In Perspective

Well, I survived the night of the big winds that are still blowing here in Boulder. Our fence was not so lucky. It fell. I am not too upset. I am still here and not blown away, yet. Disaster is a matter of perspective. If the fence fell apart in some freak accident, I could see myself all whining and feeling, "Why me?". After a night of continuous chinook winds, the loss of only a fence seems a small matter. In fact it is always a SMALL matter. It is all in my perspective. My skinny little Newpaper was on the porch. A bonus for sure. Come to think of it, I never really liked that fence anyway.