Fall Closing Moon
So. Excel was not my electric and gas supplier. Instead I have Intermountain Rural Electric Co-op. I like that it’s a co-op. Connexus, our electricity utility here in Andover is a co-op, too. Gas is Colorado Natural Gas. All tidied up now, but involved the usual your call is important to us, our options have changed and all available agents are busy at this moment but please remain on the line.
I’ve called six separate fence contractors and still have no call back. My first calls were last Friday. The Denver metro real estate market is in heat, money flying everywhere by wire, check, cash. Little room for new folks to get their foot in the door. I do have until December 18th or so before the dogs hit the ground in Conifer, but there has to be a fence by then. Persistence, I imagine.
My preference is to nail things down well ahead of the date necessary. This is not about responsibility or bourgeois norms, but about managing my anxiety. If I have enough time, I can deal with problems, and there are always problems. If I don’t have enough time, I find my decision making gets crossed with time pressure, sometimes that yields poor judgment. Don’t expect to see me as an EMT, emergency room doc, or policeperson. Slow and steady in these matters.
The big rug is now back again at the American Rug Laundry. They’ll spiff it up and wrap it in brown paper. It will go in that wrapping onto the Stevens Van Line truck. The last time I took it in the guy, when I picked it up, said he’d never seen a rug with so much sand. That’s the Great Anoka Sand Plain and four dogs in action.