Erma Bombeck

Does anyone remember the book, the grass is always greener over the septic tank?

It's been a while since last I thought about some of the more pernicious details associated with buying our house.

Over all the process wasn't all that bad and we love the house, where we live, where we work. However, and it's hopefully just a small case however, today is the day I take my first foot steps into home septic care.  The company that handled the septic inspection and we subsequently scheduled a pump out of our tanks with, has been putting us off for 3 weeks. Citing emergency's and bad weather putting them behind schedule.  Calls made were answered but not in a timely fashion, excuses ran from the kind of thing that could be called friendly banter to a long litany about just how busy they are. This has been going on for three weeks! We were initially told we'd be serviced the first week in May.

This past week was to have been the week I would have an answer as to when we would be scheduled for service.  I was told they (Sewer Sucking Service) would be free by Tuesday and I would hear from them by Wednesday.  By Monday I still had not heard from them so I called to get the "straight poop" right from the source.  I called and I did hear them say, once again, how very busy they were, I told them I had been in touch with several competitors who could schedule something, in one case, less than 24 hours.  The reply was "that is your right" which concluded our conversation with my saying thank you. No, really! I said thank you.

We were not present for the inspection, and we did not have a representative present either.  It's my guess due to the nature of my dealings with the company that they did not do an inspection, they may not have emptied one tank as they assured our broker they did (in February) and they have not submitted a bill. They can eat *&%# and die and I am off in search of my Muck boots and snow goggles with visions of flaming bags of crap on my door step, dancing in head.

Danny Glover ain't got nothing on me.

Bob Villa Ain't Got Nuthin' on Me!

Today was a light honey do day, Tripped in to Gunnison for potting soil and flowers for Sarah's spring yard beautification plans.  Followed up with some preparatory yard clean up, the lawn mower arrives later this week.  It's one of those old fashioned push (no motor) jobs just right for the postage stamp size area that I need to maintain.

Got out the power tools and some re purposed lumber to fix a stair plank that rotted out this past winter.  Removal and prep, check.  Installation and clean up, check.  It's now officially beer-thirty in the Rockies and I'm more than ready.

My new favorite mammal.  I've named this one P. D. Woodhouse.

  

The week that was

Crested Butte After school science club members Oliver, Chase, Grace, and Nola embark on a wild flower hunt.

Ben visited our club this week, he found the wild crocus first.

The first butter cup of spring.

Crocus

this weeks ID challenge

There's a little patch of open ground in Gunnison right next to the five points thrift store.  These Prairie dogs are everywhere.

Mule deer are a regular along the road that leads home.

Alone with my thoughts about a cat

It's still snowing in the Rockies, not a major storm, more a shower to bring alpine flowers.  I have plans to visit Gunnison that may change into swim trunks and take a right turn to our Jacuzzi.  I've food and libation aplenty, plenty of firewood.

O is traveling with a friend from Nantucket to NOLA for the Jazz Fest.  This is not a complaint about her being away, it's more a precursor to my soon to be homicidal feelings for her cat complaining about her being away.

We have a big house, an A frame.  The ceilings can really ring with a howling banshee losing her cat damned mind and I've reached the rim of my gorge as I reach for her tail on the second day.  The windmill in my left hand window sits muted, covered in snow.  Suggests a peaceful resolution no matter how satisfying a kitty rocket could be. Swegen at my feet feels a shift in my weight, thinks it means a walk is imminent and I say no buddy, not just yet.  

Snow and Crocus

May 29th and the snow fall has been continuous since yesterday afternoon. Not much in the way of accumulation as the temperature has been above freezing.  Most of the new snow should be gone by later this afternoon as the temp. should get into the 40's.

Sarah is in New Orleans with our friend Amy from Nantucket, they are at the Jazz festival where it has been raining.  Not to worry they are intrepid travelers and have chosen the venues wisely that they are attending, all have tents and they've managed to stay dry.

I've begun working with the Crested Butte public schools offering an after school science club that highlights the Ranger program that I'll be offering at RMBL this summer.  I have 7 students, all are smart, engaged, and inquisitive and I'm having a blast with them.

I've gotten  the go ahead to start a writers group for poets at the Crested Butte library and that will begin in June and I will be attending a writers group in Gunnison beginning next month.  I have submission guidelines for several local publications and I'll be sending them work soon.

The animals have settled in to the new home and are very happy, as our we, with our new surroundings.

These are wild Crocus and they are popping up in the scrub areas all around us.  Yesterday my students and I went looking for them across the street from the school, I await their written report on the discovery this weekend.  Several of them are very good writers and inventive,  I look forward to some fun reading later this week.

An Auspicious Start

I finally began working here in Colorado.  I'm conducting an after school science club at the Crested Butte Public School and I started this past Thursday, yep, the day Prince died.  As momentous as that was I will mark it clearly as a day in green  for Sir Gawain, as purple as the first crocus bloom.  We photographed and Id'd a butterfly, began tracking the life cycle of an Aspen, we talked about the eating habits of Magpies.  It was a good day, there was music, laughter, and a sense of accomplishment that adds up to past tense.

Tonight I’m Gonna Party

I wore a purple scarf

The day Clemens died

Remembered it was

Sandy Denny’s departure date

As well

Rode into Gunnison

With Swegen in the backseat

His head out the window

His hair blowing

The way I feel

                About death

The big horn sheep

On the side of the road

Indifferent and diffident

To everything

Save the task at hand

Look up as the pup

Says hello

To another round of

Purple rain

Let’s go crazy

Rain

It's raining right now, the first rain we've had since moving here.  I'm in our upstairs office and the sound is wonderful.  The kind of noise that says get a book, go curl up somewhere.  Count your lucky stars you have a roof overhead.  Both the cats have declared peace, this is usually a time of day for chasing each other around the house.  They sit across from each other, close enough to my ears that I can hear them purr.  It's a low sounding throaty affirmation that they' happy.

Swegen, having been well walked (twice) and after a highly spirited sessions of catch, sleeps in the library, all four legs pointing straight up at the ceiling.

It's time for some south sea stories for Somerset Maugham I think.

Jacuzzi and wine relaxed

It's just a little more than a month since O and I crossed the divide.  We both feel exhilarated and renewed by the experience, hell I've been wearing flannel shirts and working out doors.  We've begun a research project on the merits of Mexican Restaurants in the valley as part of our weekly trip to town.  I'm grading tamales, O's all about the tortilla chip. It's part of this rural life's ritual, obligatory dump run (You gotta see/smell the dump), stop by with our circular in hand at the City Market (insert South Park reference if you must), cruise the thrift stores, then back home. Come warmer weather we'll add yard sales and fishing to the list. Oh, there's people fishing now, they's crazy.

This is the off season for the valley, Crested Butte has this and next week off for spring break, Gunnison does not, they just returned.  Saw a poetry slam in Gunnison at the Arts Center this past Friday.  Nice space, I bar tended the event. It was a College event and the slammers were students. The next night I got a slot in the open mic. event at the Crested Butte art center, an even nicer space. Both community spaces are major contributors to what is a throwback (IMHO) to a time when FM was just beginning, giants sat next to you in crowded roadhouses and everything was everything. I like it here.

The second floor of our house is office/library, bathroom, bedroom. This is my half of the office, O's still un-packing. Pictures to follow when she signs the release:).

Swegen's library on the first floor.

     

Easter 2016

It's only in the last few years that Easter has once again meant something to me, no I didn't find Jesus. However, I do believe in the resurrection.

In 2005 my wife Sarah and I were running Spoken Word Nantucket, it was our first year of really being able to afford to book the best in the field, month after month.  That year we hosted Brother Blue, Taylor Mali, Regie Gibson, Franz Wright, and others.  One booking above all the rest has stayed with me ten years beyond.  If you were thinking that our list is good but it's shy one Jack McCarthy, well no; it wasn't.  Jack was booked that year for Easter Sunday (our shows were on Sundays) but as you might recall Jack had a minor setback that year in the form of major heart surgery.

Which leads me to divulge Jack wrote me from his recovery room to assure me that he would be on Nantucket, have no doubt! It turns out Nantucket was important to him personally because back in the 50's his dad had run a summer baseball camp on the island, as a matter of fact his poem over takers (meant to compete with Patricia Smith's "Undertakers") was about Nantucket.  If you haven't heard it or read it, GET IT!

In total Sarah and I booked Jack 5 times, each time was a blessing in the truest sense of the word.  I have an e-mail from the first booking where Jack asked me to promise to re-book him if no one showed up to hear him on Easter.  Hell, you could see the line of cars coming from the Polpis Road all the way to the little classroom on the bluff as if it were that scene in Field of Dreams.  It was our first overflow crowd and all that came will tell you how much of a revelation his words were. I treasure that bit of electronic keepsake, it gives me pause to be thankful.

Today, Sarah and I took a ride to Taylor Reservoir, just a few minutes from where we now live.  We stopped and took some pictures and thought about all that's happened and how very lucky we are. Tonight I'll put on Jack's last CD and I'll hear him again and he'll make me laugh, cry, and think.  Happy Easter.  

10 Days After

It's been ten days since my last post, things have gotten busy here at Len and Sarah's hideaway.  Most of the boxes are emptied and I'm happy and proud (I did most of the packing) that very little breakage occurred. Today we began the process of hanging our art, something we had difficulty with in our last home for lack of available wall space.  Finding some of the pics that have been in storage is a little like a second Christmas for us.  There has been only a few inches of snow here in Almont, we're tucked into a valley that seems to be a dividing line for snow fall at times.  Not a complaint, I hate shoveling.  Crested Butte got about a foot last week and Irwin well over that.

I got a spotlight reading at an event on the 8th of next month.  I saw a poster for an event called Syllables and Sounds "An Evening of Musicians and Writers" with a line that said if you want to participate... well, even though they'd closed enrollment a few weeks back the chance to include a Slam Poet was too great an enticement to pass on.

It's just begun to snow in the last few minutes and the forecast (now that I check) calls for a full day of precipitation so, I guess I spoke to soon.  Sarah and I plan to head into Gunnison to do our Saturday shopping and perhaps stop for lunch in one of the local Mexican joints.  We both love Mexican food and there are a lot in the Gunnison valley so, we be happy.

Water

When you move to the high country you'll hear things like "be sure and drinks lots of water" and "it's important to stay hydrated" and it's true.  For most, the first week can be uncomfortable to say the least.  You'll experience headaches, chapped lips, and a feeling of lethargy due to the lack of oxygen. There are things you can do like guzzle 3 or 4 gallons of water a day (know the location of all bathrooms near you) and take aspirin as needed.  There are additives to water, one called acclimate works fairly well if you can stand the taste.  Me. I prefer rolling into a ball and praying to jeebus until the feeling passes.

Which brings me to the real water issue.  Everywhere in our new home we found little notes about conserving water.  The previous owner has regaled us with stories about peeing off the back deck to discourage bears and mountain lions from poking around.  Taking water from the creek out back to fill the Jacuzzi (yes, I realize I'm complaining about water but have a Jacuzzi) and the ever popular "if it's yellow let it mellow, if it's brown flush it down" to name a few. Oh, how we rolled our eyes at it all.

Cut to yesterday, laundry day.  No biggie really, it's just we two O and I.  Two loads of laundry, one load of dishes, two showers, a couple of necessary flushes of the toilet, and 3 or 4 gallons of water from the tap. That is, until I began to prepare dinner.  It was going to be pasta with meat sauce and a salad.  First things first, I begin by filling the pot I'm going to boil water in for the pasta and ... nothing!  The first thing that runs through my head in times like these is what did I do now?  Of course, water is at it's lowest availability at this time of year and I've used too much.  Plan B, the Almont Resort and burgers.

So, here I stand on my back deck some hours later peeing around the perimeter of the property, oh I can go on for minutes these days.  As I do, I think about low flow shower heads, baths on Saturdays, and wearing clothes until they walk on their own and then buying replacements instead of washing them.  Of course this won't be necessary, I just need to adjust or roll back into a ball and pray.

Sunday - Finally some rest and relaxation

Well dear reader, the furniture is here and Sarah and I spent the weekend putting it away in our new home.  There was some furniture damage that we'll work out with OMON and one or two small breakable things that did not make it but other than that everything is going great.

The staff at RMBL (where Sarah and I work) threw a welcome party at Donita's Cantina  http://www.donitascantina.com/ that was fun and it was a great way to meet some new friends and associates. We met our state senator there and she's an ardent supporter of water quality.

Getting used to living at altitude has taken some effort (staying hydrated) but we all seem to be taking the transition in stride. I have noticed that Swegen has been affected the most by the change.  I attribute this to the altitude as well as the reduced traffic in his daily life.  He still gets a lot of walks and fetch sessions but he misses his pals.  Now when there's a noise at the house it's usually falling snow from the roof or the passing of an occasional bear or mountain lion, not Beau or Tess come to play.

Well, the change in time has me up late and writing this and several e-mail for work and the time has come to bank the fire in the wood stove and go back to bed.

Until tomorrow.

More calliope music

For those of you following along at home, you've heard the tale of Len and Sarah's furiture merry-go-round.  It's been a fun ride but it's time to ring some changes.  My man on Nantucket, you remember the guy. He's told me after much verbal genuflecting and admission of culpability on Tuesday that our stuff will be at our door by 10:30AM Wednesday without a doubt.  And guess what?  10:15AM Swegen's ears pop up, and by an all to familiar deep throated woof I know someone is at our door.  It's the truck with our stuff! Oh joy oh rapture! Snoopy dance engaged at last!!!

Wait, there's only one guy in the truck.  I say hello, my name is Lenny, where are the other guys?  He says hi I'm Travis and there ain't no body but me, see I just drop the container and go.

These are the moments most delicate, filled with fear and loathing you hope you only read about. I want to bark but at this guy, not such a good idea (he's a refrigerator) and he's not to blame.  Still, I'm really feeling the Oliver Douglas vibe here in Crystal Springs so I broach the subject with gentlemanly tact and say, there must be a mistake.  It's not yours but please forgive a moment, I need to make a call and chew the ass of the person who's fault this is.

Calls made, my blood pressure stays at normal levels and we conclude with a promise from My Man On Nantucket that a return call will be forthcoming with the answer ASAP. That done, I look to conclude my dealings with Travis who in the intervening moments has called his boss and is in the process of explaining the situation to him. They both agree they're in the right and Travis offers the phone to me that I might speak to Ray (do you remember Ray?) we quickly agree that Travis drop the container and split.  There really is no other answer and in my head I fantasize about nutmegging Mr Drucker over and over again but acquiesce.

Long about 1:30, MMON calls to tell me he's found a guy in Gunnison that should be able to do the contracted unloading later today or Thursday morning, for sure.  The company in question has placed calls to associates already gone for the day and he's just waiting on the call backs.  He says, worst case scenario he'll have a crew there Thursday by 10am.  Worst case scenario is the group in question hangs out at the Gem saloon in Deadwood.  The fear and loathing increase exponentially but I resist it.

Slow forward to 2:45 and no word of the  en pending arrival of a crew of gentleman to PUT OUR STUFF IN THE HOUSE! I call MMON, I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's at a loss and ready for a whipping, poor bastard.  He tells me the good news first, he's secured at least one guy for tomorrow, guaranteed. However, he's having trouble getting others because where we live is too far away (hear the music?) and concludes with, do you have anyone you can call?  1001, 1002, 1003,  I reply no, I don't. I just moved almost 3,00 miles from home.  It's a fact he knows already and he's whimpering, I can hear him whimper.  I say, let me make some calls and I'll get back to you.

I speak to our RE broker who is also in property management and ask if she has someone that can help?  She does and once again we are in her debt.  She's really cool, she doesn't belong in this show, she belongs in Petticoat Junction.

Sarah and I are able to laugh about it over dinner and drinks at the Almont Resort, where the burgers are cooked to our liking and the beer is always cold.

Now, if this were an episode of Green Acres this would be the conclusion of this weeks goings on but you know it isn't.

Stay tuned folks, Same batshit, same batshit whining time tomorrow for another episode of - Sisyphus has nothing on us   .

Nope, not today

As previously stated we are awaiting delivery of our furniture.  Thought it was going to be delivered on Tuesday but that was just a dream some of us had.  Tuesday was another day of phone calls and well meaning customer reps. assuring me everything was being done to get our stuff to us.

I wrote a poem, real nasty stuff.  I'm not proud of it.  I shared it with my poet friends on Nantucket, got some interesting replies.  

Here is mine.

MIA

Hope this finds you well  

Where ever you are

I'm over here now

Got a new phone number

Wannaknowit

Finally have the  interweb thingy working

fairly well

slow as a gerbil in a deep dark hole

And you?

Who know as well as anyone

Where the fuck our shit is

And no one knows

Where the fuck our shit is!

Here is a response poem from my dear friend Maggie Sullivan.

Untitled

I hope this finds you well

over where you are now

I'm still here

back where you left us

and yeah, I wannaknowit

that new phone number

About where that shit is

the shit you say is yours

well, it's inside you

until you get rid of it

then it's not even

yours anymore anyway

that's how shit is

unclaimed and unnamed

until it's not there

and you need it

then you curse it

damn the distance

call on the anonymous nonsense

for real information

nah, sit still in your

deep dark gerbil hole

your shit will come floating

back to you, slowly

especially if you pretend

you don't want it at all

a pair a socks paradox

 Anyway, I've been assured the delivery van will be pulling into our driveway about 10:30 on Wednesday.  

Anyone want to place a bet?

Maybe Tuesday will be our good news day

Today we awoke like children on Christmas morning awaiting the delivery of magic and delight, it's  5 am.  I speak of course of the delivery of our furniture and personal items that did not travel with us but came by moving truck.  We'd had word on Thursday that our effects were in Denver and hope began to percolate that we would have our stuff by Friday, when that didn't happen tiny bells began to ring but we were busy and the day passed.  On Saturday we called to inquire about its whereabouts and were told that all was well and that our truck would be heading to Salida and then to us on Monday.

Come Monday we call to check in with the movers who inform us that they no longer deliver to Almont and that we'll need to speak to Ray in Montrose and to give him a call at 8:30.  At 8:30 I call and Madge (I shit you not) answers the phone and after introductions tells me Ray is busy loading trucks (good news?) Madge asks me to hold while she checks with Ray.  Madge comes back with trepidation dripping into the phone like a leaky faucet, our tuck is not there but if I'll hold she'll check with dispatch and get to the bottom of the matter,  Foreshadowing button engaged, after a few brief moments of time/hell Madge is back to let me know she going to have to get back to me.  She's very nice and I thank her and bid her good day, knowing full well I may never hear from her again.

Next I call our moving rep. on Nantucket, nice guy I took him and his child on a nature walk last year so I calm my livah, tell him the situation and where I stand at present, on the precipice of mad Italian and he tells me he'll make some calls at get right back to me,  That was 9am Mountain time...

Latter that day, 2:30 to be somewhat exact, I get the call I'm not waiting for but It's Sarah.  Did I mention today is Sarah's first full day at her new job?  She mistakenly asks me how the day is going and I answer, she has regrets, I have amends to make.

3:30 and my thumb has gone numb in my bum and the dog and cats have all disappeared, no fools they.  The phone rings and before so much as a how do you do our moving rep has plead  mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.  You gotta love a learned moving guy.  He assures me that our truck has been found and we'll take delivery Tuesday.

If the snow don't fall and the creeks don't rise.

A real day off!

Any one that knows Sarah knows there are precious few days off and none certainly in our 12+ years on Nantucket.  That's not a whiny comment, it's fact.  Today, a Sunday we woke at a leisurely pace, took Swegen for a walk etc. and came back home to plan our day off.  We decided to take a lazy drive to Crested Butte for a little coffee and shopping.  The ride was terrific, saw a small gathering of Rocky Mountain Big Horn Sheep on the way, that won't get old any time soon.  We got our coffee and took in the vibe, it's spring break and the skiers are in bloom.  Just as we finished up our beverage a light snow began to fall.  It's about 34 degrees out so it melts as it hits the ground, higher up, where the shushing and booming occur it's colder and all is well in ski country today.

We stopped into the local book store, nice but about half the size of Book Works on Nantucket and most of the titles of interest are books we own already, so the book sellers taste is to our liking.  The local history etc of Colorado section is well represented and I found a book on NA's of Colorado that will help with my work teaching middle school naturalists and  the subject is one I find personally intriguing.  Next we hit a cool little hat store and Sarah got herself a Chapeau with fuzzy ear flaps (pictures to follow) and finished up by walking around the quaint and quirky downtown for a bit.

On our way back home Sarah got a call from a fellow we met yesterday, a friend of the man we bought our house from. He invited us to join him and Bill for brunch at the Almont Resort.  It's on the way home, we've already eaten there once (on Thursday) and enjoyed it so we accepted.  Both fellows, Travis and Bill are really interesting, accomplished and well read.  Needless to say we had a pleasant time.

Back home I checked in on the computer to see if I could find any information on my young friend Beck Barsanti's day of poetry recitation competition on the cape.  Glad to say he had a blast and did fairly well by all accounts, he's a cool dude.

Well, we have a dinner plans several nights this week, Sarah starts full time in earnest Monday and our furniture is set to arrive so I'll be busy.

As I said today was a day of no work.  Man that was fantastic!

Mountain grown coffee in the mountains

Friday is a bird chirp
Dog stretching
cats still sleeping
Peter Max sunrise

Our stuff wont be here
until Monday
We don't mind
we're lucky and incredulous

Sarah says good morning
Of course it is my darling
We have a great life
Terrific friends and each other

ILYSCB

We feel like a half a million bucks

It’s official Sarah and I closed on our new home Thursday!  The day began in Gunnison at the Days Inn where we stayed overnight.  Of all the hotels we’ve stayed in over the past week theirs was the best breakfast by far.  Sarah and I, Bob and Deb had a lovely meal then packed our stuff and the animals and headed for Almont.

Morning in Almont, the weather was unseasonably warm and the sun on the mountains really is something to see.  We pull into the driveway and let Swegen out to have his first reckless run in about a week.  The previous owner (Bill Duricott) has left a chuck it with a tennis ball loaded up hanging on the door and Swegen about lost his mind.  The sound of an excited Labradoodle is a primal force to be reckoned with and it signaled his approbation which made us all smile with appreciation. 

We’re there to have a final walk through with our real estate agent Shay and all is in order.  She’s fabulous BTW! After we unload our travel bags and get the cats and dog settled in we head to Crested Butte to sign the documents that make 1420 County Rd, 744 Almont, CO. ours.  The closing takes about an hour which gives Bob and Deb a chance to walk around the downtown area.  It’s a gorgeous day and there are a lot of people about and the shops are funky and fun and we’re sure they’ll have a good time. Papers signed, the last detail lets us know the house will be payed in full by 2046 to which we all had a good laugh. 

We take Bob and Deb to Teocalli’s for lunch, great Mexican food and a very cool local spot.  Sarah and I have eaten there twice already.  We all cruise back to our new home… letting that soak in, and we open a bottle of Prosecco for a celebratory toast.  Deb wonders about the Jacuzzi and she wanders over to look it over.  When she lifts the cover the chlorine smell almost knocks her over.  The past owner was a bit over zealous in its application.  We open the outside door of the solarium to air it out and will have to wait three days for the chemicals to dissipate enough for us to use it.  Not a problem, we’re too happy to kvetch.

Bob and Debs son Nate drove down from Park City Utah with his girlfriend Sally to pick them up and spend some time with them.  Good people Nate and Sally.  We catch up and swap stories of the road.  Nate and Sally’s dog Carl is the first dog Swegen has had to play with in over a week and they head out to the back yard for a run and shoot.  They mark every tree and twig in the yard, they’re happy boys.

That night for dinner we head down the road to the Almont Resort, the only open year round place that isn't 25 minutes away and it is really good and the service is great. After dinner we talk about the next day’s plans without getting to choked up about what that means.  Every one picks a spot to crash and our first day as homeowners sets like the sun over the mountains of the moon.

Where am I?

Started out yesterday in Kansas, all of the crew well rested but a bit road weary.  The weather has been cooperating, it's been unseasonably warm and we've not run into any storm activity.  Deb and Sarah have been wrangling our cats, Lily and Canada.  They've never been anywhere but our small apartment in Nantucket, this has been a big change for them.  They've been wearing harnesses and they've been outside and now half way across Mureica.  We got to Colorado early and not long after we gained an hour crossing another time zone.  Swegen, Bob, and I in our car have been music deficient as my Ford Escapes CD player does not work and we've been reliant on the radio.  The choices have run to classic rock, oldies, and Jeezus (Hallelujah) and if I could offer an observation to all the classic rock stations across this great country, THE KINKS RECORDED MORE THAN "YOU REALLY GOT ME"!

Our first breath of fresh air came from the local radio station from Gunnison called KBUT which plays a wide assortment of music, a real throw back.  Yesterday they played all their favorite covers of famous rock songs.  The one that stands out for me was a Ska version of Blondie's Heart of Glass as well as a reggae version of the Beatles Tax Man..

Got to Gunnison by (does it really matter) by 3 local time.  All of us feeling the effects of the altitude to one degree or another but nothing too extreme.  Driving in, at least for me seems to have helped as it allows me to ease into the change.  Had a slight headache but we all drank plenty of water and by dinner we were all just fine. We had dinner at a place in Gunnison called Garlic Mikes. It is fantastic, the food was very good, the prices (after Nantucket) are great! and the service is outstanding.  Sarah, after just a few minutes in said "this will be somewhere we'll eat at a lot" and I agree.

Today is the big day.  We have a walk through with the real estate agent (Shay) who's been such a big help, at 8:30, we close on the house by 10:30, and we begin pinching ourselves right after that. Our furniture etc. arrives on Monday, until then we'll camp out in our new home, all of us in sleeping bags around the fire place in the living room.

Deb and Bobs son Nate will come and get them this weekend, and we'll have the last of our heart wrenching goodbyes to our Nantucket life.  I can't tell you how lucky we've been to have them along, Bob did all the driving (I suck at driving) and I would never have gotten here without him, really.  Deb has been a great help with the cats and with helping Sarah in so many ways.  They've both helped make this an easy transition and we'll never be able to thank them enough, but we'll try.

Swegen is up with me, it's 6:30 back on Nantucket and he's already overdue for his first of the day walk.  I'll sign off now, .  

Day 3

Started the day in Ohio we crossed over the Missouri river and beyond.  Staying tonight in a Quality Inn in Columbia MO.  It was a long day of driving and we did have to stop to take care of some banking for the closing but after some initial confusion all is well and we close on the 3rd. We'll get to Crested Butte on the 2nd.  The cats have settled into the routine of car travel and seem to have adjusted well.  Swegen has always liked car travel and he's as ever, a joy and a comfort.  Bob and Deb have been life savers and we'll never be able to thank them enough for all they've done for us. I've been taking pictures and posting them on Facebook and it's been cool to get feedback from all our peeps.  Another long drive coming up today and it's 3 am.  Goodnight moon.


len

A O OHIO Leap Day

Our second day on the road was fairly uneventful.  It was a Sunday drive, the weather was pleasant, and the roads were clear of any major traffic. The cats have taken to the car and traveling with Deb and Sarah.  Swegen has always loved the road but he's beginning to miss his daily runs with his island friends.  Not much can be done about that till we get to our new home.  We;ll have to make it up tp him this Wednesday. Until then he's gotta suck it like all the rest of us.  One strange occurrence, a chimney sweep truck (Mr. Sweep) followed us all day.  I think we shook him at the Cleveland turn off but if he returns today we may begin to worry.  The driver looked like Dick Van Dyke and the truck made some very strange noises. More later today, I've woken the cats and am at present being meowed vigorously.vigorously. Swegen and Sarah are still asleep, I think I'll try to get just a little more myself. Bob, Deb, and Sarah stayed up to watch the Oscars, I did not.  Did make a bet with O about who would win best supporting actor, I WON!

All the Way to Harrisburg PA.

Our first days travel began in Hyannis.  We had a fine breakfast of coffee and finger sandwiches that Elin and Joyce made for our trip.  It gave us pause to reflect on the folks that came down to the boat to see us off the day before.  We are very lucky people to be sure,, it's a memory that we'll relive often.  Thank you Elin, Joyce, Kate, David, Susan, Eve, Scott, and Michele. Thank you to everyone that sent us off with such fine farewell parties.  We'll miss you all more than we can measure at present but I'm sure we'll feel it for the rest of our lives.

Today's ride was uneventful.  Sarah and Deb Miller in Sarah's car with our two cats Lily and Canada.  Bob and I in mine with Swegen in the back. The cats are slowly getting used to being in the car, Swegen has always loved the road.  All is well, enough.

We made it to the Ramada Inn is Harrisburg, PA by about 5.  Fed the animals, walked the dog and then off to dinner and drinks.  We found a Mexican restaurant called El Rodeo, the food was ok and the drinks were restorative.We had originally picked an Italian Restaurant but stopped short of entering when Bob noticed that it was a BYOB establishment so we took it on the heel and toe and went to plan b.  Thankful for our smart phones ability to help us out.  

We finished the day planning our next leg of the journey and have decided to shoot for Ohio.  We;ll be staying in a motel 6 and they've promised to leave a light on for us. It wont be long before we're in our new home and the excitement builds by the hour

There's a party in the next room, it's been going strong all night long, I've been humming the Bruce Cockburn song "If I had a rocket launcher" in my head while counting sheep all night.  The sleep has been fitful and tomorrow I may write a poem to commemorate the douche bags bags down the hall.

We love you all our peeps
len

  

Pre-road Downs

The day is at hand and we are off to Colorado.  Last minute details and final hugs goodbye are no measure of the upheaval we feel leaving MA., Nantucket, our east coast family.

Man, this is hard
Adios
Len

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Follow Me Here

This  blogpage is going to be a reminder to all my friends on Nantucket that we still exist and think of you even though we are far away. Starting 2/26/16 I will post daily updates about our journey to Colorado.  I will do this for one year, I promise.  To my friends in the Jr Rangers, I do this for you most of all, I wish I could take you with me.  To my MPC friends, I will post poems weekly, I hope you'll respond in kind.  This move is exciting, terrifying, and most of all something Sarah and I wanted to do while the time was right.  I just wish it didn't mean leaving you.

Ground Control

Down in

Part because it’s rained since the early morning

Rousing spiders from Mars

This is where it begins

The window in my room frames all its grey

Sky goodbyes seen through

Children eyes I’ve watched grow and I’m gone

Lost in yesterday’s vinyl

The photographs are packed

Tickets bought

Something new waiting on the other side

Here am I one last time

In the wind sluiced by the tides

Pushing me on wheels because

I won’t fly

That’s how I flow

Towards the divide

Of course I’ll cry

Now is just a flicker feather

Tickling your nose

Don’t worry nothing

Will ever be quite the same again

As good a reason as any

To go

I do believe