August | 2015 | Michael S. Moore

A bit before July’s end comes the arrival of Luz, Christine, grandchild Izel, Lola the Pitbull and Boxer the Cat [not shown], straight outa Brooklyn the day before L and I make yet another trip of errands to Pueblo;

… a trip majorly distracted by trying to figure out if the more recent [but soon to be superseded] Tacomas, for all their increased size, really have much more room inside than ours. Which they kinda do, though they also have a wealth of ‘improvements’ that turn the dash into something resembling a video game console. We go home.

Anyway, that little detour made us nearly late for a happy potluck attended by most of Libre at the party site and then the last evening of the month was given over to a dinner for Luz’ cousins though at least that we were home, unlike Saturday with its trip to the Farmer’s Market, Post Office [no mail – erk!] and dump followed by a tour of ye olde commune led partly by Linda in what became a welcome but ill-timed rainstorm…

That night, ah, yet another dinner, this for us plus four, lubricated with Cava and aided by Luz’ barbecuing expertise.

Sunday, with regrets to the neighbors down the road, we stayed home, unable to rise to the local norm of partying ev’ry night of the week, instead using the time to rehang the bathroom door and prep the old Tacoma for a voyage into another life as during Friday’s other activities Linda had culminated a deal for a 4x4xfourdoor 2015 right off the showroom floor…

Meaning August’s first Monday we made a last run to Pueblo in the nimble little ’98 to spend three hours at Toyota exchanging Taco Verde and a whole lotta money for Taco Blanco and, elated but exhausted, back to the Bessemer for a celebratory meal before that long road home;

Attaining home a bit past three [without having to rely, fortunately, on the so-called “map” in the game console] allowed L. to spend an hour, mostly on hold with the USPS, trying to locate our lost last mail…