Snow

It snowed last night. Finally! Living in Colorado, waiting for snow is like trying to scratch an itch you can't reach or control. We wait and wait. And it itches and itches. And I'm not a skiier or boarder - I just know that snow means winter. And winter is a big part of life in colorado. Every day past Halloween that it doesn't snow, folks here get a little anxious. It's like we know it's coming so come on already! And here it is.

Of course, a little snow in November doesn't mean the end of 60 degree days. Heck, a little snow in January doesn't mean that either. Yesterday it was 63 and I wore a long sleve shirt. Today, 32 and a coat. God, I love Colorado.

I downloaded some good ol' Brewer and Shilpey on my Zune last night. I heard them long ago in Kansas City at an outdoor concert. I didn't see them because we were listening over a wall. But I still remember hearing their music and falling in love. You've got to love a duo that come up with the line "one toke over the line, sweet Jesus." I mean, many of their songs are spiritual with a good dose of pot. Love it! It amazes me that I can carry around this tiny music maker (my Zune) with music that 10 years ago I could only hear on an album. A record. Remember those?

For a sweet while, my dear friend Lanie and I scoured vintage stores for records - old folkies like B&S, Melanie, JT, Carole King...I loved the hunt and I loved the reward. Beautiful music I listened to on my little turn table which reminded me of my Hippie self.

I miss her, sometimes, that old hippie me.