Lower Columbine
Today was an overcast day at Purgatory - there's supposed to be snow moving in, and it certainly looks like it:
That yellow speck is Ethel, heading down to the bottom of the run to walk over to the parking lot. This part of the ski hill is called Columbine - when it was named, "Columbine" still meant "mountain flower", not "seminal high-school-killing-spree".
We're going ahead with the purchase of the Love Grotto (even though my friend Damon pointed out that it might not be entirely mature, rational and self-restraining - let's face it. Damon already has a house in ski country, so maybe - just maybe - he's not acting in my best interests. As Ahnald said in "Pumping Iron" - 'Everybody is asking me for advices, but maybe I don't give them the best advices'...) - at any rate, we're getting ready to buy this place. And so far today this has involved phone calls with
* the realtor - emptying out the contents of the Owner's Closet for the previous owners
* Internet dude - this condo complex is at 9000 feet, and so we don't get regular cable or DSL internet; it has three T1 lines dedicated to internet, but our portion isn't big enough for both of us to do everything that we want to do for work (we telecommute) so he's going to come out and help us repartition it - I told him "I need more cowbell!"
* Home theater installers - we want a big screen over the fireplace, and we want surround sound, and we'd like to get wired Cat5 all over the house - no matter how fast wireless is, wired is always faster.
* Custom furniture makers - we want Murphy Desks in the living and bedrooms so that we can each keep our telecommute stuff up and out of the way when other folks rent this place to ski (I wanted a Murphy Desk over the jacuzzi, but Ethel just looked at me that way when I mentioned it. She's so mean and selfish).
Now we get more work down, after which I've got to get ready to leave for the chiropractor's office again - she worked wonders on me yesterday, and now she hands me off to Doctor Frank (that sounds sorta ominous) so he can crack my back for a while. Then Ethel and I are going to a meeting in town....
...after she gets through looking at FireplaceMantels.com, that is - see, our fireplace doesn't have a mantel. We have to have a mantel to keep the heat off of the largescreen TV (there may be some other reason, but I have no idea what it is. I'm sure that it's not to put pictures of the Ugly Baby, especially since we don't have any recent ones, not that we're bitter).
That yellow speck is Ethel, heading down to the bottom of the run to walk over to the parking lot. This part of the ski hill is called Columbine - when it was named, "Columbine" still meant "mountain flower", not "seminal high-school-killing-spree".
We're going ahead with the purchase of the Love Grotto (even though my friend Damon pointed out that it might not be entirely mature, rational and self-restraining - let's face it. Damon already has a house in ski country, so maybe - just maybe - he's not acting in my best interests. As Ahnald said in "Pumping Iron" - 'Everybody is asking me for advices, but maybe I don't give them the best advices'...) - at any rate, we're getting ready to buy this place. And so far today this has involved phone calls with
* the realtor - emptying out the contents of the Owner's Closet for the previous owners
* Internet dude - this condo complex is at 9000 feet, and so we don't get regular cable or DSL internet; it has three T1 lines dedicated to internet, but our portion isn't big enough for both of us to do everything that we want to do for work (we telecommute) so he's going to come out and help us repartition it - I told him "I need more cowbell!"
* Home theater installers - we want a big screen over the fireplace, and we want surround sound, and we'd like to get wired Cat5 all over the house - no matter how fast wireless is, wired is always faster.
* Custom furniture makers - we want Murphy Desks in the living and bedrooms so that we can each keep our telecommute stuff up and out of the way when other folks rent this place to ski (I wanted a Murphy Desk over the jacuzzi, but Ethel just looked at me that way when I mentioned it. She's so mean and selfish).
Now we get more work down, after which I've got to get ready to leave for the chiropractor's office again - she worked wonders on me yesterday, and now she hands me off to Doctor Frank (that sounds sorta ominous) so he can crack my back for a while. Then Ethel and I are going to a meeting in town....
...after she gets through looking at FireplaceMantels.com, that is - see, our fireplace doesn't have a mantel. We have to have a mantel to keep the heat off of the largescreen TV (there may be some other reason, but I have no idea what it is. I'm sure that it's not to put pictures of the Ugly Baby, especially since we don't have any recent ones, not that we're bitter).
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