To Afford or Not to Afford

The only thing people like less than sprawl is density. –George Sibley A man named Robb owns the embroidery shop a couple doors down from us at work. We send our embroidery customers to him; he sends screen printing to us. He uses our shop as a “short cut” to his truck; we use his […]

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Lit

  Last night on my way home my new $80 bike light crapped out just about at the midpoint of my ride, right as it was starting to get really dark. I’m going to assume/hope it’s the battery(ies — probably 10 of them, as heavy as it is on my helmet), but it’s still annoying, […]

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Unshedled

My sister Tia, who was staying with us earlier this week, asked if I was settling into a routine in the new house. By yesterday morning, I realized that the answer is no, because so much of my life is still in boxes and dependent on the actions of others, none of whom are feeling […]

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Travels with TL: Crested Butte

You didn’t hear from me again yesterday because my morning schedule was once again thrown off, this time by a trip to Crested Butte for — is the suspense getting to you? — a dental cleaning. I live in Gunnison and my dentist lives in Gunnison, but we both went north to Crested Butte yesterday […]

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Sun Powerless

It is snowing this morning when I was expecting — based on my last reading of Wunderground’s 10-day forecast (which might have taken place Saturday) — sunshine and warming temperatures. I was planning to reclaim screens at the car wash tomorrow or Wednesday, and this isn’t helping. It’s also not helping my mood, which was […]

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Real Tools

In my still-unrealized quest to fit at least one car in the garage, I unpacked every box I found marked “garage” and set items at random on shelves. The result now is that tools are strewn everywhere, and while I unearthed at least three tool boxes and one tool bag, I have decided I need […]

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Hung Up His Cleats

I dropped some stuff off at the Barrys’ house the other day, where Mrs. Barry was preparing to go to a memorial service. It was, she said, the fourth such service she’d been to in two weeks. I’ve been to two recently (not in quite the same short time span, but close) and should have […]

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Working at Not Much

I have been goofing off this morning, not blogging. My bio-rhythms were much better yesterday, so I don’t think we can blame that, but instead of blogging I’ve been watching Sandra Boynton videos, playing Solitaire and reading feel-good stories in the Washington Post. Here is my question for Ms. Boynton and everyone else who turns […]

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Stentorian

My dad had a colleague, Harold Parker. Maybe you don’t do this, but there are some people — not many, but some — who when I think of them, a one-word summation comes to mind. For instance, there is a man here in town who when I see him, although age has mellowed him, always […]

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Danger, Will Robinson!

My goal for the weekend was fairly unachievable, and I knew that before starting out, but it seemed laudable, so I set it: I wanted to be able to get both cars in the garage. Now it’s Monday, and both cars are still outside, my Leaf already complaining about cold temperatures. When I tote up […]

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