No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.

One of the things that I'm really enjoying about living in Denver is the weather.  Yes, it can be a little crazy at times with the what-the-fuck?-there's-a-blizzard-in-April? and the supercrazycold and the 70 degrees one day and 40 and windy the next, but for the most part, it's not bad at all, even in the winter.  While the East Coast has been getting socked over the past few months with wave after wave of snow and blizzards and ice storms and whatever else, it's been OK here. 

And now it's about to get really good. 

Spring is getting ready to spring, so in addition to being able to head west and up to ski on the weekends, we can stay in town and go from park to park to park on the weekends. 

Saturday, J and Zeke went to one park at 10 in the morning and then walked a mile and a half to another park to be met by Josie and me (she had been napping), where we played played played to the point of exhaustion and then all took the bus home together.

Yesterday we skied in the morning and then came home and met my friend Kim out at Confluence Park in downtown Denver.  The kids giggled and ran and Zeke rode his Skuut and they threw rocks and sand in the river and had a blast in the late afternoon sunshine. 

Then home for dinner, bath and a good night's sleep.

All the activity and outside time is putting everyone in a good mood.  Josie's boil is healing and she's comfortable and healthy.  Zeke tells me he loves me every 5 minutes.  J and I are having a good time with our kids.

There's a lot of scary, awful shit going on in the world.  Sometimes it's hard not to get bogged down in the bad news and uncertainty that seems to persist on a global scale.

But life is to be lived, so that's what we try to do.