No trip lasts forever. We went to the Co chapter of the Escapees’ rally in Montrose for a few days, then to the Blue Mesa membership campground near Gunnison. We experienced springtime in Colorado in both places, Gunnison being in full bloom along their main streets of apple, flowering plum, lilac and other flowering trees. The petals blew in the wind, of which there was adequate supply. On the other hand, there were days of shimmering stillness on the lake, and the bluest of skies, that only Coloradans can picture with accuracy.
We enjoyed a renewed friendship with Bill and Lesle, who bought a membership while at Blue Mesa, so we will be looking forward to meeting up with them along the circuit in the future. We also nurtured a new friendship with Anita and Herb, who landed a job with the city of Gunnison to assist in hosting at the city campground called Palisade on the west side of Gunnison. Its the job made in heaven: 10 hours a week for each, office and computer help with no cleaning or grounds maintenance. The city has landed a jewel, which it won’t take them long to discover, as Herb is a PhD in economics, extensive experience in management of public and private institutions, as well as a rancher in the best cowboy style for all of his life, and Anita a retired school teacher and mentor extraordinaire. The city can’t afford to pay them what they are worth, but they can stay in one spot for the summer for nothing but the work, and enjoy one of Colorado’s most beautiful spots. We introduced them to my sorority sister and husband, Ellie and Michael, thinking the four of them would enjoy one another’s company for the summer.
Then we came home. While gone, the rain hardly stopped, only long enough for the sun to shine all the growth from the fertile earth to reach for the skies. Knee deep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thistles, weeds, iris, tulips, sunflowers beginning, and weeds, grass gone to seed, and more weeds. I have spent the last three days on my hands and knees flooding to soften the roots, and pulling pounds and pounds of unwanted growth from the flower beds. I realized there are only three unavoidable things in life: taxes, death and bind weed. Boy that stuff hangs on, choking the life out of everything it can climb.
This morning we had a choice to make: couples club brunch and reconnection with our dearest friends, or church services at our new Living Water Unity community. David is very committed to making the financial situation of the church improve, and felt he wanted to be there in order to continue to organize that effo,t, so we went to church. David,the minister, spoke a message which touched my heart: the purpose and intent of the creation of the earth and us was, and is, the expression of love and beauty and joy of the Source of our Being. Then he showed a picture on the screen of the sea bird off the shore of New Orleans drowning in spilt oil and gasping its last breath. How did we get here??????? The challenge to be better stewards of this earth and its resources is clear. Our part as individual expressions of the Creator of Love are clear: do our part in conservation, simplification and awareness, as well as pray into consciousness the intent of cleanliness, carefulness, purity and love for the whole earth, living together in harmony and cooperation for the good of all. Taking individual responsibility for what we can do is not really so hard, now is it????
Well the weeds are almost all gone, though they will be back. Anyone know a part time gardener who would look out for my roses and few other flowers as well as root out the weeds for the summer months? I am willing to hire. We love our new coach, with its leak in the kitchen sink below the floor surface, the igniter in the diesel hot water heater, the brakes, and the mother board in the washer dryer are challenges which hopefully will be met by Thur when we are supposed to leave for a rally in Co Springs of which we are in charge. It is with the club of Suite owners, which we used to own, but was SOLD LAST WEEK!!!!!!!!!!! (hip hip hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( to quote one of my favorite cousins upon hearing of the firmed date for my second hip replacement surgery). Today we had two serious lookers at the pop up camper – one of which is supposed to show up with money tomorrow. SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!! Then all that is left is the truck – our lovely truckie – sacrificed for the motor coach life style. Miss truckie. But it was a good truck for us, and will find another grateful home. And for those of you who have named your GPSs Gertie – as many whom we have met along the way have; you can change it to a male voice with a very sexy Aussie accent, more pleasing to the ear. So now Gertie has been renamed Jake, and is allowed to speak when directions are needed.
Till next time, encourage the campgrounds to recycle, remember your reusable shopping bags when you go to the store, be conservative in you use of gasoline and oil products, love your neighbor and yourself, and write to me. I love hearing from all of you who find the time and thought to say hello. And the rest of you too!!
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