Well, I was telling you everywhere we were and what we were doing, but I lost track. We were in Glenwood headed for Taos, when we found out Taos had rescheduled, so we headed to Steamboat Springs to see if we could start them early, but there were still a few more days before we could do that, so we went to Yampa River State Park. That Sunday night we moved to a park right in Steamboat and met with Warren as he passed through on his way to Craig to do a job for us there because originally we didn’t have room for it in our schedule, when we found out we couldn’t start the Steamboat job early after all, so actually we had no jobs schedule for the week, so we drove down to the County Fairgrounds in Longmont so we could be near the kids while we didn’t have any jobs scheduled, and as soon as we got here, heard from the Grand Lake job (which is right up in the Steamboat Springs neighborhood) that needed some attention so it could be finished. We arranged to stay here through Saturday, drive back to Steamboat Springs on Sunday, do the Steamboat job on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, move to Grand Lake and do that job on Thursday and Friday, then head South for Creede on Saturday.
Meanwhile, arriving at Becky’s house is like coming home from college. We arrive at the door, bundles of laundry in our arms, asking if we can use the shower, and what’s for dinner. There is something that feels really good about that.
Got to attend an elementary school band concert. Tony plays the flute. Impressive for a gang of eight, nine and ten year-olds who only started their instruments this year.
