Life of Pol

Now that things are somewhat getting settled in the new house, I'm getting settled into a regular routine again. Work had been slow going on the final Serpenteens installment, but things have picked up quite nicely. I should have the first draft finished by next week. As far as my artwork, I've been working on that also. I'm doing a piece with two longhorn rams battling it out. I'll have it on the website as soon as it's done and ready to be purchased.

It's just about six in the morning. I've been up since five. We are in the beginning stages of winter storm Selene. But that's okay, Steve's off today, so we'll have a nice day. Got the fire going, the cabin should be warmed up nicely by the time he wakes up.  It's springtime in the mountains of Colorado. 

I don't think I'll ever get used to looking at America's Mountain.

We dreamed of the time when I would retire, and we would move to Colorado. The beauty of it, the hiking, the weather, the animals . . . We wanted it, we planned for it, we focused on it, we made sure it happened. Once we were here, we focused on our next big task: to find our forever home.  With a little help from upstairs (okay, maybe a lot), we accomplished that, too. Everything should be great now, right? It should be, but it isn't. Steve works extremely long hours, and he is hardly ever home. Including the drive down the mountain (he works in the Springs), there are days when he is gone for fourteen hours, leaving me here to do what needs to be done around the house and write and what have you, but all the while-alone. Wait a second, Steve working 12-14 hours a day, me up here alone for 12-14 hours a day . . . This is how our incredible new lives in Colorado were supposed to be? A resounding no! So, a new task is at hand: getting Steve up on the mountain so we can be together m...