The House as Puppet Master

She doesn’t look a decade older does she?

There should at least be a modicum of admiration for anyone capable of sustaining a regular blog of quality for any extended period of time. Clearly I am not one of those capable of same. These things are hard to create and even harder to technically execute it seems, or perhaps it is just I who am the unstable platform. I have watched many a partially drafted blog disappear into the computer frozen netherland, never to be seen again.

To play catch up, Jerry and I are busy packing up one house, moving to another, in preparation of traveling to Arizona to reopen yet another. This is a blessing that feels a bit like one that should have been wished for with greater caution. Nonetheless, we plow ahead trying not to mind the typical unreliability of contractor timing and the constant ka ching of the hidden register that tolls the not inconsiderable costs of all the “minor improvements” to the new abode. I might add we have spent only night in the new house. Our friends and contractors have all spent more than that. Whose house is this anyway you might ask?

Waiting for a contractor to show is a bit like the play, Waiting for Godot: “We have kept our appointment and that’s an end to that. We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?” Clearly not lines spoken from the contractor point of view, but from those waiting, and waiting…

In August I turned a decade older and am feeling the mental moss growing as we speak. Jerry and I did get over to Healdsburg to do our Segway ride in the vineyards. I had purchased this tour on Bloomspot, the discount event seller like Groupon in Arizona. All went without a hitch and we had only one other couple with us on a perfect day in the wine country. It was great fun to whip along the small country roads on our two-wheeled devices. The Segway is definitely easier to operate with repetition so we got to look a bit like seasoned pros.

Taking the long view

Our plans for the Fall are to arrive safely in Tucson for a week of reaclimating before flying to Wisconsin and Minnesota for a visit with Jerry’s son Grant and my family in Bemidji and Minneapolis. Although it will be mid-October with most of the leaves gone, we will hope for gorgeous weather so we can take advantage of being close to visit Door County Wisconsin, an area which I have always wanted to see.

A squadron of pelicans

Our hikes with the groups here are infrequent since we got ourselves all wrapped up in the new house challenges. In two weeks the Tuesday group is hiking to a famous sculptor’s studio though so I will definitely try to make that excursion as our last hurrah for 2012.

Surfers don’t trip on the fog

I always seem to lose the “good photos” when it comes time to put a blog together, so pardon the redundant themes, etc. I still do a lot with photo, but without a lot to show for it. Practice makes perfect, right?

We shall see many of you soon. The rest of you I hope will come visit us in either Tucson or next Summer at the Sea Ranch.

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2 thoughts on “The House as Puppet Master

  1. bcwheat08 says:

    She doesn’t at all. Very apt observation on contractors–act I, Scene I…
    ESTRAGON:
    Charming spot. (He turns, advances to front, halts facing auditorium.) Inspiring prospects. (He turns to Vladimir.) Let’s go.
    VLADIMIR:
    We can’t.
    ESTRAGON:
    Why not?
    VLADIMIR:
    We’re waiting for Godot.
    ESTRAGON:
    (despairingly). Ah! (Pause.) You’re sure it was here?
    VLADIMIR:
    What?
    ESTRAGON:
    That we were to wait.
    VLADIMIR:
    He said by the tree. (They look at the tree.) Do you see any others?

  2. Charli Jackson says:

    Peg, Love your blog as always. Funny :-b (but all too true) the contractors. When do we get to see house pictures?
    Miss you and look forward you your return to AZ. albeit for a short time before you two head out again. Charli

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