Today was a MUCH better day than yesterday.
We had sort of a lazy morning, which was nice in and of itself.
Then we went to a consignment tack store in the area, looking for some tack pieces that Alex needs. We found one of the three things on the list, so that was pretty good. They also had some newly consigned Breyer horses that we came home with. Some little vintage ones that are beat up, but can be used as bodies for Alex (or me) to customize. (Like that model painting month challenge thing I did in February.) Also a nicer resin sculpture that was probably never taken out of its box, so that was a nice find, too.
After that we headed up to Boulder to visit Boulder Book Store, which was the store I'd been hoping to visit yesterday. I'm actually really glad we waited until today, because even if we'd gotten up there yesterday, we would have been under a huge time crunch to get back. Today we could take as long as we wanted.
I'd never been to Boulder Book Store before, but have been wanting to find a non-chain store for a while. I love the ease of Amazon, but also know how shitty they are, and Barnes and Nobel is fine, but impersonal. Denver has Tattered Cover, which is pretty well-known, but they took some really disappointing political positions in the last few years, re: support of "urban camping" bans in Denver.
I loved this store. *_* It's an old building, on three floors, including a basement. They have just rooms and rooms of books, with lots of recommendation sections thrown in. It was fun just to wander around, honestly. (Also, super strict on masks and temp checks at the door, so I was glad for that - this is the first large non-grocery/big-box store I've been in for over a year.)
Originally, I'd wanted to go up in the hopes of getting the "indie bookstore edition" of
Hummingbird Salamander by Jeff VanderMeer. He did a virtual event "at" the store last week, but it was on a night I had to work, so I couldn't attend. There was also the special edition (signed, and including an extra appendix) for Indie Bookstore Day, which was last Saturday. But... that's also a workday. I contacted the store, but they said they couldn't hold the special edition, which was fair.
I figured that version would be sold out, but I'd still rather dump my money on the indie store than Amazon. They had a display up for Indie Bookstore Day, but the book wasn't there, so I grabbed a regular edition... but then in a different part of the store, there was ONE copy set aside on a display of very miscellaneous books, so I snapped that up, haha. Very lucky!
I also bought
Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells, the most recent Murderbot novella. I'm very excited for it, haha. Taylor's copy is stuck in Seattle, apparently, so I may wait for them to get theirs to read it.
And I bought myself
Six of Crows and
Crooked Kingdom, since previously I'd just borrowed Taylor's copies. All the talk about Shadow and Bone (and several people happy about the decision to include some of the Crows characters in the show) has had me thinking about the books again, and I know I'll want to reread them.
Alex actually also enjoyed wandering around the bookstore, too. He's not a big reader (after the seizures he had 12+ years ago, he said he got frustrated with his slowed reading speed), though sometimes I'll read stuff aloud if there's something he's interested in. (I love reading aloud, so he may also just be humoring me.)
He got
The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones, a horror novel. The author is a professor at CU. Taylor read that one last year, and liked it, though they said there were some sections they liked a lot more than the rest. But I think Alex might enjoy it.
He also bought
Kitchen Confidential. He took Anthony Bourdain's death extremely hard, but has wanted to read his books.
He also got a few little things for his best friend - some stickers and stuff.
This was absolutely our big splurge purchase day for the next month or two, but it was nice.
After that, we wandered the Pearl Street mall for a bit. We got some ice cream, and enjoyed the sun. A pine tree dripped sap into my hair, which smelled nice, at least, for as terrible as that is to get out.

There was a cute little play area that had this guy, and I love him.
Alex mentioned again that he wishes we could live up there, that he thinks he'd be happy there. I wish we could, too. People talk some mad shit about Boulder, because it's full of rich hippies. (It's a lot like Portland or Austin, in that it attracts a lot of people interested in the quirky/weird/artsy vibes, but then means its pretty expensive and prone to a lot of gentrification.) But I like being in a place where half the houses have pride flags, and BLM signs, and people advocating for police reform.
While I don't think it's likely we'll be able to afford to live up there, I do think it'd be worth trying to visit more. And just in general to do a bit of local travel. The whole quarantine thing definitely made the last year atypical, but it does feel like it's been a long time since we ventured anywhere outside of a set routine.