A Week of Lasts

This is a week of lasts.

The last time I go shopping at City Market.
The last time I go to the Granby Library.
The last time I chase the neighbor's hound dog home.
The last time I tell Doug, our neighbor, to slow down ( all he does is smile and wave - he's a nice guy, just drives too fast).
The last time I stand in line at the post office.
The last time I get a cookie milkshake at the gas station.
The last time I ride my horse to Selak.
The last time I look out my window and see Skip's goats eating my Hummingbird flowers.
The last time I look out my window and see Skip's burro crawling through the fence.
The last time I chase Skip's horses/cows/goats/sheep home down the road and through Johnny Kovak's field.
The last time I get to hear Skip sing in the morning across the field.

Some of the last times are sad. Some not.

I will never have to get out of my car in minus 30 degree weather and pump gas.
I will never have to chop the ice out of the water trough with one of Mike's golf clubs because my horse has chewed through the electric cord (he is easily bored.)
I will never have to haul hay to my horses on a sled.
I will never have to buy twelve dollar light bulbs for the chicken coop so they don't die of cold.
I will never have to call Mike and tell him yes, I do have my car stuck in the same place I did yesterday.
I will never have to walk backwards to the barn because the wind is blowing at what seems like 80 miles per hour.

Most of my not-so-sad moments have to do with weather. I'm not a winter person. The first winter I was here I was charmed by the snow...and then I realized it never, ever leaves. It snows every day. Every friggin' day in the winter and this year it even snowed on June 20.

But that's okay, it's over and I know have bragging rights...not everyone can survive the Rockies with their sense of humor still intact.

I think mine is still intact.....