Tales of the Ordinary Days

Dinner in Boise after a movie at The Flicks My adventures in Boise are about to continue, albeit briefly, as I will be traveling again in a week. I am currently sitting on a plane that just departed Omaha, in route to Boise. It was a very cold, but a very productive (and extremely busy) week back for me in Omaha. It’s been almost a month since Garrett and I pulled out of our Omaha driveway for Boise with U-Haul in tow. Three weeks in Boise. One week in Omaha. My new normal. Well, at least for now. I am honestly unsure what my new normal will be for the long-term and I’m good with that. As my father-in-law explained to me the other day, “Sandy, you just get up in the morning and figure it out.” Yeah, that pretty much sums it up for me. Although the main reason for my week back in Omaha is for business purposes with several on-going projects and clients based there, it also makes my time away from cherished Omaha friends feel almost nonexistent. True to my nature, t...

Garrett with his to-go desert compliments of Stagecoach Inn (restaurant is a classic western icon per my research and our experience) Way back when in my Lutz days, I had a client I worked with from central Nebraska. My main contact was a lady by the name of Aleta. Although she ran a medical practice by day, by night she was a ranching woman. We had only met once in person, but over the course of our many conversations, I always pictured her in cowboy boots with spurs and a rifle never more than an arms-length away. I always enjoyed Aleta. She was a straight-talker with colorful stories about life on the ranch, and her view on life in general. Many times her stories didn't come from the actual telling of a story, but from a sidebar comment. One that I clearly remember involved an asthma inhaler and her horses. I called Aleta with a question concerning a payroll tax deadline, a very normal accounting-ish thing to do. Aleta, in her typical nonchalant fashion, didn't pro...

Sunday Funday We found a snowy treasure today. Garrett and I knew a perk of living in Boise was being very close to skiing, 15 miles door to ski lift (to be exact). It was awesome to have an easy drive in little traffic that didn't consume our entire Sunday. But there were other extras we didn't expect. The ski resort is Bogus Basin. What we didn't know was that the resort is a not-for-profit. It's run by the city. What does this mean for we lucky skiers? Costs are half of the typical for-profit resorts with conditions that are of equal quality. There are 2,600 acres for skiing including rolling bowls and trails. We did not expect this, but loved the snow-filled surprise. And in our backyard. We will be back and won't need to set aside a weekend to make it happen. Skiing the slopes with gorgeous views to the soundtrack to A Star Is Born was exceptional. It's been a good first week in Boise, but we have only just begun. The real stuff happens after unp...

Showing off my new gift from Kathy - evil eye ring (wards off evil...been a family thing for years) It's amazing how quickly one adapts to new surroundings. We are enjoying our little rental home up in the foothills. There is a lot to be said of natural light and lots of windows. The view looking onto the city is an added plus. We are only here through the end of March, so will definitely enjoy the time we have it. Of the three of us, Zeke is the one a bit lonely. He misses his best friend, Lucy, and our spacious backyard which had turned into his playground. This is even with a very long walk this morning and lots of love from his humans. Part of my adventures planned for next week include finding dog parks and other venues for doggy interaction for our Zeke. This morning he and I put in 7,000 steps around a neighborhood to the south of us. There was a nice park with a walking path and lots of new smells for the pup. My last movie of 2018 was about a man who spent 6+ yea...