We're headed west again. This blog will share our excitement and tears as we transition from Boulder, Colorado to Orange County, California.
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I hope every single person reading this has a friend this great. She's using her blog to help me raise money for my Avon Walk. Rock on. And thanks -- to all who have supported me, and to the ever-wonderful Lynsey.
We had an exciting day here in Boulder yesterday. Just a two miles from our house a wildfire burned 1400 acres and seven "structures." It started when 80 mph winds blew down power lines. You could see the smoke for miles, smell it too. An entire side of a mountain appeared to glow orange -- we could see it from the end of our street. It's a mountain very close to our house, one we drive on regularly, and one we hiked on just the weekend before with a visiting grandma. More than 11,000 homes were evacuated along with a lot of livestock. Mostly horses, but I saw a photo of a llama. They brought all the four-legged evacuees to the Boulder County Fairgrounds, which struck me as brilliant, but of course must have been part of the county's standing emergency plan. The Red Cross set up a shelter at a local high school, but in a statistic that illustrates Boulder's wealth, most found friends or hotels: of those 11,000 households, only 75 people spent the night at the sh...
Boulder has a reputation. Think of Boulder and you most likely picture of a big ol' box of granola. If you know people who live here you might expand that notion to include words like hippy, green, liberal, easy-going, and sporty. We've been here for almost six months now (really! I can't believe it either) and I can tell you that Boulder's reputation is well-deserved. Aside from loose-fitting, natural-fabric fashion, dreds for white folks, prayer flags in every neighborhood, and other visual cues that this is a non-conformist place (in a the way that non-conformists tend to look alike), here are a smattering of observations: • The other day in a coffee shop I overheard some people talking about a "gypsy dance" party that was going to have live music, dancing, a feminine altar, and a masculine altar. • Some of the busstops here have solar panels to fuel the lights that illuminate the shelters at night. • When people bump into one another or have a problem, the...
At work these days I’m spending a lot of time writing exhibit text. The research phase ended a while ago, the outlines and concepts have all been approved. Now it’s the nitty gritty work of finding ways to make the text make sense, connect with the artifacts and images, flow through the story line, and be lively. And, each text block is generally between 35 and 50 words. Sometimes it’s easy. Sometimes it’s impossible. Somehow it all gets done. Since I’m thinking in short paragraphs and I’m feeling behind in my blogging, here are some short catch-ups about our lives. All in 50 words or fewer. ****** Our trip to the Pacific Coast of Nicaragua simply rocked. Eleven family members and we all got along. The 400-acre organic farm we stayed on kept surprising us, and we swam every day. There were cool wild (and some tame) monkeys, but there were also big bugs. ****** It’s been in the 70s all week, which has brought on spring fever. Daylight savings time is almost here, which means kiddos wil...
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