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Wonders Never Cease

After spending two days in Oregon the package arrived in Colorado Friday evening.  I checked my email when I got home from touring the gallery openings.  I received a FedEx email advising the package would be delivered on Monday between 9:40 a.m. and 1:40 p.m.  Another email arrived on Saturday morning which stated the package would be delivered on Saturday between 10:30 a.m. and 2:30 p.m.  The package arrived at 1:30 p.m.  Wonders never cease.

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FedEx Fiascos

I placed an online order last Friday.  The package was shipped by the vendor via FedEx.  The package left Los Angeles on Friday and arrived in Memphis on Saturday morning.  I received notification from FedEx the package would be delivered on Tuesday by 8 p.m.  The package arrived at the FedEx Denver sort facility on Saturday evening.  The FedEx tracking website showed the package would arrive early.  It would now be delivered on Monday by 8 p.m.  Monday came and went.  The package was now sitting in the FedEx hub in Henderson, CO, just outside Denver.  The package was not delivered on Tuesday.  Wednesday morning the FedEx tracking site showed the package would be delayed.  Late Wednesday afternoon the package arrived in Portland, OR, 1,200 miles from Denver. WTF.  Instead of delivering the package to me, FedEx sent it to Portland.  I called FedEx and opened a case.  The agent could not explain why the package was in Portland, instead of being delivered.  I was assured the issue would be investigated.  I’m waiting for the agent to update me.

I ordered another item online in January which was shipped via FedEx.  The package sat in the FedEx Denver hub for two days before I received an email from FedEx advising the package was delivered.  The email included a picture showing the package on a porch.  Sadly, the porch was not my house.  FedEx was less than helpful.  They didn’t know where the package was delivered.  I was eventually told to file a claim with the vendor.  I filed a claim with the vendor and received a refund.

What the hell is going on with FedEx?  Is anyone else having issues with FedEx?  I never have these issues with Amazon.

Update – Last night, I received an email from FedEx advising the package would be delivered on Thursday between 11 a.m. and 3 p.m.  This morning I received an email from FedEx advising the package would be delayed.  The package will now be delivered on Friday between 10:40 a.m. and 2:40 p.m.  The FedEx tracking site shows the package is now in Troutdale, OR.

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Lunch or Dinner?

In recent weeks, my life has been defined by lunch and dinner engagements.  Not one of them being a date with a guy.  My time in Santa Fe revolved around intimate meals with friends at the usual Santa Fe haunts. Breakfast at Counter Culture, lunch over margaritas at La Choza, dinners at Gabriel’s and Midtown Bistro.  I had dinner with friends in Boulder on Monday night and lunch with Double A on Tuesday at the Bagel Deli.  I’m having dinner next week with a former neighbor and friend.

I’ve also been reading my neighbor’s new book.  It’s a historical-fiction tale centering around the early teen years of Mozart’s life.  He asked me for feedback before it’s published.  We’ll meet next week to review my suggestions.  Cindi has also written a book and has been agonizing over edits.  She has two publishers who have expressed preliminary interest in her book.  I’ll probably also provide feedback on her book. 

Some things remain constant such as the gym and working in the garden.  Gardening has been challenging since we’re having above average snowfall this winter.  It’s Friday so I’ll be hitting the gallery openings with JP tonight.

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Two Fingers of Scotch

After spending almost a week in Santa Fe for P’s celebration of life, I returned home to news of Mister G’s death.  G had been in declining death for a number of years and I knew the end of was near before I left for Santa Fe.

I met G at a neighbor’s summer garden party about ten years ago.  He was about to turn 70.  He didn’t come out until his children were married.  G was from one of the Denver old-money families.  He knew all the local oil heiresses and their secrets.  G was often the plus one at black-tie events for the divorced heiresses.  He was always entertaining.  At parties, one could always find G siting in chair with two fingers of Scotch neat in a tumbler holding court.  He was a master at storytelling and his tales were always most interesting.  That was part of his charm. 

G will be missed.  I’ll be meeting up with Sheila and Tom to have a final toast to G.  Top-shelf Scotch neat will be enjoyed.

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My Pimp Called…

My pimp from the New York consulting company called last week wanting to whore me out on a new gig.  The main office is based in Ireland, but they wanted remote workers.  After listening to the job requirement, I asked the guy if he read my resume recently.  I don’t have most of the qualifications need for the position, so I passed on the opportunity.  At this point in my life I’m not interested in learning new skills.  I’m enjoying retirement so I’m not taking a gig just to get a paycheck.  A new gig will really need to be something I’m interested in.

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Friends Missing A Friend

I made a quick trip to Santa Fe to spend a few days with Mister D.  After I arrived, we had a leisurely lunch on the plaza followed by a little retail therapy.  Natalia came over for a glass of wine when we got back to the house.  We talked for a few hours often tearing up when remembering Mister P.  That evening, Cindi came over and cooked a delicious dinner featuring halibut caught on her cousin’s Alaskan fishing boat when she was part of an all-female crew last summer.  We spent hours after dinner sitting at the dining room table talking and reminiscing.  The next morning, D and I met Mister P’s ex-wife and her wife for breakfast at Counter Culture.  More conversation and reminiscing followed breakfast.  After breakfast, we picked up a few things needed for Mister P’s celebration of life before heading out to the wealth manager’s house in the desert.  She’s hired an LA interior designer to revamp her house and wanted our opinion on paint colors.  Her partner, the heiress, was printing photographs in town.  She was recently picked up by a gallery in New Hope, PA and had sold five photos.  The gallery was asking for additional stock given the popularity of her work.  Plans were made for the ladies to come over for salad and pizza that night.  Dinner was leisurely and once again followed by conversation and reminiscing. 

I drove home the next morning.  It was a warm sunny day.  The northeast New Mexican landscape was stunningly beautiful.  The newly paved highway dissected the parchment colored native high-plains desert grasses with strips of dark black.  Specks of dark green evergreens dotted the land.  The distant mountains were purple in hue beneath a cloudless light blue sky.  It was as if nature was comforting me after an emotional visit with friends missing a friend.

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Stage 1

Stage 1.  No chemo required. The best possible outcome when given a colon cancer diagnosis. While relieved, I’m sad given Mister P died on the day I had surgery.  It all seems bittersweet.  An unstated exchange of one life for another.

I’ll need to see my surgeon every three months along with CT scans every six months plus a yearly colonoscopy.  A small price to pay for another chance at life.

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Lifting the Mood

In recent times, my life has been somewhat of a downer.  Shall we lift the mood a bit with a few of my favorite selections from gallery shows I attended in the last few weeks?

Rob Melor, The Sculptor Visits, acrylic on canvas over panel, 64 x 48, Walker Fine Art.

Lola Montejo, A Balance Between Yesterday and Today, oil on canvas, 42 x 52, William Havu Gallery.

Rielly Marques, M.A. & A.N., acrylic on canvas, Center For Visual Art (CVA) – Metropolitan State University of Denver.

Pamela Gilmor Hake, Defining Marks, acrylic paint and acrylic ink on canvas, 24 x 20, Sync Gallery.

Chris Hudson, Lemon – Aid, acrylic on canvas, 54 x 54, Core New Art Space.

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Are You Kidding Me?

Yesterday I received a notification from the Colorado State Health department advising I may have been exposed to Covid on Monday or Tuesday.  Monday I was at home all day as I had to fast and prep for surgery.  Double A drove me to the hospital on Tuesday.  Double A is not sick which means I was exposed to Covid at the hospital.  I had surgery, lost a friend and was exposed to Covid all in one day.  I was release from the hospital on Wednesday afternoon.  I’ve been sequestered at home ever since.  The only other person I’ve seen was my neighbor, Sheila, who dropped off pastries from Rebel Bread.

I have no symptoms so far.  I’ll take a Covid test in the next day to two.  Looks like a few more days of binging Netflix and Prime.

I hope everyone has a happy holiday season and a much improved 2023.

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He Will Be Missed

Mister P died on Tuesday two hours after getting home ending a 30-year relationship.  Mister D is devasted but is holding up.  I wish I could be there to take care of him.  Mister D took care of me when my partner died in 1988.  I stayed at his house for almost a week.

The women have taken charge of things.  They have cancelled all of P’s subscription services and notified social security of his death.  The wealth manager is reviewing P’s financial holdings and will offer suggestions on needed actions.  Cindi is helping with planning P’s celebrations of life which is a good fit given her many years of owning a special event décor company.  Mister P loved a good martini so they will be served at the celebration.  Cindi is also securing the bartender for the event which will be held in January. P’s family is in South Africa so it is doubtful they will travel to Santa Fe for the celebration.

I had two-hour call with D on Wednesday night.  It was a good call.  D talked and I mostly listened.  It was what D needed to do.

The guys were just starting to plan the final part of their lives.  It was only four months from retirement to death. 

I am so sad.  P was always the life of the party.  I will miss him. 

Mister P is on the left, Mister D is on the right. I think this was taken at the Human Rights Campaign dinner in Dallas in the late 80’s.


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