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 […]

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 […]