It was a crazy gloomy day in Denver. The past few days have been cool and rainy, which is awesome because we had a long stretch where it was in the upper 90s and 100s for, like, ever. Weeks. We meant to go to the farmers’ market this morning, but it’s hard to do fun stuff on Sunday mornings when you work out on Sunday mornings. I set my alarm for 7:30 today, fully intending to get up at ridiculous o’clock, pound out a 6.5 mile run, shower and be ready to go shop for produce and enjoy brunch outside at a reasonable hour. Instead, I hit snooze for an hour, lounged around for a while drinking one cup of coffee and eating one slice of wheat bread with a few pats of butter (aside from a probiotic and some Tums, that’s all I consume before a morning run because I don’t want to get the tummies), ran, sat around eating crackers and leftover 3-pepper (green, jalapeno, and green chile) pizza, and didn’t get in the shower until 11-something. The good news is I spent a leisurely afternoon reading magazines and watching the Sox game (which was pretty awful) while Soren napped and Ben did homework.
We almost went to City Park Jazz tonight but the forecast called for a 100% chance of rain and I even checked the radar, which showed rain, rain, and lots of rain all over the city of Denver from 5:45 to at least 9:00.
At around 4:00, we decided that we had to get out of the house before the rain showed up, so we went to a nearby park. I took a bunch of pictures that look all gloomy because it was all gloomy, which pretty much never happens in Denver so it was kind of cool. It was the kind of day where you wear shorts and are comfortable but you think about how if a wind kicks up, you’ll need a sweatshirt. We encountered some really cool people, including but not limited to a kid a few months younger than Soren and the cutest little baby Chihuahua I’ve ever seen in my life (dogs = people).
It turned out that we got a few sprinkles after 8 so we totally could’ve gone to City Park Jazz, but we had the most amazing grilled corn (the trick is brushing the corn with a mixture of melted butter and tamari and cooking long enough — like half an hour) and veggie dogs of all time while sitting outside talking about how lame it was that it wasn’t raining.