It is good to be back home again! Since June 26 until July 4, we were in Colorado where we met up with cousin Jeneen Nelson who lives in Rocky Ford. The first two days were in Denver where we were with 5 or 6 lanes of 65 to 70 mph drivers.
Within a half mile there were 3 rear-end accidents at different places within the half mile. The damage to the fronts of the cars made a person wonder how anyone got out of the car.
On Monday we went to Coors Field for a ballgame between the Los Angeles Dodgers and the Rockies. The Dodgers lost his game as well as the second game the next day. Finally they won 8 to 4 on the third game. (We looked at game two and game three on television.) I said it took them 3 days to get over “jet lag”!
There are three parking fields to park depending where your game ticket put you. After driving around forever, we finally made it to the lot. (There were Public Parking lots for $40 if you were desperate and didn’t want to wait for your lot to open.)
I had asked Zachary earlier if he had the tickets. “Oh yes!” There were two elderly gentlemen admitting people to the stadium. Most of the time “nothing” comes in with you that the vendors were selling. I had something and had planned on putting it somewhere before I got “frisked”. Zachary couldn’t find the tickets. I didn’t know that they weren’t actual tickets but on his cell phone. While he and Bethany were trying to bring these up, I asked one of the gentlemen if I could sit on a bench in the shade until they found the tickets. He said, “Oh we’ll check you out now!” I quickly told him I had metal in my knees. “Yes, you have already gone off!” (Zachary said they heard the noise when I walked up to the guy—I hadn’t heard anything. I knew they were going to find what I hadn’t had time to hide. I asked him if he wanted me to roll my pant legs up and see my scars to which he said, “Oh, no you can sit on the bench!” Wow! That was a close one!
I turned out that we could sit in the first row (in the back) not far from the Vendors. While the game wasn’t going the way I would have liked it to go, I did some “people watching”. Beer was selling for $11 a can and people were buying it like it was going out in style. There were a lot of people going up and down the steps all the time where most were returning with beer or food. There were three girls making constant trips that had cut off so much of their blue jean shorts that the inside pockets were hanging below the cut-off.
One woman was wearing a really nice looking, sleeves slightly off the shoulder, blouse. However, the left shoulder was completely bare of the sleeve in order to expose a hideous tattoo! She made several trips up and down (maybe because another woman had said, “Oh, that must have hurt!”) She had replied, “No, not at all!”
Then for only about 10 minutes there was a couple that found seats and immediately he put a “head lock” on her—the kind of head lock done in wrestling.
She never got out of it until they left early but seemed to enjoy ear nibbling, etc. After about 10 minutes, they decided that the game wasn’t for them, and left. We left at the top of the 8th (score4 to 0) as the stadium holds about 50,000 and it was said that there were approximately 43,000 plus there that night. When we got to the car, it had started to rain making many get up and leave. We got out of there before we would have been caught in a traffic jam.
We went to Pike’s Peak on Tuesday. I really was disappointed with what I saw once we got there. When Bethany and I were there when her music group went to Colorado a few years ago, all that was there was a sign that said “Pike’s Peak” and the elevation. Now there is a road where cars can drive up there an also black wrought iron stairs leading to a Gift House where items are old saying “Pike’s Peak” but made in China. (I don’t know if food is sold there.) There was just a few inches of snot. I didn’t even go out. Zachary felt light headed and Bethany decided to stay on the train.
We went on a train to the bottom of the Royal Gorge the next day. The side we sat on had a lot of rock formations to see while the other side was mainly a “wall”. People sitting on this side didn’t seem to mind that they weren’t seeing much. Before the train went back, people could go out on an open car to take pictures as taking pictures inside, there were ceiling lights on the car that reflected on pictures taken. There were people river rafting in the 15 inches of water (a person asked how deep the water was and were told 15 inches) that were seen from our side of the train. Food was served on this train. A small bottle of apple juice cost $5! I did get a glass of water and wasn’t charged for it.
Friday we took Jeneen out for her birthday supper (her birthday was on Sunday, July 3) and on Saturday morning, we were on our way home. While there were some flash flood warnings out for parts of Colorado, I don’t think we got much rain while we were gone. Once home, I checked to see who had called while we were gone. There were 33 calls including one from Washington, D.C., one from Hicksville, New York, two unlisted calls plus a woman I had never heard of before.
Tuesday I went to print out a recipe and the printer printed out a page of nonsense and the second page was similar to the first. The third time I tried to print, I did get the recipe. I couldn’t get into the computer. I would shut it down and start it up several times with a “No Signal” and everything I had was now not available. I panicked! I had Tim S. come by Friday night and install the tower I was given at Christmastime. The keyboard that came with it is like a lap top keyboard, nothing like what I had before. Using it has been hard on my wrists. Everything was changed as how to get in to what I want. I am not a happy camper. Hopefully something can be done to get back something of what I had before.
Steve did go to the “Insect Zoo” at the Marcus Community Center. He said it was interesting. I did get to the last summer library program presented by Sanford Museum. They had some interesting things for the kids to see on mini-microscopes.
I had planned on going to Roger Prunty’s gathering at the Golf Course until a hearing specialist called that wanted me to come between 11 and 12 o’clock on that day. May memories of Roger be of comfort to his family and friends. May he rest in peace until we meet again. Roger was one of my classmates. It seems that the class of 1958 is getting less and less.
Remember to keep in your thoughts and prayers those who have lost family and friends to death and has changed their lives, to those who have health problems with some being terminal, to those who are trying to make ends meet even though they have a job, encourage those who are not working to find a job, and be with those who are trying to shorten the distance between families or friends by building a bridge instead of a wal.
I will leave you with this quote from civil rights activist and author, W.W. B. Du Bois: “A man does not look behind the door unless he has stood there himself.”