A two-Jeep family.

We had been talking about getting a primary vehicle to supplement Cathy’s Jeep TJ, of course, but it took an incident to really kick it into high gear. Cathy had been doing so well with her Jeep, even late in the pregnancy, that it just hadn’t been a critical thing for us. One snowy day, we were headed to the midwifery for a class of some sort, and the Jeep (in 2WD) started to slide on Cathy just past (not on) a bridge. I have to say, she did everything correctly by the book far as I could tell, steering correctly into the skid, and then correcting as gently as you could ask, but still it slid, first one way and then the other, and we went into one of those inexorable 180s in which you can see exactly what’s going to happen, in super slow-mo, and simply can’t do anything to change it. We tagged the front passenger corner into the guardrail, pretty hard, and she was ticked. Now, she’s also 8 months pregnant, and we have just found out that it is not just slick outside but stupid slick, so I insisted that she stay inside and let me look at it.

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Kevin’s arrival!

My last nights in Colorado, then, were spent most appropriately, first with the Sweeneys, and then with Dave Cialone. Even with all the craziness of everything that happened during those last days, I remember thinking that Cathy did not have the benefit of the extra “goodbye” time that I did, and I do most appreciate that I got that time.

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Cathy on point, Kevin bats cleanup.

By the time Cathy left, an amazing amount had been accomplished, but there was still plenty more left to do. Comically, she felt awful about having to leave with so much left unfinished; she saw herself as saddling me with a huge burden. I didn’t see it that way, of course; she had a full task list of pretty important things herself, including the most impressive sounding task, Find Us A Front Door. (We had no plan for this, at all, when she left.) I made light of it and got her on her way, with her huge suitcase carrying her desktop computer and a few plant cuttings (in case I couldn’t manage to get the few critical house plants up there alive, after she’d arrived) in addition to the few belongings she’d have access to for the next few weeks. (And remember, she’s seven months pregnant at this point…)

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