Winter Waxing Cold Moon
Day III in Denver. Temps still high.
Over to Jon and Jen’s to watch the Vikes play Cowboys. As Ruth said while we were on the bus going to the stockshow, “Yippee, Yi, Yeah.” That was the Viking’s team I watched the early in the season. They looked fresh, the defense tackled, the pass rush caused at least three fumbles not to mention hurry-ups, sacks, and blocked passes.
I’ve been a believer that this team, when they come to play, can beat anybody in the NFL. I think we’re a particularly good matchup against New Orleans and the Colts so I’m expecting a great finish this year. Yes, I had my doubts after Carolina and Arizona, but the last half of the Chicago game and the whole Giants game showed what we had. So did this one today.
In 30 minutes the gang and I go to see the PRCA rodeo. This is the rodeo big leagues. To the best of my knowledge I’ve never seen a rodeo, though I have seen a bullfight. I’m looking forward to it.
Mark Odegard sent me a shot of Halemaʻumaʻu erupting. This is the current home of Pe’le and she is definitely in the house. On several occasions I’ve walked over the edge of this pit and thought about gods and goddesses, standing beside offerings left by native Hawai’ians and often choking from the sulfurous gases emitted. She can fill the whole caldera if she gets on a tear and who knows, this might be one.
