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The first week of the month was colder than a well-diggers ... um... feet. The first two weekends in December are Christmas Market, which used to be a fairytale send-off to start Christmas. Now its much more commercial and has lost the quaintness, but there are still chestnuts roasting in the park in the middle of Town, and horse-drawn wagon rides through town with the driver spouting Historical tidbits about the area. The first week this year was close to 9F/12C with gale force winds. It was too much fun for me, so I waited to go the second weekend. That weekend was sunny and 40sF/4-5C. I went with my granddaughters and we had a ball (until the sun dropped behind the western ridge whereupon temps plummeted and we decided it was time to get some food and head home).
Have I ever mentioned that if my ancestors were as sturdy and tough as I have become, we'd still be living in caves in the British Isles or Germany...
There are a lot of authors in this state, so every year one of the best features at Christmas Market is the first floor of the old townhall building full of local authors. It is just so wonderful to see how many different genres are represented and to talk with them. The kiddos make a beeline to it, this year was no exception.
And then more gale force winds hit last week. The Electric Company decided it was too dry (it absolutely is), so they cut the power off for whole sections of the grid for the day, so that if a pole goes down or a wire snaps it can't be an out of control fire before they even know there's problem. They turned it off about 10 am one day and 5am the next windy day. It only was turned back on after dark - or the next day. I didn't lose the electricity, but somehow my internet connection was disrupted by it. One of the worse days, I got out of my car and a huge gust came up and pushed me backwards. I ended up hiding behind the car until the wind went back to a better level, 'didn't have much else I could do.
This week Denver was setting record highs or tying the existing ones.
* sigh *
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