Sunday, August 06, 2006

Last Thursday we picked up our dear friend Arlene at the Cheyenne airport, and took her up for a brief visit to the ranch. Then we brought her down to Fort Collins to show her around here and visit for a few more days. This morning, I drove her back up to Cheyenne for her flight back to Oakland via Denver.

It was hard to say goodbye.

While she was here, it was easy to fall into the old familiar mode of casual time together, but saying goodbye at the airport, I had that sense of near panic that you get when you realize that your time together with someone you deeply care about and appreciate is about to be cut short - that they will soon again be far away for probably a long time, and maybe you could have made better use of the time.


We visited the river that runs through Fort Collins, where Mdog had her first-ever swim in water too deep to stand up in.

We miss being close to Arlene - more than I even realized. She is the most generous person I know, both emotionally and materially, and has earned my most profound respect for the way she has molded her life after a number of challenges and hardships. Rather than be embittered by the difficulties she has faced and overcome, she has deepened her appreciation for all of life's opportunities and her fellow person, and kept herself open to whatever comes her way.

You are such a good example for me Arlene - thank you for your patience as I try to make use of all your good advice and helpful direction. I wish you were closer by, but at least we have cheap long distance calling!




Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Today I worked at the county food bank. Everyone seemed to agree that this might be a good diversion from recent misery over being stuck in the rental place and passing over a great house that would have set us up in a good neighborhood and out of our short term lease before the annual renewal became unavoidable.

The day was difficult in odd and unexpected ways. I have been reading a book about what a hellish place the world has become as a result of the agreements people accept between each other, and there were plenty of examples of the results of that realm to work with today. Perhaps most disturbing, some had no characteristics that distinguished them from me. Thank God there are decent places like the food bank where at least people can stave off hunger while they sort out or endure their hardships.

That episode of passing on the great house, then realizing too late that it would have made such sense to buy for a number of reasons has been the cause of profound sadness for me. While I know better (we are responsible), I feel betrayed by our experience to date here in Fort Collins in a way. In four months we have seen a lot of hideous monstrosities (and we only go look at the GOOD listings) with horrific defects, and when we finaly saw one place that might have delivered us from being tenants in a marginal rental we didn't recognize it. It has been the only house we have seen in four months that would really work for us. Yet I resisted the taking on of a long list of improvement projects that would have occupied me for months. Now I have the same months with - nothing - to constructively occupy my time. Well, there is the painting and writing...but without a gracious place to live the motivation is lacking. I could look harder for a way to resume my derelict career, but I find that hard to do without a place to call home.

Or maybe I was looking for the home improvement projects to provide an excuse NOT to work on the art and writing. They are difficult challenges to confront.



Having blamed all these external circumstances for my lack of contentment, I now have to acknowledge some thoughts from a book I have been reading recently -"Wherever You Go, There You Are" by Jon Kabat-Zinn...

"Have you ever noticed that there is no running away from anything?...The romantic notion that if it's no good over here, you have only to go over there and things will be different. If this job is no good, change jobs...if this town is no good, change towns...the underlying thinking is that the reason for your troubles is outside of you - in the location, in others, in the circumstances. Change the location, change the circumstances, and everything will fall into place; you can start over, have a new beginning."

"The trouble with this way of seeing is that it conveniently ignores the fact that you carry your head and heart, and what some would call your "karma', around with you. You cannot escape yourself, try as you might..."


It is a great chapter in a fine book.


Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Finally started another painting yesterday.


About an hour in...


As I left things - cat is pretty well wrapped up, all else is just roughed in.




I need to start setting aside some time to write every day. The small writers group I am part of is about to merge with another small group, and the time is approaching when I have to submit some work for review (I have nothing presentable at this time). There is also an invitation to submit work for an 'audition' with a more established group of commercially established writers, an opportunity I would like to take advantage of at some point. This invitation resulted from my participation in a workshop I attended with one of its members, a local novelist.

Monday, July 10, 2006


We spent the Fourth up at the ranch, and awoke on the fifth to a rare foggy morning.


Later, that evening, a five cranes glided elegantly onto the pond, and poked lazily around for things to eat.






Today, I finally got around to finishing the piece I have been working on for a couple of months. There are probably a few details I'll add or change after looking at it for a while, but essentially it is complete. Here's a photo...



If you compare to the last photo update you'll see that most of the work this final day was to put in the tablecloth, and a few details. I had to struggle some more with the road as well...it is a real challenge, and I had doubts from the beginning about such a large area in the foreground and on the left, but I guess it worked out OK. I added a little smoke of the grill, which seems to work OK. Overall, I'm not disappointed. It was risky to undertake such a complex scene for a first effort, but it really came together about as well as I hoped it might.

So the easel and canvases and brushes and tubes of paint are not yet stacked in a corner of the garage...


Monday, July 03, 2006

Another five hours today - took care of the big shuttered window in the background with the ironwork (whew, a close call on that problem...) and some more detail.



One more day should just about wrap it up. The Mexican blanket covering the table is going to take a while, but that's about all there is left. See previous post for the state before today's work.


Sunday, July 02, 2006

Managed to put in another twelve hours or so on the Merida corner street scene today and a couple of days ago. Here is the result of these two days' effort...



Compare to where I left off last week to see what was acomplished...



Two shirts. A pair of pants. Misc details. About 35 hours into it so far.


I went North across the Wyoming border to Cheyenne a couple of days ago to visit the big RV gathering where the Lazy Daze owners were celebrating the 50th anniversary of the manufacturer. Quite a loyal group, with 38 states represented, and 350 vehicles.


Andy - a very ingenious, sensitive, and pleasant fellow who lives and works on the road in semi-retirement. He bought his older rig several years ago for a small fraction of the cost of a new one. It is full of clever enhancements, including five roof-top solar panels.



It was quite an interesting and rewarding day for me, with a lot to see and learn about owning and living in this class of vehicle. I had discussions with a number of people who live in them full time, having sold their homes and jettisoned the bulk of their posessions. Their cost of living ranges from $1,000 for one single guy to $3,000 a month for two women who live full time in their slightly larger unit.


People stay connected via WiFi at camprounds and truck stops, cell phone modems on the go, and when in really remote loctions these satellite dishes.

I came away fascinated by all I had seen and heard, but still unsure about whether we should consider owning such a vehicle. I definitely got the sense that our Sprinter plans were flawed, and that long-term use trying to travel and live in it for months would not be satisfctory, thus removing the only real justification for owning one. On the other hand, if we owned the bigger RV like the ones at this gathering, it wouldn't be usable as an everyday replacement for one of our vehicles, rendering that idea impractical and hard to justify. This will require a bit of review...


Andy again with Jonna in front of Jonna and Mimi's 26.5 foot RV, which they have driven twice the length of Mexico - note the filled-in states for both US and Mexico on her door. Jonna is a retired San Francisco cop. Their US home base is an RV pad with hookups at a friend's home in Palm Springs, where there is a washer and dryer, bath, and shower in a casita and a little patio with a very nice pond and waterfall that Jonna built.


Two street-dogs - Chica and Hombre - that Jonna and Mimi adopted on the road in Mexico.


An RV belonging to two nice retired Buddhist women from Albuquerque. We had a nice chat.