Gassed

I don’t remember, particularly, the dream I was having shortly before I woke up one of several times last night, but it involved being driven around some obstacle-laden course really fast — and something about a man being paid in rubber ducks, which didn’t seem very lucrative to me. When I did finally wake up, […]

Holiday Advent-ures

In the old days, say, like last year, Kara’s closest co-workers in proximity were Ben and James. Now Ben has moved on, we thought to leave town but instead just to the hardware biz (after a viral period of unemployment), and Pandemia has moved James from his desk to the printing press. Somehow, though, this […]

Two’s a Crowd

Before I attempt to garner any sympathy, I am aware that this exceeds the pale of any “first-world problem,” but sometimes crowding and where and when it happens absolutely befuddles me. Fresh off the Pandemia version of Not Night of Lights But Come Shop Anyway, it was my turn to work the Saturday shift at […]

Lights, No Night

In any other year, today would be a day of some, if not huge, significance, at least for the downtown area in Gunnison. This should be the final day of preparation for our annual Night of Lights, a community-wide kick-off to the holiday season. Some years it’s absolutely bitter cold, sometimes it’s unseasonably warm. One […]

In Great Form

It is 8 a.m., and here is how my last 20 hours have gone: I discovered that someone at some unknown time put a large dent in my car; I have attempted the “most simplified” forgiveness form provided by the Small Business Administration for my pandemic assistance; and I have just chatted with two people […]

Swing and a Miss

Have you ever noticed that the moment people get caught doing something they weren’t supposed to, that’s the moment they become sorry for whatever they did? Suggesting, of course, that many sorry people are less sorry about committing some wrong than they are that they got caught. In the case of our virus — have […]

Color Us Old

So Lynn and I are getting older, somehow, and with it comes the advice I used to get on a repeated basis from my late neighbor Mr. Trujillo: “Don’t get old, TL. Getting old is hell.” “But Mr. Trujillo,” I would ask, every time this (frequent) conversation came up, “What is my option?” Some days, […]

Everything’s Better With Bacon

The other day, it must have been Wednesday, Kara wanted to know if work was starting to interfere with my blogging lifestyle. While that answer is “no,” it does seem like Life itself is messing with my blogging. Tuesday I started to tell you about our six inches of wet snow and the additional havoc […]

A Turkey of a Holiday

What a difference a year makes, hm? Last year Lynn and I were looking forward to a quiet Thanksgiving in our new house, and this year — well, we’re having a quiet Thanksgiving in our slightly less new house. It’s amazing, if not outright depressing, how much difference there is in doing something because you […]

(Not) There For You

I’m sure I can come up with excuses — I’m always good at those — but I don’t really have one for my lack of participation in my own blog. I thought I would do better this morning, but it’s clear now, at 9:20, that I’m not going to. I had a semi-productive weekend, just […]