(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 […]

Rash Behavior

It’s 9 a.m. on the third day in a row that I’ve thought is Friday (although that might be correct today), and I’m very slow getting started here. I am being eaten alive. By bugs, by business, by the notion that only gains strength each day that the country I thought I’ve lived in for […]

Coming Into the Cold

It was cold in the wood shop. Sunday afternoon, the sun already headed west, and I was alone in the entire makers’ space. I debated turning up the heat, but that seemed kind of frivolous when it was just me, and I once again optimistically thought my project wouldn’t keep me there very long. It […]

O Christmas Tree

Lynn made a mistake once. Yes, just once, a long time ago — and no, I’d like to think it wasn’t taking up with the likes of me. We had just finished a Sunday breakfast with our peeps. That’s how long ago it was — remember back to when people could gather freely, without concern, […]

Snowball

I set up shop early this morning in the living room, watching the snow come down. Then I realized I was hearing some noise our house doesn’t usually make, but it took longer than it should have (it was early, remember) for it to occur to me that it was wind. A mid-November blizzard. So […]

The Radio That Saved Us, 9 p.m.

Well, not that it was as impressive as I’m making it out to be, but I was quite prescient yesterday when I wrote at 9 a.m. that maybe someone had cut a line and shut off Gunnison from the rest of the world. That turns out to be exactly what happened, and so even though […]

Radio Silence, 9 a.m.

This is the situation as I knew it this morning. Perhaps you have deduced, given the late arrival of this entry, that the problem was bigger than me and Spectrum. We’ll save that for tomorrow, even though readers in the Gunnison Valley already know the story. Every single time. Every single time. For reasons that […]

It’s Not About the Bike

After two and a half months of near-solid bike racing, the delayed grand tour season has come to an end, which perhaps ought to be sad, but feels rather like a relief. It’s a lot of hours taken up by spectating, and while I enjoy it, two-plus months consecutively is too much of a good […]

Neighborly Change

We have new neighbors who may be waking up this morning to the first real snowstorm of their lives. On yet another Social Saturday, I met new neighbors, soon-to-be-neighbors, and two sets of established neighbors. As well as waved to Kiley, the realtor who sells most of the lots out here, on her way to […]

For My Dear Birds

I woke up around 2 a.m., for no particular reason, and then found myself unable to go back to sleep as my brain kicked into gear. You know what was keeping me awake? No, not Election Lifetime; not covid; not the latest financial report from my business; not even the decisions that occupy my waking […]