Or: How Much Can One Middle Aged Woman Cram Into Five Days Without Killing Herself?
So, last Wednesday was Dominic's day to be spoiled by Mom. He's up at Knights of the Altar Boys' Camp this week, and heads off to school in Omaha this coming weekend, so we had to hurry to get a day in together. He knew he was in for a hike and was alright (better than just alright) with that, but, being a practical kind of kid, he suggested we also find some time to go get some socks and underwear for school. I was happy to oblige. We went to good ole Wmart in the late afternoon and finished up our day together at the movie theater, catching Nicholas Cage (Do you like Nick? I can't decide about him...) in the Sorceror's Apprentice (which, we thought was lots of fun if you don't mind all the exercise suspending your disbelief...). But before the shopping and the movie, we had some things to take care of.
We had to go to my favorite place (whether Dominic liked it or not) -- Ouray, Colorado. We had lunch at Bien Tiempo, a great little Mexican restaurant. This is the view from the patio:
And here are the clouds we watched rolling in just in time to rain -- not on our lunch -- but definitely on our hiking plans:
...and, of course, our dollar joined all the others tacked up on the ceiling. (You see that one? Right. There.) I wonder who gets all these when they decide to clean it all up? And I wonder if this would work for decorating with crepe paper at birthday parties? (hmmmm...)