Wednesday, August 04, 2010

neighborhood night out

One of the reasons that Fort Collins is such a great place to live (click on the title at the top 'neighborhood night out' for Money Magazines top 10 places in the US for 2010) is that it nurtures a sense of community. If you don't understand my directions for the link or if it doesn't work copy and paste http://money.cnn.com/magazines/moneymag/bplive/2010/snapshots/PL0827425.html


I need to give you some background before I continue. The city is arranged by subdivisions. These are small housing groups that are linked by some kind of theme. Ours is very small and the theme is simply the square configuration of the road. There is only one block of homes; only one entrance/exit, and only about 50 homes. My neighborhood growing up was a wood theme. All the street names ended in wood: Teakwood, Buttonwood, Tanglewood, Parkwood. It also had a Chinese theme because one of the first homes built there was built by Chinese immigrants with a lot of money. Their home was of distinct Chinese architecture. I lived next door and everyone in the city new how to get to my home. All I had to say was do you know where the Chinese house in Parkwood is? The front entrance to the neighborhood had a small pagoda with Parkwood written in stylized letters to look Chinese and all the street signs had a pagoda roof on top of the name. Some of the nicer neighborhoods are gated and have accompanying neighborhood accessories such as The Ponds neighborhood which has several small ponds dotted around the 150 or so homes. These neighborhodds have a Home Owners Association (HOA). Each home owner pays dues to the association for maintenance on whatever common areas the neighborhood has. Many have a clubhouse and pool. Ours has a small green area that is a water retention area for times of flooding. Our dues are $35/year. Some homes that we looked at before we bought had dues around $700. These neighborhoods are common in America, but many of my foreign readers may not be familiar with this concept. These are not suburbs; they are subdivisions. In American, a suburb is a smaller city that is virtually connected to a large city. Denver has many such as Cherry Creek, Lakewood, and Centennial. In London, Wimbledon would be considered a suburb.

Back to Fort Collins and its sense of community. The city of Fort Collins gave every neighborhood HOA a voucher to a grocery store, Safeway (we have four or five of them in town) to purchase ice cream, cups, spoons, and napkins. Last night, we hosted the Neighborhood Night Out and served said ice cream to our neighbors. I put flyers on their doors on Friday evening to let everyone know where it was being held this year. We probably had just under 20 families stop by between 18:30 and 20:30. Timothy loved having a half dozen kids running around his back yard and we loved meeting our neighbors. We knew about half that came. It was a great way to host a party because we didn't have to do anything with the inside of the house, no cleaning before and cleaning up after, we didn't have to pay for any of the food, and we didn't have to feel like people didn't like us if they didn't come because it wasn't really our party.

We have basically two generations of owners here. One generation bought their homes in the late '80's early 90's and raised their kids here. These kids are now in high school or at university. The other generation has little kids, like us. We have a few retired couples and a few couples without kids, but most everyone falls into the first two categories. It's funny because even though we have little kids, I'm the same age as most of the people with children in high school/college.

yes, the lady in red and them man in grey have birds on their shoulders

Thursday, June 10, 2010

90th birthday

striking a pose

a grin for great-gran

silly looks

giggling brothers

Happy Birthday Great-Gran. We love you!

Monday, May 24, 2010

cheryl and roger (and mr. darcey and wolfie)

Cheryl came into my life when I was 21 years old as my mentor for my teaching internship (student teaching) in Tucson, Arizona. All that I do well as a teacher, I do well because of her expert guidance and willingness to let me discover myself as a teacher. She remains my mentor and is also a dear, dear friend.

She and her charming husband Roger, along with their adorable dogs Mr. Darcey and Wolfie, came to stay with us for the weekend. They left only a few hours ago. Timothy keeps saying "Cheryl, back! Darcey, Wolfie, back! Roger, back!" I miss them too. They arrived on Friday evening. Saturday, we took them to the cabin for the night. Sunday evening we spent in Old Town. Dad took Roger for a sight-seeing flight this morning, and bing, just like that, they are gone, headed for five or six more nights of camping in their cool camper/truck as they make their way back to Tucson.

We've had so much snow so late in the year this year that this was our first trip to the cabin since last October. My parents haven't even been up there other than Dad making a couple of quick overnight stays to turn on the heat and water and make sure everything was in order. This is important only because it meant that the usually well stocked kitchen was a bit bare and it was vital that we pack enough food for our stay. Those of you who know Mom know that normally there's enough food for a small army up there. They just had the lake stocked with rainbow and I thought we might have an easy time catching fish that have been fed pellets their whole life and now were fighting each other for flies. However, I bought fish and froze it to take just to make sure. Of course, when we got up there, I discovered that I'd left the fish in the freezer at home. Paul's fishing for sport became fishing for survival in an instant. I was ready to drive up to Laramie to get food, but everyone agreed to have soup if necessary.

This trip was Paul's first opportunity to really give his new fly rod a work out. A former colleague made it for him, and he'd only used it once and briefly albeit successfully, at that. He caught three large fish, had three more almost to shore when they got off, and had several serious hits before he called it quits. I added a fourth fish to the catch, and we had a feast for dinner.

daddy's first fish of the day

the day's catch and paul's new rod. mine is neither the largest nor the smallest.

On Sunday morning, we piled into our car and went on a short safari where we enjoyed the view and saw a moose. Eagle-eyed Cheryl spotted the moose. Tim seems to think that moose are common up there, but it's rare to see them, and we were all impressed.

on safari

moose

When we drove back to the cabin, a mule deer greeted us. She'd been enjoying the salt lick behind the cabin.

mule deer

Sunday evening, we strolled around Old Town, met up with friends of Cheryl and Roger, and ate dinner at Coopersmith's. Their friends are Anton, a former student of Cheryl's and his wife Erin. I first met Anton about 12 years ago, back when Cheryl and I took our students on European tours every summer. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised, Anton or me, when we realized the connection.

Roger used to fly, and instruct, gliders. I was slow to think of it, but asked Dad to take him up this morning for a sight-seeing trip. Roger was excited. Cheryl, Timothy, the dogs, and I danced around the back yard waving as they circled the house. Cheryl loaded their truck and then left to collect Roger at my parents' house.

We hope to see them again in September. Timothy loves having house guests, as do Paul and I, so if you have some time on your hands, you have a bed here.

Friday, May 07, 2010

friends



Timothy and Luke seem to truly like each other. Tim kisses Luke, strokes his head, and soothes him when he cries; Luke follows Tim with his eyes and smiles and laughs whenever Tim comes into his line of sight. When Paul asked Tim to put his arm around Luke, Timothy placed it like it is in the photo instead of on the back of the couch.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

tummy time with big brother



Timothy seems to like Luke. He puts his pacifier/dummy back in his mouth for him, tells him 'night, night', and tells his teachers at nursery school about him. Yesterday when Luke was on the floor crying, Tim got down next to him and stroked his head until he stopped. When Luke has his floor time and tummy time, Tim often joins him as in this photo.

Friday, March 26, 2010

a typical morning



Our morning routine lately includes a considerable amount of time with Timothy drawing and coloring while I have my decaf coffee and Luke takes it all in. Tim can draw circles and likes to color a whole page with one color. He wants me to join him for at least a short period of coloring and always insists that I draw WallE and Eve. It's a nice way to start the day.

When Tim is sleepy or feeling insecure he pulls at the hair on the top of his head. He does this in his sleep giving him a permanent morning mohawk.

brothers

There are a lot more sibling arguments around our house these days, and we cherish it even if we don't love it.  We have carr...