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And Now Boulder

Columbine High School, Aurora Theater, Highlands Ranch Stem School, and now Boulder’s King Soopers grocery store. The mass murders have to stop. And to think that a newly-elected Republican female representative from Colorado recently ran a political attack add which ended with the sound of gunfire. I hope her reprehensible behavior results in a single term in office.

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Out Before the Storm

Is it really spring?  The weather forecast calls for up to 4 feet of snow in the higher elevations with perhaps 18 inches in the city.  The snow will continue until Monday morning. These types of snow storms are normal for March in this area.

Friday night I hit the galleries with Bart and TC, who is a retired landscape architect.  It was a most enjoyable time as all enjoy viewing art.  The evening was one last chance to get out of the house before the storm, which, was originally due to start on Friday night.  The gallery crowd consisted of serious art lovers and collectors.  The lookie loos have not returned to art scene.  The spring art season is off to a good start even though winter is still here.

There was a buzz in the air.  Everyone was excited to be out of the house.  The evening was a small escape from a world dominated by vaccine and pandemic talk.  The focus was on the art.  And there was some stellar art to see.  

I found two pieces I would like to acquire but I need to think long and hard about buying more art.  Something will need to come off the wall to make room for new art.  I recently sent my tax papers to the accountant. I’d better not purchase any art until I find out if I owe additional taxes.  I also need to fund my SEP Ira for 2020 out of my regular savings.

After three gallery openings, we stopped in Blackbird for a late dinner.  The restaurant was not crowded which allowed us to isolate in a booth.  The waiter was friendly and attentive.  The food was tasty as always.  This restaurant consistently sets a high bar.

I’m headed out to shovel.  It’s best to shovel several times rather than try to tackle 18 inches of snow at one time.  It’s a heavy wet snow, not the fine powder of earlier season storms.  It’s also good exercise in place of a gym workout. 

Enjoy a few art pics while I shovel. 

Madeleine Dodge, Sanctuary, indigo on wrapped steel paels, 108 x 84, $17,496. Space Gallery.
Wendy Kowynia, Sea of Clouds 2020.38, woven fiber form with indigo pigment, 56 x 60 x 6, $26,000, Space Gallery
Mona Ray, Morning Comes to Consciousness, oil on canvas over panel, 53 x 40, 6,000, Walker Fine Art

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The Painting

Here’s the abstract landscape painting Bruce gave me. It’s now hanging in my dining room.

Meghan Wilbar, untitled, oil on canvas, 36 x 40

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Ding Dong

Ding Dong! The Prick is dead. Which old Prick? The Wicked Prick!  Ding Dong! The Wicked Prick is dead.

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As Requested

A pic of Ferdinand as requested by the Warrior Queen.

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Cat Paint

There are five houses on my street undergoing some type of renovation. I wasn’t surprised when the cat came home a few days ago with a swoosh of white paint on his side similar to the Roy Lichtenstein brushstrokes painting shown above.  Thankfully, the paint was latex so it was easy to wash off.  One of my neighbors probably has cat hair stuck on a newly painted surface.  Either that, or he was shooed away with a paint brush for being someplace he shouldn’t have been.  There’s always an adventure with this cat.

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It’s Gone!

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Monday Cheer

A little bit of holiday cheer for a Monday morning. These trees are on the gay guy’s east lawn. They are very striking.

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LA texted this morning inviting CJ and me to one last get together at Bruce’s apartment before Bruce’s move into his new townhouse on Monday.  LA surprised Bruce by taking the red eye this morning from LAX.  Yesterday, Bruce seemed down as he didn’t know when LA would be back in town.  I’m sure Bruce is elated. Before LA arrived, I had texted Bruce offering to help pack today.  Luckily, Bruce hired concierge movers so he has people to take care of everything.   

It’s a beautiful sunny day here yet I’m feeling down.  There are million things I could be doing but I have no motivation.  I put a play list on earlier which included a lot of Joy Division and The Cure.  Joy Division is one of my favorite bands but the music tends to be dark. Perhaps I subconsciously sabotaged my day.  I switched over to a more uplifting 80’s playlist.  It’s the music of one of the happiest, yet darkest, times of my life. 

I walked around the neighborhood last night after Bart went home.  There’s an amazing number of houses with holiday lights this year.  Not surprisingly, the large homes in the western section of the neighborhood have the best displays.  The beer heir and his husband have outdone themselves this year.  On the way home, I rounded a bend in a street where every house was lit up.  It’s a half circle street so as I walked a new display was slowly revealed. It was so cheerful I almost cried.  It put me in a great mood.

Yet, today I’m down, even though a 23-year-old grad student at DU hit me up on Scruff again this morning. There seems to be no end to the nudes he will send me.  I find it amusing so I haven’t blocked him.  I’ve told him I’m not interested as having one twenty-something in my life is enough, even though our relationship is now platonic.  The more I tell him no, the more he seems to be interested.  Coincidentally, the guy is one of CJ’s FWBs, which, to me, means he’s off limits.  There also seems to be some odd rivalry between the grad student and Bruce. And then there’s the 40-year age difference.  At times, this is a really small town. 

I need to pull myself out of this mood before this evening.  I have a workout reservation at 5 which should help.  A post-workout protein shake and shower before heading to Bruce’s for a take-out dinner will also help.  I’m sure the evening will include joints and tequila shots. The responsible me will kick in, making me hold back, so I don’t overindulge causing me to Uber home alone drunk to an empty house. 

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Sign of the Times

I saw this on my walk around the neighborhood this afternoon.

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