Moving IN

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

This place inspires inspiration or at least a cataloging of the small things that happen...miracles?....all day long.  I have been up in Colorado for almost 2 weeks, the longest that I have ever been " away" from work and I have been in the new house, Kan-ne-ga, for almost a week of it.

The first night was scary.  I admit it.  It is so quiet here and so very dark.  I have no draperies yet on the bedroom windows and being a city girl, I felt very exposed.  I couldn't sleep and when I did , it was fitful.  Then Ann came to visit and that helped.  When she left on Sunday, all the nervousness was gone.

The house exceeds my expectations.  After so many years of coming up here and imagining sitting out on the porch and watching the sun rise on Pike's Peak, to actually do it requires a hard pinching to ensure its not still a dream.  The glass is great for me, not so great for the birds.  Annie heard a big thump the other morning and a small sparrow had run into the glass and broken its neck.  Once we were sure that it was dead, it was given a small burial.  The very next day it happened again.  This one saw it coming and was only stunned.  It laid there for a bit, then righted itself and rested until it could think.  It figured out that it was exposed in the open and managed to hop under a chair on the terrace.  I have a picture of it out and then when it hid, I took the picture of it under the chair mesh.  Later, I captured it hopping on and trying out its wings.  Yay!   Its fine.

Saturday morning there were these two bucks who wandered up close to the terrace before bounding off across the meadow and what Annie and I thought was a huge hawk riding the thermals turned out to be an eagle.....it soared right past us near the terrace.  I have been seeing him around for days, hungrily eyeing the dozens of hummingbirds that hang out here, I guess, or maybe the tiny chipmunks which hide in the meadow grass.  I wonder if eagles eat other birds at all.  I guess I will have to look that up.

This week is an adventure of the oddest type.  Getting moved in, figuring out how to get rid of boxes and trash.  Hey!  I conquered the dump yesterday...learned the ropes!  Sounds silly but I was very proud of myself for having done so.

I find that I resent having to leave the house for anything.  I know that will likely wear off but now I go to run and errand and dash right back,  just walking around it, sitting here or there.  I will be glad when the rest of the furniture makes it and the walls slowly fill up with a bit of art work to warm the place and make it feel totally like home.

OH and the screens,  the few flies and wasps that make it in the house die quickly.  They don't understand the concept of doors and windows and hence can't figure out how to get out once in.  Each morning I have to sweep up or vacuum up some wee dead bodies around.  Oh well,  I confess that I don't get teary eyed over them the way I did over the sparrow.

Today is to be a quiet day with only a few things to do.  A trip or two into town.  I am already counting down how many days I have left here....much to do in Houston when I return, including closing on the new townhouse there.  I am excited about that as well!