senate about archive law and public records, and I also get to search for letters between the governor of Colorado from the 1860:s - John Evans and old Abe Lincoln himself!
The other day I sent copies of records from Colorado Penitentiary to a client investigating an old saloon gunfight in a mining town in 1877. Yes, the Wild West was fun!
People are in general very sweet, both in the archives and on the streets. I sometimes forget to put that in my posts about America - but this is the base of my fondness, along with the squirrels and the golden aspen I guess.
On saturday I get to eat as much lobster as I want! It's the first time in years I get to hammer a lobster, last time was when me,
dream_surfer and kejn were on that hotel-boat in the Stockholm harbor and the ever generous surfer bought me one.And I write poetry again. So much for my big words...but in general, life is good.
