Sunday, July 25, 1999
Last
Monday evening we attended a Ragtime Piano Concert in a little town by the name
Niwot at the Chris Finger Piano Company.
(Great name for a piano store.)
Probably 100 people attended and this was maximum capacity. We had a wonderful view of the performer and
especially his hands and the keyboard.
These fellows were pumping ivory so fast that their hands were a blur; wonderful
music by masterful musicians. The neat
thing about the entire evening was that you could talk to all the
performers. The master of ceremony was
a dentist from Boulder, who is also a piano player, not as masterful as the
featured artists, but nevertheless an excellent pianist and composer by the
name of Jack Rummel.
This
past Saturday we explored the North
Park area. The most spectacular portion of our trip was
the Trail Ridge
Road right
through Rocky Mountain National
Park. It is truly breathtaking in every sense of
the word complete with tickle tummy sensations when looking down and the scene
about you. We picked up some lunch in
the little town of Walden and met an elderly lady in the restaurant who was
very friendly and probably one of the original owners. She told us her special joke about
Walden. “Walden is so small that the
town prostitute is still a virgin.” The
town was not all that big, but had a nice friendly atmosphere about it.
This
evening we will be catching a Shakespearean performance at Colorado University, Mary Rifkin Theatre (outdoors) to see the “Merry
Wives of Windsor”. They are really
promoting their Shakespeare performances in Boulder. This coming
Friday we will be off to Cheyenne, Wyoming, just up the road about 100 miles to catch a rodeo at
the Cheyenne Frontier Days. This is
national event with the top riders entering these rodeo events and we are
excited and looking forward to this.
Ken
is off to Winter
Park today to
explore the mountain biking trails up there.
It is about 1 ½ hours drive each way.
Also, he just got a brand new bicycle toy with the latest high tech design. Most unusual in that the front wheel is not
connected like a conventional bicycle, but is attached off to the left of the
wheel. He loves it!
My
corn is about 3 feet high and I’ve picked some lettuce, spinach and beets. And this is a result of planting the garden
from seed the second week of June.
This
past Wednesday I was given a tour of the Miller property’s trees and
shrubs. Steve Miller is a radiologist at
a local Boulder hospital and his wife, Maria, is horse trainer,
rider, etc. Steve loves trees and
planting/gardening and delights in the results of his efforts. It was a very educational tour and the notes
taken together with the books I recently bought about gardening in this area
will be beneficial in planning some new plantings of trees, shrubs, perennials
and grasses with more tolerant drought resistant specimens. It is truly a different way of gardening from
New England.
We
also have our “As the World Turns” soap opera and we seem to be in the middle
of a land feud between the woman who owns the building lot adjacent to ours and
another woman who owns probably 50 acres plus adjacent to her property. One of the delicate negotiation problems is
that the water drain that feeds our pond (half shared by Kate) is located on
Sarah’s property. We have to get
permission from Sarah to have someone go onto her property with an augur and
unplug the entry to the drain, which is grown over with weeds and preventing
the water from spilling into the pond.
We met Sarah last Thursday. I
brought over one of my creations as a friendly gesture type gift to which she
responded very warmly and gave me the traditional hug and kiss on each
cheek. Sarah is Saudi Arabian and a nice
person. We discussed the problem we were
having. She also filled us in on that
legal happening have been happening with regard to the property dispute. She has spent $150,000 in legal fees to this
point. In learning about this happening,
it seems that Kate is a real hard nose type person who can really light into a
person unmercifully. One of our delicate
situations is the fact that Kate owns the private road we use to our home. We have legal rights to use the road, but you
can see the delicate situation around us.
Also, since Maria and Kate are sisters, we want to maintain friendship
and good neighbor policy with everyone involved. We are becoming diplomats.
In
our discussion with Sarah, we found out her husband is very ill and needs a
heart transplant. He also was educated
at a Boulder university in Political Science. We believe they are and have been very
influential in politics. With all this
information uncovered, it seems that Sarah has more lawyers and money and we
don’t believe that Kate will be able to win this legal battle because of all
the intricate legalities.
Also,
it is a very different system in Boulder County when you wish to build a home. Just recently a fellow by the name of Gould
bought 40 acres of property at the beginning of the private road and plans to
build a 10,560 square foot home.
Wow! Mansion! Good for us, because this will result in an
increase of value in our property.
However, Boulder County sends to adjacent land owners
information on the home, the lighting requirements, the building requirements,
etc. If you have complaints they advise
which office to call, etc. Also, if you
have a well dug on your property, you do not own the water and must pay for
this usage of such water. We are
constantly learning.
Also,
I have just signed up for a pottery course.
This should begin August 3 and will run for 6 weeks.
Last
Thursday I met a friend at Chautauqua Park at 6:30 a.m. We left one car in that parking
lot and drove to El
Dorado Canyon (about 12 minutes drive) and left a car there and
started our hike on the Mesa Trail. It
is a 7 mile hike, some up hill but no direct ascents and finished this is 2
hours. My red corpusules are multiplying
and feeding more oxygen to the body.
Wow! When I visit Connecticut I am told I will definitely notice the difference.
Well,
this is the latest in the Colorado
tales. What’s happening in your
lives? Please let me know.
Love,
Diane
and Ken