The big news around here
(and God no, no one’s preggers)
isn’t even the toad that Col found on the banks of the Animas River:
and it’s not that Col went kayaking for the first time, which apparently at 6 years old in Colorado is no big whoop. (A friend told me that Rose riding a 2-wheeler at 4 years old might be impressive in say, Newark, New Jersey, but in Colorado, whatevs). This picture was taken just before I ran in the Animas River fully clothed to pull Col out of the current.
And it’s not even that we pulled our first carrot:
Or that Dan finally finished tanning the hide of the bull elk from last year:
Okay, the big news? My beloved dad turned 70 today!
We’ve been showering him with grandchildren:
The kids made him a trillion little cryptic cards and stood about 2 inches from his face while he opened each one. Also, his dear friend of 43 years is here in Durango celebrating with us. Can you imagine the history in that friendship?
Mostly we’re just feeling the simple gratitude of being together. Or as my dad says “gratitude for just being here on this planet, together.” (he’s an astronomy type).
Last night I was lying with Rosie in bed, trying not to eat her up and I said, “oh Rosie, I’m only going to be able to tuck you in bed for another 14 years.”
“Because you’ll grow up and leave home.”
“But I’ll still be your friend, Mama.”
Dad, I love being your friend, thanks for spending your birthday with us.
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ps: still another couple days to enter The Giveaway. And speaking of fish eyeballs, thank you Emily, who has lived in Japan, for this comment: In Japan, they salt fry fish, and those were my favorites to poke out the eye and eat. Then, recently I learned that traditionally they are reserved for the matron lady of the house. They’re supposed to keep good ol’ Grandma’s eyes sharp. Also, Dan explains that fish eyeballs taste sort of like gum that’s been chewed too long, and occasionally with a gelatinous outer layer.
ps: any big-small news in your neck of the woods?