Well, I’ve got the snow tires in the back of the truck.
It’s that time again – take the truck to Les Schwab and let them swap out the tires. It’s late in October. Snow will fall – it always does. It does every year. I don’t know how much will fall in town, but we’ll be driving up the mountain to ski, so we need the snow tires.
I sort of think of it as a privilege to swap out to snow tires. I never had to worry about this in Alabama, Texas or Arizona 🙂
Ethel got her new ski boots, and brought home the skis and boots from the mountain, so that we can get the heaters out of the old boots, and get the bindings set with the new ones. This is a longer story arc than the semiannual change of tires – Ethel’s had the same boots since at least 2014. I’ve had mine since Christmas of 2014; I understand that there’s new tech out there, but – doggone it! – it’s hard for me to move on from boots that have served me that well. It’s that animism again.
It’s another gray day – and it may stay this way until spring. Whitefish gets 151 “sunny” days per year, according to Sperling; Durango gets 266, and Pagosa Springs get 287. Here’s a kicker – Tucson only gets 286. Pagosa Springs gets one more sunny day per year than Tucson. I didn’t know THAT 🙂
Ethel keeps looking at the house on Capitan. I keep telling her to buy it, if she wants to do so. The problem is convenience. Here in Whitefish, we are:
- Less than a mile from the two grocery stores
- 1.1 miles to the gym – and lap pool
- 2 miles to the Whitefish AA group
- 3 miles to church
- 9 miles to the ski hill – where we have reserved parking, a locker, ski valet, and reserved first tracks
- 11 miles to Costco
Those are some pretty big conveniences. In Pagosa, at the Capitan house, it’s more like
- 3.6 miles to City Market
- 3.4 miles to the gym and pool
- 7.2 miles (15 minutes) to the Alano Club, where most of the meetings are
- 4 miles to church
- 31 miles (41 minutes) to Wolf Creek, where we have no parking, no locker (yet), no valet, and no first tracks
- 216 miles to Costco 🙂
So we’re living with the handcuffs of convenience. How to give up those conveniences?
I suspect that we might not. And that might be reasonable.
But then, somebody, I’ll look back at my life and say that I traded grandeur – mountains, deserts, sunshine – for convenience.
And maybe I’ll be okay with that 🙂