This gem was in an email I received this morning:
Our review on Thursday will be from 8:30 – 10:00 since I have another call than but if we run over I’ll just miss the change control call but if we don’t run over I’ll join the change control call in any case I’ll update the calendar to and send out a new meeting invite.
What a mess!
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I was planning on going to an opening at Redline last night: A New Attitude: Chen Man’s Provocative Interpretations of Contemporary Chinese Women. I showered, shaved and got dressed after dinner. Before leaving the house I turned on the local news just in time to see a report on a 104 car accident on I-25 that happened earlier in the day. The snow had started falling again and the temperature had fallen to 10°. The last thing I needed was to wreck the car on icy streets so I bagged the opening. I changed into sweats and settled in for a quiet night at home. Just me, the cat and the TV.
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Cindi called yesterday afternoon to see if I wanted to meet downtown and check out the Open Press 25th Anniversary Exhibit at the McNichol building in Civic Center Park. We decide to meet around six at the event.
I closed the laptop at 3 and dashed off to gym to get in a back and bicep workout. Once home, I made a protein shake, showered, dressed and fed the cat before jumping into the car. Traffic on Friday afternoon is always a bitch, especially heading into downtown. I parked in the north end of the Golden Triangle and walked through the plaza between the art museum and the library to get to Civic Center Park. I arrived at the McNichol building with a few minutes to spare but Cindi was running late.
Cindi had spent the day with her crew at a country club in Cherry Hills Village setting up for a sweet sixteen party. The parents were spending an outrageous amount of money on this party. A new Range Rover was delivered for the birthday girl which the mother wanted Cindi to decorate at the last minute. Cindi had her crew pin together some extra drape to throw over the SUV while she made a bow from the ribbon in her emergency kit. With mission accomplished and check in hand, Cindi hightailed it downtown arriving a little after six.
I thought the print show was pretty remarkable. It included some of the well-known heavy hitters (Stephen Batura, Dale Chisman, Mark Dickson, Homare Ikeda, Mary Mackey, Tony Ortega, Bill Stockman and Sharon Strasburg) of the local art scene. I was surprised to see a Mark Friday silk screen that I have hanging in my living room at the show. Cindi knew most of the people in attendance and made introductions. I ran into Billy, a freelance art consultant I met at the gym. Of course, Cindi knew him too.
We spent about an hour at show before I walked Cindi across the park to her car. Cindi sped off the meet up with Joe for dinner on the west side of town. I walked over to the art museum to check out the Untitled Final Friday program. I spent about an hour and half at the museum before calling it night.
The temperature had dropped from almost sixty to the low thirties in a few hours. I got home and threw on a pair of yoga pants and an old grey super soft cashmere sweater complete with a few moth holes. It’s my go to piece of comfort clothing even though I should toss it in the trash. I made a smoked turkey sandwich and heated up bowl of leftover rosemary white bean soup for a late dinner. I curled up on the chaise in the family room and watched Scandal on demand before heading off to bed. I felt recharged and refreshed. Getting out of the house and looking at art was a great way to start the weekend.
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Sheila invited me to a preliminary meeting with a landscape architectural firm she has hired to revamp their yard. Part of the plan includes a new fence which separates our yards. We’ve been repairing the existing fence for the last few years hoping to extend its life. The time has come to replace the fence which has started to look rather sad. Tom and Sheila are in a better financial position now that new tenants are moving into their office building. They’ve pulled the trigger on updating the landscape. I would prefer to wait a bit longer since it seems like I’m constantly dealing with outbound cash flow. The new fence comes on the cusp of spending thousands for the new roof and the upcoming tax bill.
The meeting went well. Sheila has some great ideas for a really cool fence. The designer expects the fence to cost at least $100 per linear foot. Yikes! The current fence between the yards is ninety-six feet long. Do the math. It’s a lot of money. The fence will be a good investment and will add a certain panache to the back yard. I will have three different fence styles unless I spend the extra money to replace the existing north and south fences. Keeping the existing north and south fences could make the yard look like a dog’s breakfast when the new fence is installed. The new fence endeavor could turn into a major expense that I was not planning on incurring this year.
The good thing is that I can raid my savings account for the new fence without touching my emergency fund. The bad thing is I’ve haven’t been able to replenish my savings after buying K out of the house. I’ve always been a saver so I get anxious when funds keep flying out the door. I guess I have to get used to it.
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I’m still living in a construction zone. The project across the street to the south is three months behind schedule. It’s only a 500 sq. ft. addition but something went terribly wrong while the owners were on vacation in Europe. The husband, a lawyer, told me the project narrowly avoided litigation over engineering and construction issues. The bricks have been torn off the exterior, the windows have been removed and the interior walls have been gutted to the studs. Yesterday, there were six trucks and two trailers parked on the street for most of the day.
A new remodeling project just started mid-block. A woman bought the house a year ago and never moved in. She found a house she liked better so she relisted the house on my street. The new owners are remodeling three bathrooms and the kitchen. Five or six trucks are in front of the house during the week.
Surveyors have been at the house across the street to the east which is finally under contract after languishing on the market for many months. I’m guessing the house is either going to be scrapped or a major remodeling project is being planned.
The neighborhood looks like a used truck dealership on most days. At least there isn’t any construction activity on the weekends.
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I turned fifty-seven yesterday. I didn’t have any plans so I made the day up as it happened. I’m not one of those people who announce their birthday weeks in advance to friends so that a celebration is planned. I never had birthday parties as a child so I never expect them as an adult. I was surprised when my father called me last night to wish me a happy birthday. He has never called me on my birthday. It was the best gift he could have given me.
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Cindi and Joe just got back from a week in Reykjavik. Cindi, flush with cash from renting her warehouse to a marijuana cultivation company, fled the country. She has a habit of hopping on a plane when she has a few extra dollars. Cindi came back to news that a bobcat had killed seven dogs in her canyon. She has to keep her shoe destroying pooch in the house until the bobcat is trapped and moved elsewhere. We’ve made tentative plans to get together this weekend but sometime trying to meet up with Cindi is like herding cats.
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