Saturday came which, sans car, was blissfully lacking in a trip anywhere so
the dogs and I went up the creek instead…
and hung around the home place until Linda’s return that evening.
Semi-sacrificially Sunday
it was Partaay [!] at Leon’s,..not so bad, really, but exhausting for L. in the wake of all her travels. Hearing Brent’s unexpurgated obituary as well as Deep Dope Tales well told during the barbecue brought home to me how disconnected I, late-arriving and seldom partaking, have
always been from that community, really. And a whole lot else, come to think of it…ah well.
Nevertheless we wander the vast estates
not particularly alienated but eternally unstoned.
Monday was Pueblo and despite having forgotten our extensive list only two [!] items were forgotten, probably partly because it was not so horribly hot. After Big Bear Liquor we visited
Ashley Hardware, Safeway, the Vitamin Cottage, and PetSmart [yet more Large Puppy Food] before Jorge’s for the usuals, last trip of the fading summer. Needing to stock up for the long time away in Cali we were devastated to find Gagliano’s out of their famous Pueblo Green Chile sausages; nothing to be done*. Despite our five hours away back home the puppies had not
screwed up in any way whatever and the bounty included the short-lived but always much-
anticipated late August trifecta; Olathe Corn, Palisades Peaches and Rocky Ford Melons. You Californians, who can enjoy tasteless “peaches” year round, have no idea…
ditto for the melons and the corn. Another morning we visited Dean to belatedly introduce
the dogs, who were so impressively well-behaved
they even impressed el Viejo
while up in Denver “Spindrift” took shape…bigger than puppies. Down here and
more “room-friendly”, a maquette for a proposed chrome corner piece destined for Ms. Fleming’s show in November at Brian Gross came together…how, no one but L. can say.
Further afield and every year less interesting Burning Man’s webcast reinforces my minority
opinion that staying right whereat we’re at and watching paint dry through Labor Day
is infinitely more rewarding than the playa in summer. Of course, for people lucky enough to need people [and silicosis] it’s probably another story…artfotainment, art as spectacle, semi-nude bicycling…all the ants were, my friends, blowin’ in the wind.
On the other hand, here above the valley
with creatures great
and small,
we be content.
Even Gardner…
can seem kind of attractive, eh? Let alone the Dry Creek drainage
with dogs.
más anon…
* until Mike and Nance came to our rescue and picked up five freshly made packages later in the week.