Entries RSSIn a town as small as Creede, I wonder if the grocery store check out lady has to swear to shopper / cashier confidentiality? I’ve thought it quaint that each time I go in and buy cold medicine the bagger, stock boy, and cashier all ask how my son and I are feeling. In Boulder, they’d probably wonder if I was purchasing all that pseudophed for my Meth lab. But in Creede, they know we’ve been trading the cold and flu within our family for over a month now.
I wonder how anyone here purchases a home pregnancy test, condoms, or even Preperation H without the entire town whispering about it. And, while everyone here seems to know who I am and why I’m here, no one seems to have met Pam Houston. Case in point…
Amy, Logan, and I attended the Creede Early Learning Center fundraiser and silent auction on Saturday which was held in the Creede Community Center (found in the underground mining museum at the edge of town). At dinner, we met some girls who were actresses in the Creede theater. One of them, upon hearing that we were housesitting Pam Houston’s ranch, exclaimed, “Oh my God, is that the coolest bathroom or what?”
Pam’s bathroom is an amazing feat of tile work and imagination. A huge bay window next to a red clawfoot tub and pedastal sink make the room a work of art. The window frames the mountain view like a painting. The blue and white checkerboard tiles on the floor and the niche alcoves built into the walls show off the creativity of the designer. But the best…is the magic floor which lights up into a pattern of constellation stars at night beneath your feet.
Back to the dinner guest who says, “The floor glows in the dark!”
Someone else turns to her and says, “So, how do you know Pam?”
To which the girl responds, “Oh, I’ve never met her. I’ve just seen her bathroom.”
This brings up questions I don’t ask.
I’ll take photos of the bathroom for the next blog.
For now, I’m working and writing while stranded at the ranch. I bottomed out my Audi A4 in Bachelor Gulch and pierced the oil pan on Sunday. I thought “old pearl” was doing just great on these back roads, but I overestimated her low clearance. A guy named Hank is fixing her. I’ll catch a ride with a guy named Dex when she’s finished. Until then, I’ll live off my stash of groceries.
More from the ranch next week.
