HEADER PHOTO DESCRIPTION:

HEADER PHOTO DESCRIPTION: Desert Storm
NOTE: Open post and then Single Click On first Post Photo to view an album in a more detailed, larger format...

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Visions of Sugar Plums and Treading Water In Lovely Ouray


We have been taking advantage of a mild spring by trying to finish up landscaping tasks around Mine Shack II, the ones that got shucked last summer in favor of scampering about mountains and wildflowers... and, of course, working. It cripples nowadays, landscaping. I sure do miss that disc in my lower back.
 
It has been well over two weeks since we rolled weather dice and prematurely seeded a small lawn; at 8000 feet Lovely Ouray's safe-plant date comes in June. There were a couple of close call frosts but yesterday Bobbie found two struggling blades of grass between dirt clods and straw. Yeah, I'm hoping there will be a few more... 


There are flowers, too... four hanging planters and a raised bed full. And let's not forget shrubs... Juniper, Potentilla and a Pretty-little-long-stemmy-yellow thingy; typical male, I've already forgotten her name. 


All this work in hopes of seducing one from the millions of couples whose eyes flutter, jaws drop, and heartstrings vibrate to our little Victorian Village... enough so to bid "Springfield" good riddance and make out a check to Mark E. and Bobbie D. Johnson for the privilege of joining the neighborhood. Time will tell. 




I'm tired of being cash poor at the expense of being real estate rich... especially when real estate goes on holiday. I'm crotch-sore from fence straddling... tired of pushing pause buttons on Visions of Sugar Plums that stir me awake in the midnight hour. The Universe should be ashamed of Itself, trying to teach patience to old men whose grains of sand are numbered. I am fast becoming an age sensitive impudent male-man; what better time is there for instant gratification than NOW.


And so, speaking of "fence straddling" and impudence, I must tell you that I have decided to go back to work as a Manager on Duty/Lifeguard at the Ouray Hot Springs Pool this summer. That's right, starting today, "Pool Boy... The Sequel;" at least until a house sells. Same for my Gallery Gal, Bobbie, only she is on reprieve till Memorial weekend.


Look, I've dreamt of a million "better-ways" to trade unfulfilling treadmills for Blue Highways... to trade mind numbing time clocks for new, more compelling realities. I even tried a few "will-write-for-food" ideas as you might recall... but that "grass" didn't grow any better than the seeds in my front yard. For the first (ok, maybe third or fourth) time in my life I feel like I've plateaued... that I might even have taken a step back. I'm officially, On Hold.


But I'm not blind. I look around and realize that I'm far from being alone in this Lifeboat... and that I should be thankful I'm not swimming. Glass half full, I guess if one must tread water what better place to do it than Lovely Ouray. 
Time to go to work... maybe save a life. That should count for something.
















6 comments:

  1. With the summer crowds coming to Ouray you could lucky selling the house. I'll cross fingers for you. And it can't be too bad hanging out by a hot springs. Hang on to your dream, you Can make it happen.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Mark, I feel your pain about working. This morning we opened the catering box truck to discover that someone left the spigot open on a fryer and used tortilla oil was all over everything....are you hiring at the hot springs? (Actually, I would rather be a guest at the hot springs and then go back to my full time rv at that campground for a IPA).

    ReplyDelete
  3. Gaelyn,
    thanks, I hope you are right... "lucky." It's an election year and that works in our favor. Incumbent Presidents seeking re-election will pull all the economic strings possible, until November, anyway, and spin "Recovery" into Recovered. Watch the "confidence" index go up over the summer.
    One of the biggest problems for selling a house here in Lovely Ouray is that people who wish to buy need to sell their home first (excepting the rich, of course). While the market held pretty good here... it is problematic to abysmal in other locales.
    thanks.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Back to work- at least you are in lovely Ouray- Most of us retired paople think of going back to work But at our time! and picky about what we do- saving a life could not be more worthwhile-I think it is common thought that we retired should use skills that we have been blessed to receive- I am going to work part time down the road- I still think your investment in real estate will prove wise- It is a test of patience-I travel around and see little shacks selling for a half a million- some without even a garage! give me a break! Take care in Ouray!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Walden Steve,
    I appreciate the reassurance and comforting words. Real estate is relative... over in Telluride Mine Shack would bring a cool 1.5 million in a snap (the movie star effect). We have real people in Lovely Ouray :))
    thanks

    ReplyDelete
  6. Chef Ted,
    Just found your comment in my spam catcher... sorry about that, must have been the "Chef" part...

    Thanks for sharing my treadmill pain... I comes and goes. I really shouldn't whine, things could be a lot worse and I know there are those who would gladly trade "shoes." I think it is "human" to dream of a better way to make a living. If you love your job you are lucky. I like my job here most days, but it can be stressful when the pool is crowded (like on Mother's Day) and there are toddler bobbing all over the place. Sure, you can come give me a hand :))

    ReplyDelete

If you like reading blog posts...from any blogger...consider leaving a "tip" in the form of a "comment" to the author, lest the blog might disappear from perceived lack of interest.