Just Ducky

I could have also named this post "Pure Joy".  Recently, when I was feeling grinchy - perfect adjective, stolen from a good friend - another good friend asked me what I do for the pure joy of it.  Well, good friends, for the pure joy of it, I PLAYED all weekend in Snowmass with my beloved Mikey and some other good friends.

We hiked a little.

And we walked a lot - because we had to get to the Ducky Derby in Aspen!

(Don't those big lips just say, "Kiss me, you fool"?)

Happy yellow ducks in sunglasses heading for the finish line - some racing, many enjoying the sights, quite a few socializing, and some unlucky ones getting picked up and thrown up or down the river by giant two-leggeds.  

Pure Joy = Feeling my heart smiling hugely while:  watching thirty thousand yellow duckies floating down a river, AND/OR watching people enjoying thirty thousand yellow duckies floating down a river, AND/OR being in the tremendous beauty of the Colorado mountains AND/OR being with my sweet Michael, AND/OR being with good friends, AND/OR many other things too numerous to mention, AND especially while just being HERE right now.

(Photos courtesy of Mr. Mikey.)