I’ve been thinking about you a lot, trying, in part, to understand my “all or nothing” relationship with you. It’s like part of me can’t stand the idea of not being there fully so I just disappear. *POOF* and I’m gone.
Anyway. I’m back, I think.
The grasshoppers are taking over. I’m not kidding. There are swarms of grasshoppers popping up throughout the Denver area. Visitors to the Lodo area last week reported having to gingerly choose their steps when leaving hip downtown restaurants, trying to avoid that creepy crunchy sound of grasshoppers underfoot. Neighbors out here in Stepfordton have found gangs of grasshoppers cavorting in these postage stamp sized back yards and 2nd floor balconies. Even in Lakewood — oh, dear Blog, have I mentioned that I have a new job with the City of Lakewood? I’m managing the Planning – Development Assistance division — when I go walking outside at lunch, they’re there too. Just hopping around, happy as you please. Circling around my ankles, playing chicken with the heels of my sensible lunch time walking shoes.
It’s nuts. And no one can explain why. Actually, I haven’t even heard anyone try to explain why. I mean, this can’t be good, can it? I keep thinking that if Alfred Hitchcock were still with us, at some point he would have eventually made a quietly terrifying movie called “The Grasshoppers.” Cuz this is just like that. Yup.
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Besides the grasshoppers, we’ve had a few other things going on recently. I left my last gig with the private sect0r a few weeks ago. It was a really difficult decision, but I’m confident it was the right one. Charley’s been going through his own complicated process of redefining himself professionally over the last few months too. The boys are lovely — now 5 and 7, and full of all sorts of boyishness. We’ve got just 1 1/2 weeks left to the summer and then back to the more predictable school year schedule.
Oh. And I turn 40 next week. Double you. Tee. Eff.
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