Winter Settling Moon
Spent an hour at Colorado Toyota Services having our Blizzaks installed. The waiting is basic, a coffee pot, stack of magazines and four chairs. While there I read a book about the daily rituals of creative people. Fascinating reading. A name, then a couple of pages about their working routines, then another name.
Over at the King Sooper the line at the pharmacy was long, unusual for a Friday morning, but not for the day after New Year’s. At the Wings Wagon I discovered a local spot that doesn’t interest me much, then went on to the hardware store. Trash compactor bags.
Drove back up Shadow Mountain Drive disappointed that the warmer temperatures today had melted the snow. Gotta give those Blizzaks a work out.
The scratch and dent washer and dryer are in their places, on pedestals, ready now for laundry. The house has all its appliances, perhaps not in their final configuration, but we’re set in the utility room, the laundry room and the kitchen.
There is, yes, still more unpacking to be done. But this after that.
The soft acts of becoming settled. Drove out today and Eduardo and Holly were in their driveway, clearing it. I waved, they waved back, cheerily. Putting on the Blizzaks. Getting my drugs at a new pharmacy. Seeing the mountains all around me as I drive home. These are homely acts, acts which in themselves create a sense of being at home.
