
Pumpkins a-plenty!
UPDATE: The one up on the box is Jim’s. The one on the ground is mine. Fun, regardless.
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Pumpkins a-plenty! UPDATE: The one up on the box is Jim’s. The one on the ground is mine. Fun, regardless. this post enabled by airblogging.com….

Pumpkins a-plenty!
UPDATE: The one up on the box is Jim’s. The one on the ground is mine. Fun, regardless.
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Remarkably, Katherine’s kitty costume from last year still fits. So … UPDATE: Katherine was able to go around trick-or-treating with her friend, Lauren. A remarkably clement evening — cool but…

Remarkably, Katherine’s kitty costume from last year still fits. So …
UPDATE: Katherine was able to go around trick-or-treating with her friend, Lauren. A remarkably clement evening — cool but clear, with no snow or rain. Nice. Katherine’s biggest complaint was that her candy-gathering pumpkin was getting too heavy …
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So … how did the Diocesan Convention go? Well, first off, bear in mind that 90% of any of these sorts of gatherings are deadly dull. Addresses. Reports. Presentations. Reports…
So … how did the Diocesan Convention go?
Well, first off, bear in mind that 90% of any of these sorts of gatherings are deadly dull. Addresses. Reports. Presentations. Reports on Reports. Awards. Reports of the Committee Reporting on Addresses Regarding Reports. Real “kill me now” moments, stretching into hours (and many cups of Lemon Zinger tea from the back of the room).
Another 5% of the time, in something like this, is actually inspiring. Occasional prayers, in particular at the beginning, middle, and end of each session — we were there for a reason beyond bureaucratic, after all. And there was a good deal of singing. That was an effective way of getting things moving, transitioning between activities, getting bodies in motion, substituting for “get up and stretch” exercises. There was a good band and the Episcopal hymnal has some great tunes in it. For all that there may have been division over various things at the Convention, the music we could all join together in wholeheartedly.
And then there’s the juicy bits, of course. The remaining 5%. The politics, the disputes, the apoplectic diatribe sorts of moments that sell newspapers — and this convention was noteworthy for the one we had and for the one we didn’t have.
The Web of Arachnos is the first of a proposed trilogy of novels set in the City of Heroes universe. Written by Robert Weinberg, it details the entangled origin of…

The Web of Arachnos is the first of a proposed trilogy of novels set in the City of Heroes universe. Written by Robert Weinberg, it details the entangled origin of both Statesman and Lord Recluse, and the beginning steps of moving Prohibition Era Paragon City from a hotbed of crime and corruption to the gleaming metropolis we “see” today.
For CoH/CoV players, there’s a certain charm in learning some of this backstory, as well as more about Nemesis, some of the early heroes of Paragon (previously only hinted at in various plaques and statues about the city), and other geeky goodness like that. Aside from that, though, this is ultra-lightweight fluff. Though Weinberg occasionally tries to play on Doc Savage/Avenger/Shadow-style pulp conventions, it’s never maintained for long enough to actually impart some flavor to the tale.
Instead we get a bunch of stock characters moved through inevitable, predictable, uninvolving motions — the plucky girl reporter, the hardened Great War veteran, the “band of brothers,” the cunning inventor, the venal city officers, the gangsters, the megalomaniac villain, a ho-hum romance … Only bits of the tale sparkle, usually involving backup characters — a trio of sisters, for example, and a few of the fellow founders of the Freedom Phalanx.
Any of our gaming friends in the area who wants to borrow my copy is more than welcome to do so. It’s certainly better than reading the newspaper or office memos, or being poked in the eye with a sharp stick. But it’s not something I’d recommend to anyone other than someone who plays the games the novel is based on.
The B&B we stayed at in Grand Junction was actually in the adjoining community of Palisade — Hubert’s Place. It was a fine experience I wouldn’t mind repeating. Unlike a…

The B&B we stayed at in Grand Junction was actually in the adjoining community of Palisade — Hubert’s Place. It was a fine experience I wouldn’t mind repeating.
Unlike a lot of B&B’s (a fancy room in a large house, breakfast served in the kitchen/dining room, some sort of common area to hang in), Hubert’s place differs in two important details:
Basically, then, it’s like renting a house, rather than staying at an inn. So, my thoughts (starting with the down side, since I think the up side more than compensates):
The bad:
The good:
If we visit the Grand Junction area again, I can definitely see staying at Hubert’s Place again. If you visit, you could do far, far worse than doing so, too.
We ate out twice in Grand Junction (one night we just barbecued some steaks, etc., which was equally pleasant). Both times were at Italian restaurants — with two different, yet…
We ate out twice in Grand Junction (one night we just barbecued some steaks, etc., which was equally pleasant). Both times were at Italian restaurants — with two different, yet similar, results.
Pantuso’s Ristorante is up near the airport, on Horizon, just below I-70. It’s ostensibly the oldest Italian restaurant in Grand Junction.
The food was fabulous. Everything was extraordinarily tasty, the portions were large, and I was sorely disappointed that my leftover lasagna got consumed by someone else for lunch. It was some of the best Italian food I’ve ever tasted.
Which was the only bright point of the evening, which saw us walking in the door, on a Thursday, at 6:15 p.m., and finally leaving at 9:15 p.m. In short, the service was wretched. Not evil or nasty or rude — just disorganized to the point of being almost comical.
The restaurant is relatively small. The main dining room seats around 40 or so, I think. There’s also a private dining room toward the front, too. And the staff was sorely impacted by both the private dining room having a large group in it plus another group of 16 or so with a bunch of tables pulled together as well.
So when we were told that a table would be free for us in 30 minutes, and it turned into an hour, and the two ladies at the front counter seemed confused as to who we were when we’d poke our heads out from the bar to ask about what was up … that was just the first sign.
Well, getting two big mistakes on our drink orders (olive vs twist in the martini, salt vs sugar in a Scotch Old Fashioned) was probably the first sign.
We got seated.
We waited.
Took … forevah.
Orders took forevah.
Wine service took forevah.
Food arrival took forevah.
Check took forevah.
We’d request something (more butter, for example) from the waiter on the rare occasions he came by. The lead lady at the front desk would come by, and we’d ask for the same stuff. The bus boy came by frequently, and we’d ask stuff of him, too.
The bus boy did great. He kept our water filled, our plates removed, and he actually followed up on requests. I wish we could have tipped just him. Or maybe the musician, too — live music on a Thursday night was nice, and the overall ambience was quite pleasant.
I had seriously entertained thoughts of having dessert, even though I hadn’t finished my beloved lasagna. They evidently make a faboo tiramisu. But as the forevah stuff continued, I realized it wasn’t worth another 30-45 minutes of my life.
When we were finally leaving — then we got apologies and inquiries as to how it went, etc. I was scrupulously honest in saying that the food was wonderful. Which it was.
It may be that, on a Thursday, the “A” team wasn’t on the line. And it may be that having two very large groups (with another one evidently taking over the bar, adding to the mix) just overwhelmed them. But … the quality of the food was just barely enough to make me want to try the place again, despite three hours of frustratingly confused neglect.
(They evidently also have another restaurant in Denver (Aurora). We may try it.)
Dolce Vita in Grand Junction is located downtown, on Main Street, tucked back into a building in a small shopping arcade.
Food was quite good — not quite as amazing as Pantuso’s, but absolutely nothing to complain about. We had a variety of dishes, of various complexity, and all enjoyed them. Kitten even dug into a plate of gnocchi with Gorgonzola sauce that was quite yummy. Serving sizes were adequate — nothing to take home, but no sense that we’d been shorted. Prices were quite reasonable.
The ambience was nothing special to write home about — 70s fern bar chic with Italian paintings overlaid — but it wasn’t bad.
The service was attentive and friendly. The place was very kid-friendly — no individual kid’s menu, but they offered up half-servings of anything, plus offered to do a simple spaghetti with marinara. The staff came over and checked on us a number of times, and focused a lot on how Kitten was doing (just fine, albeit eager to dip into her Halloween candy from the Main St. festivities).
We got there at 6:15p or so on a Saturday evening, and the place was just beginning to fill up; by the time we left, it was full up, so make reservations. Well worth it, and definitely a place I’ll patronize again if my travels bring me to downtown Grand Junction again. I wouldn’t make it a destination restaurant, but it definitely added to our trip’s pleasure.
I’ve updated most of the moblogged entries below with a bit more explanatory text. Things to still write about: 1. The convention. 2. The B&B. 3. The restaurants. We’ll see…
I’ve updated most of the moblogged entries below with a bit more explanatory text. Things to still write about:
1. The convention.
2. The B&B.
3. The restaurants.
We’ll see how that goes today, since obviously I have a lot of, well, work to get caught up on …
Carvin’ Time. UPDATE: After we got back and unpacked and settled from the Grand Junction trip, Katherine cajoled us into pumpkin carving (“Oh, twist my arm, honey!”). First Mor-far and…

Carvin’ Time.
UPDATE: After we got back and unpacked and settled from the Grand Junction trip, Katherine cajoled us into pumpkin carving (“Oh, twist my arm, honey!”). First Mor-far and her, then me and her. The “her” part consisted mostly of the cajoling, desultory picking out of seeds for drying, and playing with carving the little shell bits from the pumpkin. She got the men-folk to do the real work, which, I suppose, is not surprising.
Jim’s pumpkin looks great. Mine is adequate. That’s both my assessment and Kitten’s (reinforced by her several times, I note).
We already had a pumpkin purchased (by me, the same day that Margie told Katherine that it was “too early” to buy one). Somehow, while I was at Convention, Margie and Katherine purchased two more while in Grand Junction, which meant they had to be transported all the way back home, which is just as crazy as it sounds, but, hey, it made for extra pumpkins.
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Hmmmm. Snowy weather coming home. UPDATE: As we travelled higher, through Vail and upward, the rain turned to slush turned to snow. The pavement started showing snow along the edges,…

Hmmmm. Snowy weather coming home.
UPDATE: As we travelled higher, through Vail and upward, the rain turned to slush turned to snow. The pavement started showing snow along the edges, and then between the lanes, and then …
Well, not thirty seconds after I shot this, as we passed over the top of the pass and began down, we had snow between the “ruts,” we had traffic coming to a braking stop-and-go, we had at least one car ahead of us spin out in slow motion and into the center area (which, mercifully, at that point was just a low depression, not a drop-off), and we were doing a bit of skidding, too …
Jim was driving this leg, and I was both deeply regretful for the inadvertent imposition (which he handled with aplomb) and guiltily grateful that it wasn’t me behind the wheel, since I hate that kind of driving.
It lasted for several hours about twenty minutes, until we had lost enough altitude (in a controlled fashion) for the road to go back to just dark and wet, not snowy, and things picked up again, and I was able to abandon my riffling through the AAA guide for hotels in Frisco. Never got that bad again on the trip, even up at Eisenhower. By the time we swung onto 470, everything was dry (if still overcast).
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Along I-70 east of Glenwood Springs. UPDATE: It had been raining in Grand Junction since the top of the page off and on for a couple of days, and pretty…

Along I-70 east of Glenwood Springs.
UPDATE: It had been raining in Grand Junction since the top of the page off and on for a couple of days, and pretty steadily from Saturday night after we got back from dinner. By this part of the trip the rain had let up a little, the pavement was wet, and the clouds were low over the mountains we were passing. We could see a dusting of snow on them, which was quite pretty, if not (yet) ominous …
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Katherine skips her way down Main St., Grand Junction. UPDATE: Since this was such a “grown up” weekend, Margie did some research and discovered that Grand Junction has one of…

Katherine skips her way down Main St., Grand Junction.
UPDATE: Since this was such a “grown up” weekend, Margie did some research and discovered that Grand Junction has one of those downtown Halloween celebrations on their Main Street. So she brought along Kitten’s Princess Aurora outfit, and Katherine got to go trick-or-treating amongs the couple of dozen stores along the street, ultimately scoring some 28 pieces of candy, a self-decorated cookie, and a coupon for a latte. We scored dinner reservations at a nice Italian restaurant …
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’nuff said. UPDATE: One of the cool things about the Grand Valley is that it’s highly scenic, with vinyards (or fruit trees) in the foreground, and grand mesas and rocky…

’nuff said.
UPDATE: One of the cool things about the Grand Valley is that it’s highly scenic, with vinyards (or fruit trees) in the foreground, and grand mesas and rocky formations in the background. Spiffy.
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Sipping and scenery at Grand River Vineyards. UPDATE: On Saturday, post-Convention, we hit a few of the various wineries in Palisades, just east of Grand Junction. Conclusion: Decent blushes and…

Sipping and scenery at Grand River Vineyards.
UPDATE: On Saturday, post-Convention, we hit a few of the various wineries in Palisades, just east of Grand Junction. Conclusion: Decent blushes and whites, splendid Merlots, mediocre Cabs, lots of fruit wines, some nice dessert wines.
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Just to give an idea … UPDATE: The total attendance at the 118th Diocesan Convention of the Episcopal Diocese of Colorado was estimated as several hundred. More on the various…

Just to give an idea …
UPDATE: The total attendance at the 118th Diocesan Convention of the Episcopal Diocese of Colorado was estimated as several hundred. More on the various melodramas, politicking, journalistic gaffes, and some actually nifty stuff that happened later.
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They’re almost done with redoing the deck waterproofing. UPDATE: Upon returning home Sunday, they’ve completed the top of the deck, along with all the redwood fascia/trim, the cutting off of…

They’re almost done with redoing the deck waterproofing.
UPDATE: Upon returning home Sunday, they’ve completed the top of the deck, along with all the redwood fascia/trim, the cutting off of the corners, etc. Now for the railing …
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Happy Birthday to Margie! We did up gifts last night for her. She got numerous pretty clothes from her folks. From me she got an electric turkey fryer and two…
Happy Birthday to Margie!
We did up gifts last night for her. She got numerous pretty clothes from her folks. From me she got an electric turkey fryer and two sets of flannel sheets — the latter being a sign of how much I really love her (she very much likes flannel sheets, whereas I tend to sleep warmer than she does, and usually don’t need them).
Katherine orchestrated decorating an apple cake this morning and leading everyone in song.
“And many moooooooore …”
I would do something more elaborate, plus picture, but I’m not posting from my regular PC.
In case you haven’t heard yet, Sunday we change back to Standard Time. Which will be nice to have an extra hour whilst away, even if I find the whole…
In case you haven’t heard yet, Sunday we change back to Standard Time. Which will be nice to have an extra hour whilst away, even if I find the whole DST thing silly.
Why, yes, he is disassembling the deck. And thereby hangs a tale … So after several days of interesting progress on the deck, the workers were absent for three or…

Why, yes, he is disassembling the deck. And thereby hangs a tale …
So after several days of interesting progress on the deck, the workers were absent for three or four days. I was going to call today if they weren’t here, but … well, here they are.
They’re pouring the piers to support the deck, which is nice, but …
Okay, it turns out that the city inspector came out before they coudl pour the concrete, to certify that the holes were deep enough (36″, with rebar). While here, the inspector noticed that the interior joists were Douglas fir. “But we require that they be non-porous, treated wood.”
Except, of course, that the fir joists were noted clearly in the blueprints, which the city had accepted without redlining. And, in fact, the codes the city uses don’t require it, either.
Tough noogies, the inspector noted.
The final compromise was that they have to put a tar-vinyl tape on the top surface of the joists (just visible in the picture). Which redoing all the top surface planks.
*sigh*
For what it’s worth, I’d seen that, and been a little worried about it myself. So I’m not entirely sorry to see it happen. But it’s kind of annoying the way it happened …
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See you soon! That’s my mom on the right, for those who don’t know her….

See you soon!
That’s my mom on the right, for those who don’t know her.