The Birds...

Perhaps in search of Jonathan Livingston Seagull...

We don't have a pair of  love birds...

What do they know that we don't...

All a bit pretty darn freaky, I say. Then again, I'm learning about "gulls," which I always thought were Seagulls.

Tweet...

Grady Kirkpatrick, of WPR Morning Music, just said...

"The weather today sometimes feels like we're in a snowglobe..."

or something to that effect.

Too bad I didn't have pen and paper to catch his direct quote.

Aw well...

I guess it's one of those "had to be here moments."

The weather—what else

A WYDOT message in my e-mail inbox this morning…

"I80: Closed EASTBOUND between Laramie and Exit 323, Happy Jack Rd. 06-MAY 07:07"

I’ve heard (and wondered) about when the gates come down, but have never been there when it happens...

So I checked out the WYDOT web cams

I guess some turn around to return to Laramie...

Somewhere between the Summit, Laramie & Cheyenne

No traffice on these portions of I-80

It’s been alternating between wet snow and snain all morning.

The ground might be too warmish for any accumulation.

The air, however, has that chilly wet feel more usual to humid climes.

Such is the life of a fledgling Frontier Woman...

Gofl course with a view...

Oh how I wish, I wish, I could capture the beauty that I see everyday.

The Snowies, there in the distance, are not the Rockies or the Tetons, but...

View from the ridge above the UWYO Golf Course

From just off the golf course & some lucky family's rear windows

My walking companion and I get such a kick out of seeing the university kids wearing shorts, sandals and t-shirts whenever the temp reaches 31 degrees.

What I saw...

on my walk around the golf course this morning.

lots of tracks

Then there was this mom...

Looking out for her babes

She was pacing, so we stayed respectful distance.

Some things never change…

I've spent a lot of time at the teenager’s school these past two days, helping with appreciation week.

Today I got to work with the littlest kid-lets, helping them write little love notes to their teachers.

Reminds me all over again, just why I am going back to school and why I love working with that age group.

Standing outside the cafeteria, trying to snag the oldest kid-lets to write little notes of ‘preciation for their teachers, I managed to snag some of the teenager’s friends.

Later, one of them told the teenager, "you look a lot like your mom."

Aw—I love the kid who said that, because I don’t hear that very often.

Then there are the teachers, some of whom do not yet know me and whom I don't want to know that I'm the teenager's mom—because then they'll know and I'll know, what we both know, which is that we just do not want to go there.

Just blown(in) the wind…

A bit more and they would be blowing across the road...


















Just like all the trash cans tumbling down the road and across the yards in our neighborhood.