Saving Daylight

March 16 We are in Denver!  Correction:  We are in DENVER!  (Shouty capitals are a must if you're me and you're in Denver.)  I love it here.  Matt loves it here.  And Arthur - the newest visitor among us - seems to love it here too.  He calls it "Denber".  And "Fay-cay-shun Denber".  We hit the ground running on Saturday morning (after a late Friday-night arrival) and went to the Denver Children's Museum.  It was amazing.  I mean, really amazing.  And we met up with a college friend of Matt's and her family while there.  She is very nice, very easy to talk to, and it feels like we've been friends for a long time even though I've spent maybe a total of 5 hours around her.  I've been treating Denver as a hypothetical relocation since our first trip there and in that fantasy, I would see her often.  We've even discussed starting a band.  So, Denver-Angie already sounds really cool. A few pictures of our museum visit: Arthur be

March 5 In true "L.A. Story" fashion, I did what the sign on the side of the road said to do.  Unlike L.A. Story, it wasn't a billboard, and it wasn't telling me that the weather would change my life three times, but it was a sign with directions on it.  After a morning at the Nature Center finding frogs (adorable program run by the lovable Miss Abby for the 2-year olds), I ventured out for my free afternoon and found myself pulling off Rte 15 to check out this place:  Roots Cafe.  It is very conveniently located on the way to The Old Lucketts Store, my final destination for a leisurely browse.  It is lovely.  It is part market, part wine and craft beer store, part farm to table restaurant.  And the pulled pork and corn pudding?  Amazing.  Definitely going back ( in fact, I did, three days later, with my mom! ).  It's perfect as a restaurant, but it's also perfect for a picnic supply stop on the way out to wine country.  Also important to note...the s

February 19 I am delighted that my husband knows me really well - well enough to know that I deeply appreciated the Moroccan Lamb Stew he made over the weekend ( crazy good ), but that by Tuesday I would start chewing slower, serving smaller portions to myself, and get that look about me that prompts him to ask me, "is it becoming work?".  So, he spontaneously asked if maybe we'd want to go out for an easy dinner instead.  Cue MOD Pizza, which I happen to love and is still a sort of novelty to me since I haven't been more than three times.  My lack of visits also means I am not expecting any of the several questions asked of me at every step of the way down the pizza-building-block line and fumble awkwardly at every single one.  The employees probably wish they could get those precious moments of their work flow back, but I'm just over here enjoying my barbecue chicken and gorgonzola.  I think.  Maybe it was bleu.  Or maybe the list said it was supposed to be