Losing Ones Marbles

I have embarked on a foolish, yet entertaining, two journeys that will have the most indirect path to Hong Kong. On a Friday, I flew to Edinburgh, stayed the night and then flew to Denver through Newark. When I landed, I saw this very familiar, very lovely lady that also happened gone my mother.

I was thrilled to see her and off we went to collect the rental car and then off to our hotel. I didn't have a map or GPS, but before we knew it, we were pulling into our hotel. We quite smartly decided to eat in the hotel and I had the most amazing bowl of crispy brussel sprouts. After a very good night sleep, we headed downstairs to wait for Crystal, our realtor; she arrived looking much as we have expected (well, perhaps she was a bit taller).

We proceeded to drive all over Denver seeing many interesting spaces. Mustard and red seem to be hot colors right now and we saw them often - together and separately. After 10 houses, she dropped us back at the hotel to head off to watch the Bronco game.  

We went off to Boulder and shopped along Pearl street. Pearl Street was much more successful then house shopping would be and I ended up buying a wonderful piece of art for the house I would not find.

Losing Ones Marbles: This is waiting in Barbara's house; now, I just need to find a house for it.

After art shopping, we met a good friend for Mediterranean tapas and then headed home. After sleeping, I established new criteria for the house shopping based on everything I saw - like it had to be a bit bigger, which meant my price had to go up. We spent the whole day seeing houses and saw another 15. They all had some nice features, but they all had some issue like across from a mental institution, in a busy street, no yard, tiny kitchen, funny smell, filthy with a dog bed filling the entire kitchen floor - seriously.

Once we were returned to the hotel, we got in the car and wandered around Cherry Creek and bought a few bits and bobs, then we had dinner at a place called North, which was Italian, but 'this is our take on Italian food.' It tasted like Italian food to me - it was good and I had spicy shrimp pasta.

The next day, mom headed back to San Antonio and I headed to work. I saw two more houses in the afternoon and was feeling over loaded. All the houses started to bleed together and I would look at the listings and think that house looks nice and then realize I had already seen it. Another day of work and thankfully no houses. My last full day in Denver, I headed to work and then took in my two final homes afterward with 4 inches of snow on the ground.

I was a bit disappointed by this whole process, but hey, it just wasn't right. 

Friday, I got up packed my things and initiated my next installment on this adventure.