Yesterday I was going to write a post called "What The F&*$ Friday!" You see, my plan was that every Friday, I'll go through the news and find something totally ridiculous (because really, how hard can that be?), and write a post about it. Please don't tell me six million bloggers already have this feature on their blogs on Fridays. It'll just depress me.
So I set out to write this post yesterday, and I'm pretty sure it had to do with that whiny Russian ice skater that won the silver medal (or, in his world, platinum), but then I got distracted. My crops were about to die so I had to harvest them, plow and replant, milk the damn cows and gather the damn eggs, and then I had to comment on some friends' statuses (stati?) and upload some pictures and drive someone somewhere and move the laundry from the washer to the dryer and unload the dishwasher and yell at the dog for the bazillionth time to get the hell off my bed and check my email and pick someone up from school and get the laundry out of the dryer and fold it and put it away, and then write to the Guiness Book of World Records and tell them that I am applying to be the person with the longest run-on sentence ever, and who the hell can remember what they were going to write after all that?
Stay tuned next week for the inaugaral installment of "What the F&*$ Friday!" Maybe.
In the meantime, here are some pictures. On Thursday it snowed all afternoon and into the night, and Friday we woke up to one of my favorite kinds of days. Bright blue sky, not a cloud in sight, and snow-covered everything. When the sun's out, the snow sparkles and it's just gorgeous and I cannot get over it. I went up to Red Rocks early to try and get some pictures of the snow on the rocks before the temp could get up to our high of near 50 yesterday and melt it all.
This is a tree across the street from me that has nothing to do with Red Rocks. But I just think it's so beautiful with all the snow on it.
This is on the road that leads up to Red Rocks Amphitheatre, which is a pretty famous place for concerts. There is a visitor's center and museum up at the top, and it's really cool. On the walls, they have a list of everyone who has ever played there, going back to the 1920's. Of course, in the 1920's there were only two or three people each year, and they were playing a harmonica and a metal tub, but still. Did you know that for the past 10 or 15 years, Blues Traveler has played there every 4th of July?
The history of this place is so neat. Did you know that when the Beatles played here in the 60s (I forget what year), the price of a ticket was $6.60? That's the stage way down there, and I'm standing at the top railing. I've never been to a concert here, but I'd love to go to one. Maybe this summer. You'd be able to see all the benches where people sit, if they weren't covered with snow.
I'm going to miss the snow when it's gone. I hope the summer is short. Yes, I know I'm crazy.