I made a comment this morning on Dave's blog about how pretty I think bare trees are. So then it got me thinking how nice it would be to take a stroll through the park to capture some beautiful bare trees in my own Saturday Sky:
...Nature's own lace knitting.
And More about Needles
For once I'm not blathering on about my foibles with the knitting kind... here's Humphrey enjoying a little TLC from Dr. Holly. He's getting regular acupuncture treatments to help him recover from the ACL injury. He just relaxes and really seems to enjoy the beneficial effects of being a canine pin cushion.
And, since I brought up the subject of the knitting kind of needles, mine actually have been pretty busy although how would you know that since there has been a major lack of anything related to knitting posted here lately. A progress update will be coming soon.
Vail, Rabbit Ears... to name a couple of the mountain passes I've traveled this past week. While you may be enjoying glorious autumn or even Indian Summer, the previews of winter finery are everywhere if you're near 10,000 feet.
So my Saturday Sky is brought to you by my travels yesterday in the Colorado high country:
a view from my windshield south of Steamboat Springs
Flat Tops outside the passenger window
I enjoyed a quick lunch in Vail Village:
the clock tower
Vail Mountain - those runs are looking ready to ski!
and a parting shot of the view from under the covered bridge before refueling at Starbucks, and then I was back on the highway for a few more hours of driving under lovely Colorado skies.
You may remember my periodic posts over the summer months about the mountain lion incident with John and the dogs. Betty nearly became a mountain lion morsel. John ended up with a severed achilles tendon and spent the rest of the summer in a rainbow variety of casts. Fortunately, the achilles cast-off happened in September and he continues to improve on two good legs now, as you will soon see.
But just when you think things are getting back to normal... a few weeks ago Humphrey, our golden retriever, tore his ACL while chasing tennis balls on the trail. So, here we go again.
Here's Humphrey during his most recent session of physical therapy at the Canine Rehabilitation & Conditioning Group. It's so cool that there are these kinds of facilities to help our best friends recover from injury. He gets about half an hour of non weight-bearing exercise in a therapeutic pool a couple of times a week.
Here it comes...
It's mine - I've got it !
Hey - it may have been a tennis ball that got me here in the first place, but I'm still Retriever Supremo!
... and to all veterans who have so honorably served our country. Thank you.
And especially to those who currently serve. Regardless of the personal feelings that deeply divide our nation over the reasons you have been asked to serve now, and that may find you in harms way. Your commitment and sacrifice should never be diminished and are deserving only of our heartfelt respect and gratitude. Thank you and return safely home soon.
Here's my Saturday Sky framing statuary on the Esplanade near an entrance of Denver's City Park. It's a glorious fall day, but there's a bit of a blustery wind and clouds are moving in over our beautiful Rocky Mountains. Looks like a change in the weather is coming.
Hudi found a perch with a good tummy warmer to watch the birdies and all the other goings on that kitties find so entertaining.
He wishes you a warm tummy - bird watchy - clicky needles - fuzzy - loopy - yarny kind of day!
It's today! The day to exercise the awesome responsibility we all share in our great social contract with each other. Sure its flawed, and I certainly feel discouraged about the tone and tactics and ugly discourse and appalling behaviors and unbelievable incompetence and I do go on...but what does it say about us if we just give up, become cynical and don't take responsibility for our present and our future. There's too much at stake.
So I'm headed out now to the polls to stand in line and engage with others there (even though I know many of them are clicking those levers in the polar opposite direction of mine) -- but we're in this together. This is our neighborhood, our community and our nation. It's an act of faith that all we have accomplished in the past 200 plus years has not been a blip. The act of casting our votes, in spite of all the errors of our past, is the collective process through which we correct the mistakes of our history and renew hope for our future and for our children (I don't personally have any, but I'm one of those who subscribes to the notion that it takes a village, so I deeply care about yours).
I certainly have my own hopes for particular outcomes in this election, but more importantly I am hopeful that every one of us as informed citizens makes our own voices heard and participates. Failing that, and what that failure says about both our collective consciousness and conscience, is what scares me.