Daily Archives: April 13, 2009

We’ll start with the last and get it out of the way. When I chose my home office setup it ended up being the dining room table, where I can see the wildlife et al, take care of Zoe and check on the kitchen. There are four very hard wooden chairs at this table, and I’m not about to go off and buy a fancy office chair. So today I went and bought one chair cushion and it feels good. I know you think it’ll make me write more. Ha! It’ll make me write better.

Zoe met a Golden Retriever pup named Lily this evening, and they played a while. Luckily I met her owner, Jason, executive chef of a local restaurant. We look forward to visiting there soon.

Jim’s home late and we’re walking out to get a burger for dinner. Ciao, Dee

They come from all sorts of places. I don’t have any here yet in the past couple of weeks, but there are few people here and fewer to take on short-termer.

Making them and keeping them are different stories. When in town, it’s easy to get together. With the internet I keep in touch with people from years ago, perhaps more than if we only had snail mail.

My family moved around for new job opportunities for Dad. It is my luck that I am now in touch with friends from grade school, high school, college, cooking school and many people afterward. Neighbors, co-workers, fellow crusaders, fellow trustees, municipal committee members, and others.

I thank you all for your friendship, time and care. Being a friend is a two-way street and I hope I’ve kept up my end of the bargain.

Please allow me to retire to my best friends now, Jimmy because he’s my husband, is sweet and takes care of the other, Zoe, who will move onto my pillow unless I get upstairs now. It’s cooling off and will snow again. Park City already extended its season from today until next Sunday. Take care and have a good week. Cheers, Dee

I miss our friends. I miss our 1,028 sf where I could sit at my desk when I couldn’t sleep at night and listen to both Jim and Zoe (the dog) snoring.

Jim bought me a really neat LED desk lamp so I could work at night without traditional lights and I love it. I’m thinking of putting it up here on my “desk,” the dining table, just so that walkers/runners/bikers et al don’t see in at night. Mostly it would be for comfort.

I’m downstairs all by myself now. We’re in a lovely home but are not yet used to a routine, which includes timing and acoustics. I know the American ideal is to get the biggest home on the best lot, but for years our old place suited us.

Many wives complain about snoring or “loud breathing” while their husband is sleeping. For me, I know he’s there, alive and breathing. The dog, too, even when she poaches my side of the bed while I’m up writing!

In our home search I looked for the most habitable one, which happened to be the smallest with the best attention to detail and good appliances. In Utah I’d have been able to get a six-bedroom place down in the valley for the same amount. I wouldn’t have wanted to have or clean that amount of house so we got this, two bedrooms.

Luckily it’s only for another few months as I have two serious problems with our temporary abode: I don’t want to buy into “larger space is better”; and I miss my husband and dog.

OK, it’s 17 steps to upstairs. At over 7.000 feet above sea level (from three feet in Texas) it’s a stretch to do that a number of times a day, try it with a vacuum cleaner doing the stairs. The oxygen levels take a bit of adjustment.

It’s new, I’ll get used to it, but I don’t want to get used to the space. How separated and disconnected we are now will help me shape our dream house. It’s open and on one level. More on that later.

I still have to design everything and the kitchen, my favorite part. Cheers, Dee