Sunday, in fulfillment of one criteria of normalcy, I was able to listen to the Feldman piano/string quartet in its entirety in the studio while seeming to have managed at long last to

bring one struggling painting to some semblance of completion as well as, more normalcy, accomplish both daily walks – Fossil Hill and the usual wander into the woods at afternoon’s end.

The day wound down with dinner in in Linda’s more expansive studio space [the kitchen table having by now become inundated with squashes, fossils, and other summer souvenirs] and

madeira by the fire…sweet.

Monday we walked over the Hill to Dean’s, found no one so left pictures [not shown]

of the Lone Pine in honor of his 88th on the kitchen table, toured the Sheds of Libre

and made it home to another quiet day, one with second thoughts

as to whether I’d really maybe finished that painting…but the next was madness, starting out

with Fossil Hill for the dogs’ sake then immediately into the [pre-loaded] truck for Gardner

[where most everything expected at the the post office was] before heading for Pueblo,

arriving with time to hit the Vitamin Cottage, King Soopers and PetSmart for a last two large bags of LBDF* before Fritanga’s which this time around did not disappoint, ah**.

After that the serious binins of the afternoon began; Covid boosters at a “sweet little pharmacy” on Northern, Ashley’s for some minor hardware needs for Wall, 80/20 and, still early

for my 3:30, time enough to at least get the prescription in across the street before over an hour of tooth excavation, backfilling the hole and, trickiest of all, a tissue transplantation which took endless endless sewing. I was out, not that out of it, at five just as L. returned with the pills

 and down the road we went, huatching the Huajas get closer and closer

until Red Rocks Road, looping back towards Greenhorn on 69 to 620 and home, by then

both of us much depleted. The Day After L. was laid quite low by reaction to her shot whereas

I, ah, I had mere chills but of course definite diminishment from The Procedure…

All of which conspired to keep us quite close to home for the next several while

the mountains moved mysteriously closer every morning only to

recede significantly by day’s end, still only stumbling up to the road and back, us.

 

*Large Breed Dog Food

**The Enchiladas Aztecas, good as ever, were nonetheless upstaged by Taquizas al Pastor yeah…