Under Streetlamps

street lamp

It was his last day closing.  It was such a lovely night he opted to walk.  “I’ll meet you half way,” I replied.

I stopped at the bridge that passed over the bike trail and stream and looked over trying to glimpse ducks swimming in the moonlight.  The city stars shone overhead.  I was warm in my lavender brocade coat and handkerchief about my head.  As he approached me on the bridge he noted, “Well this feels very French.”  He embraced me and kissed me beneath the vintage looking street lamp.  We stayed there for a moment lost in the early spring evening and near each other.

We weren’t tired so we walked to the grocery to gather some fruit for the morning.  The streets were light on traffic and no one else seemed to be out as we walked in the dark hand in hand carrying our treasures home.

We so enjoy being able to walk everywhere.  We have always walked.  We walked over Parker when we lived there and now again on our return.  We walked all over Elizabeth.  We walked all around Kiowa (a pretty short walk!).  In Calhan we felt a restlessness not being able to walk anywhere.  The fences blocked our paths even though there were miles of open prairies and ranches.

Perhaps an urban farm is in our future.

The Job to Make a Dream

After our farm dream temporarily came to a halt (which ended up being a very good thing as gigantic windmills were installed across the street looming over the farm, the propane tank accidentally blew up, and the distance and dream were just not quite right…hind sight…a very good thing indeed.  Sometimes we have to be assisted out of the wrong path and placed in the right path rather forcefully) Doug dutifully went back to work as I opened the shop so that we could get back on our feet.  There were no IT jobs to be had at the time and the company that returned his call and interviewed him was at a large corporate coffee shop.  He had experience working at our local coffee shop and it seemed a perfect job for him.  However living on just a bit over minimum wage was proving to be frustrating for the work involved.  He wasn’t happy.

A few weeks ago my cousin was rounding up our old pool team to start in the spring and Doug got on the phone with one of those friends, who I believe Doug has known since birth as their dads have played cards together for some odd fifty years.  He owns an IT company.  He has been wanting Doug to work for him forever but we couldn’t get a hold of him last year and he didn’t know what had happened with us, and the timing just wasn’t right.  Doug promised his company six months.  It is now six months, his notice is in, and Doug will be working back in the field he really knows and thrives in.

He will be making a decent wage and the dream of buying our own farm (the size of said farm…urban or rural is still questionable) is back in motion…save, save, save.  I love watching this saga unfold.