Denver!

 My therapist told me that while I’m “on vacation” visiting my good friend Diana here in Colorado, I should lock up my grief in a box and leave it at home, knowing that I can return to attending to it when I get back.  So I’m hear having a great time looking at art.

I spent Friday and Saturday just wandering through the Denver Art Museum and the other galleries and museums in its neighborhood.  Because I didn’t have access to a vehicle (taxis are rare and I won’t use Uber or Lyft) and hadn’t done my research into the free scooters and bikes and because the blocks are looooong, I didn’t venture out of the museum district.

At the amazing Kirkland Museum, I talked to the lobby ticket takers on my way out, telling them how tempted I was to sit in many of the amazing chairs (and yes, I fear I wiggled my butt a bit).  

As I write this morning I’m seated in my friend Diana’s house where I’ll be until I face the mess at the Denver airport Thursday morning.  It’s a beautiful house, spacious and well designed and clean.  

But I was sad to leave the Art Hotel, an amazing place with “real” art (ie, not hotel decorations), including an “Ocean View” on the wall of a building across from the hotel.