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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Rain and more rain
It's been raining. For nearly a week, we've had storms forming daily late in the afternoon, lightning displays, occasional blips in the power supply, and at least one afternoon of widespread flash flooding in the Denver area. My neighborhood escaped that experience, but we've had all the rest. Heavy rain almost daily. It rained this afternoon for about half an hour, and at present the sky to the west looks very dark and menacing. I won't be surprised if we get drenched one more time before morning. Storms like this are often part of high summer evenings in eastern Colorado, but a stretch of 6-8 days worth is unusual.
If Tom decides to comment, perhaps he can fill us in on exactly what is going on with weather patterns of late.
Some of this is good news, of course. One feature of summer along Colorado's front range is regular lawn irrigation. Unless one has invested in an automatic sprinkler system, two to three evenings a week are devoted to positioning and moving hoses; timing each position; grabbing a grungy pair of old shoes to traipse across a wet lawn to move the spray nozzle to the next location, and repeat the process 25 minutes later. My lawn takes the better part of three hours. Mother Nature has been handling that for me, and I'm grateful.
Bad news includes the sacrifice of an evening walk, since strolling along with lightning crackling overhead and rain threatening is not my idea of a healthy way to spend an hour.
But my overwhelming pleasure is that the Rockies have been playing out of town. Weather like we've had the past week is nightmarish when the team is in town. The phone calls inquiring about the prospect of a delay are never ending. The first pitch is often delayed. The powers that be often decide to wait out the rain, since the task of rescheduling a game is not always easy. Games sometimes don't end until after midnight. And contemplating the chaos that would have occurred with a week of postponed games just makes me sigh with relief.
To have piled all the weather related issues on top of the disappointing season - well, let's just say I'm glad I didn't have to find out.
If Tom decides to comment, perhaps he can fill us in on exactly what is going on with weather patterns of late.
Some of this is good news, of course. One feature of summer along Colorado's front range is regular lawn irrigation. Unless one has invested in an automatic sprinkler system, two to three evenings a week are devoted to positioning and moving hoses; timing each position; grabbing a grungy pair of old shoes to traipse across a wet lawn to move the spray nozzle to the next location, and repeat the process 25 minutes later. My lawn takes the better part of three hours. Mother Nature has been handling that for me, and I'm grateful.
Bad news includes the sacrifice of an evening walk, since strolling along with lightning crackling overhead and rain threatening is not my idea of a healthy way to spend an hour.
But my overwhelming pleasure is that the Rockies have been playing out of town. Weather like we've had the past week is nightmarish when the team is in town. The phone calls inquiring about the prospect of a delay are never ending. The first pitch is often delayed. The powers that be often decide to wait out the rain, since the task of rescheduling a game is not always easy. Games sometimes don't end until after midnight. And contemplating the chaos that would have occurred with a week of postponed games just makes me sigh with relief.
To have piled all the weather related issues on top of the disappointing season - well, let's just say I'm glad I didn't have to find out.
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