Hopefully.  But after a day of happy immobility

and listening to Gillian Welch* [“Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio…”] upstairs in the studio

[…says she’s gonna do right but Not. Right. Now.”] our manic neighbor Leon busted out

with chains on the fronts of his 4×4 Dodge, all the way to where the county’d plowed as well as

all the inhabited driveways, ours included, so I took L’s Tacoma to the gate and back though couldn’t get in to Luz and Christine’s as Leon’s tracks were just too deep.

Nonetheless the next day, a Monday, we finally made it to the post office, seeing a herd of elk

[not shown] on the flat coming back, paused below Mary Ann’s while Leon, who was having

traction problems at the top, got sorted…fortunately all in time for lunch on the porch.

Sweet.  Afterwards I played “Frank Zappa Live at the Roxy” up in the studio in an attempt to get Miss Ohio out of my brain, but no luck.  Incredibly the next day we scored yet another lunch

outside as the snow went [slowly] away and The World, so they say, continued to go to to shit.

From the porch that didn’t seem to be the case, but here we’re Far and Away from The World.

Another day, the fourth in a continuing series of Early Trips to one town or another, we left from Izel’s school bus stop at 7:15, Luz following us into the screaming sun to the ‘burg where we

discovered one of “Clayweight’s” historic poles was somehow not in evidence, moved stuff around to accommodate the anticipated return of L’s wood sculpture from MOF, the Museum

of F—ups, as after a quick return to the truck rental fruitlessly hoping the pole might still exist we discovered, to considerably more dismay, that the morons of MOF had effectively destroyed “Rotation Location”, the sole surviving example of an important body of work from the nineties, by reducing it to dozens of miscellaneous pieces of wood, hundreds of steel brackets and many more hundreds of pieces of hardware.   My diptych weathered their curatorial expertise with only an eight inch gash, a blessing by comparison.   Devastated, we returned the Remains to the Habib, where they were exchanged for a chair looked after by the more professional curators of

UCCS, two redundant chairs for “el Depot” and many bags of bottles to recycle in La Veta,

where I ventured before making it back across the valley on a very warm afternoon…

A Very Warmness not, however, to last…

 

* with thanks to Peter Behrens for the link, Raton being just down the road.