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Pretty much the entire city is being plastered with these notices; they're not targeting any particular neighborhood. I'm not planning to visit the site; my suspicion is that it's a scam or ad-revenue generating scheme. ... recipients (are) encouraged to log into a Web site, where, after supplying an e-mail address plus $7.95 (plus $4.95 after three months), they would purportedly be notified whenever a new sex offender moved into the neighborhood. ... police report that one person lured into the Web site ... did receive a largely accurate list of registered sex offenders. The recipient also received an avalanche of unsolicited e-mail advertising. ... (Police) spent the morning informing people that sex-offender lists are available free of charge from, for example, sor.state.co.usJust a reminder to all of you out in Blogland: If something looks suspicious, Google is your friend!
Blogger seems to be having a problem today; I am not able to access most of the blogspot.com sites I visit regularly, though my own blog and Blogger tools come up fine. Blogger's not showing any problems on the status page, but the forums indicate others are having the same problem. I hope it gets fixed soon!
The Denver City and County Building has been lit with white lights lately (they change the colors every so often), which looks very pretty, especially against the mountains still faintly backlit after sunset.George Olinger Sr., son of Olinger mortuary founders, John and Emma Olinger, bought Mount Lindo in the 1930s. He later sold it to Francis S. Van Derbur, who was married to his daughter, Gwendolyn. Van Derbur originally intended to develop the mountain, but instead he made it into a cemetery in 1963. His father, Francis C. Van Derbur, expressed an interest in being buried on Mount Lindo with the spot being marked by a cross. Francis S. had the famous lighted cross installed on the East side of the mountain so his mother, Pearl, could see it from her home in Denver’s Park Hill neighborhood.

Yeth, back to "The Dentitht" today to get a filling. Thank goodneth for laughing gath. But my tongue ith thtill frothen.
It's been so hot lately, in the 90s every day, that I have to walk Sophie pretty late. Happily, our altitude means it cools off tolerably once the sun goes down (and makes it possible to sleep comfortably). It's so peaceful after dark, but not quiet; crickets and cicadas are in full chorus. I love that sound.![]() | ![]() | ![]() |



Yes, today was the semi-annual (if I'm good) visit to The Dentist. Which really should be a mobster's name. Puts the fear in me, that's for sure.
Looks like my roots are showing. Cheese!
The old house had jumbo moths (click the "bugs" label to see them). The new one, beetles! This guy was as big as my thumb and was motoring toward the back door when I spotted him. Very expressive antennae he had! I foiled his plans by picking him up and putting him in the bushes. Anyone know what kind he was?
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Sunday's memo: Camouflage paired with warm tones is all the rage. At least with two of us. Today. 
At the farmers market this morning, I felt the lure of fresh bread. Drawing closer, I was sucked into the force field of apple turnovers. For a small fee, I was allowed to move on at last, slightly more burdened.
This is the Mojito de Oro. It has rum plus rum. Yum. One was enough.
The apps are generous and tasty, and the service was attentive and patient despite our group's inability to make any timely decisions.