Friday 24

Friday 24- I did my stretches and yoga, ran a mile, and lifted dumbbells.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 36 to 60 degrees, mostly calm winds, and humidity around 46 percent, clear sunny skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Christmas Day: Mostly sunny, with a high near 61. Calm wind becoming southeast between 5 and 8 mph. Saturday Night: A 30 percent chance of rain after 10pm. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 44. South wind 9 to 14 mph becoming northwest.”
I updated the Copper Mountain Mesa Website and sent out the Newsletter.
The Honda 750 motorcycle I have sitting out in front of the house had fallen over a few days ago when the heavy rains undermined the rock that was supporting the kickstand that held the bike up. I figured it was a good time to put the bike back upright. It’s a dang heavy bike and I had to use a 2x4 as a lever to bring it up enough to kick a few cinder blocks underneath to where I could let go of the 2x4 and hoist the bike the rest of the way by hand.
I drove the Harley to my mail box to retrieve any last minute Christmas cards. It felt good to get out there and ride. The roads were still washed out in spots but easily passable.
I stopped over to visit my friend Ron Dehart on the way back. I played the new song I wrote and he liked it. We sat around and yakked for a spell till evening came.
I spent the rest of the night calling and being called wishing a Merry Christmas to all :)

Christmas

Christmas- I did my stretches and yoga, and ran a mile.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 40 to 62 degrees, mostly calm winds, and humidity around 45 percent, with clear skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Sunday: A 30 percent chance of showers before 10am. Partly sunny, with a high near 54. West northwest wind between 9 and 14 mph, with gusts as high as 20 mph. Sunday Night: Mostly cloudy, with a low around 38. Northwest wind around 8 mph.”
I spent the day kicking back. I called a few folks to wish them a Merry Christmas.
I read a few chapters of “Deadly Sanctuary” by Sylvia Nobel.
I did my stretches, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.