Oh dear, Super Bowl mania is about to descend on our state. That is always an orange state of affairs in Colorado. Don’t get me wrong, I hope the Broncos win, but I’ve been around for the disappointment when they don’t. I tend to line up lots of cleaning projects around the house so I can have the TV on and pop in every few minutes to check the score. I am pretty wimpy when it comes to the suspense of a game, any suspense for that matter.
Saturday, I woke up and told my mother we only have 364 more days until the next party! She laughed. Turning 95 will put her in a pretty small category of people, that is for sure. There are a lot of drawbacks to being that old, not the least of which is how lonely it gets when all your friends have died. Mom seems to me to be as healthy as she was five years ago. I have noticed a few “intolerant” factors cranking up to a higher notch, but I think that is probably a person’s due when they live into their nineties.
We have had sunny, warm weather for the last several days. What a pleasant break from winter. I keep hearing people say, “spring-like weather” and I want to say, Whoa Nellie! February is a coming and it is going to be the month we get hammered this year. All according to my unofficial and un-scientific methods of prediction. AND guess what, I am right as often as the forecasters! We desperately do need moisture though – most of the west does and none need it worse than California. I guess it is a hold-over from last summer’s fire here, but I am still held hostage by the horrific images of homes burning. Sometimes I wish the media didn’t have such good access.