of constant but not unpleasant visitations interspersed

with walks around the block,

trips up Fossil Hill,

and lots of busy ness just as I was getting used to having people around most every day they all

went away, leaving us here alone at last to settle in, only a little worse for wear [Long Covid?

Old Age? High altitude?], the only continuing downside being someone helpful put something odiferous in the trash and we won’t be going to the dump for another ten days…plus then the

weather warmed steadily, nothing like a lot of places but unseasonably for here, not what we

felt prepared for for sure.

It certainly wasn’t as extreme as eastern Jordan where

son Bryan was tracking the vintage truck market but

for us even the trip over Fossil Hill

to the Libre Library was close to all we could manage…that

and small late afternoon perambulations around the homeplace.

We eventually had to make that first trip to Pueblo for Gagliano’s delicacies, groceries, perio [a sign of the times – running into old friends in the periodondist’s waiting room], hundred degree

temps, some not entirely satisfactory Hispanic Food,  80/twenty, and another fun sampling

of “summer driving season” down I-25 before hitting the Gardner post office and home

to collapse…all in a day.

 

 

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