The Prius took us on a 9-hour drive with jenny hot-footing it all the way. We checked into The Hilltop at Broomfield, where the owner teased the receptionist and Jenny challenged him with a flashing grin. A quick trip to Boulder, then down to the Flat Iron Crossing Mall to PF Chang’s where my daughter-from-another-Mother, woman of my heart, approaches me with wide arms and an open smile. My fairy granddaughter throws herself against me and tells me she’s glad to see me, while Jenny introduces herself and the hostess stands waiting with our menus.
Tomorrow the journey resumes, with a trip to Estes Park, then a long floating drive down the mountain ridge to Colorado Springs. Jenny and I had tea in Boulder before returning to the hotel. I leaned on my walking stick as we navigated the cobblestones of Pearl Street. My legs protest but my heart sings.
It’s the twenty-seventh day of the twenty-ninth month of My Year Without Complaining. My joyful life continues.