Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Ringing Doorbells


Jon and I stopped by Obama headquarters in Ridgway today and volunteered to ring doorbells in Ouray on Thursday. Jon is a persuasive and friendly person-- I'm not, but I figure I can carry the clip board.

We ran into a dear and loopy former neighbor at City Market about a week ago. She was carrying a clipboard with her grocery list on it. She told us, "With a clipboard, you can get in anywhere." We'll see. She's an astrologist and her husband is hard core, hard core anything. He shot all the porcupines on our mesa.

This is the house of our survivalist at the end of the road. He's got no doorbell. He's got no windows either, even though this green house looks out on at least 3 14,000 ft. peaks. On the other side that faces the road there are two small windows, totally covered by shutters, that look more like gun ports.

Saw two more loads of bear poop on our land today, as well as a very nice paw print, but in deference to those who don't find those pictures appealing, I'll just keep them on file!

We've been practicing, "Ding Dong" "Hi, I'm "

Wish us luck on Thursday!

10 comments:

Namowal said...

Best of luck.
Are you going to bring Molly along?

A Wanderer said...

Good luck, and thanks for sparing me more bear poo imagery!

A Wanderer said...

Also, on Halloween?
Candy is definitely recommended.
I tend to lay off it myself, but most people love the stuff.

Linda said...

The house in your photo is one of the scariest things I've ever seen.

You are brave. A couple weeks ago you're riding with a buffalo herd; and now you're knocking on doors on Halloween. You're really lucky you have a friendly husband, being that you're so surly and bad tempered!

p.s. I love your former neighbor's comment about clipboards.

Mean Jean said...

I admire you for knocking on doors. And I agree about the spooky house. Please tell me he lives alone.

stray g said...

It is wonderful you are campaigning! Really creepy house with no windows. On TV shows the detectives always get in with a clipboard.

Fearless Freep said...

Hope your survivalist neighbor isn't reading Al Gore's book.

Anonymous said...

hard core anything? I'm learning all about the tissue and texture of the West from your blog. hope the porcupines had clipboards to get into heaven. how does the survivalist see the approaching enemy? surveillance cameras of some sort? a life without natural light--he has taken himself to the woodshed---

Sally said...

Namowal, we think we'll leave Molly behind. The survivalist lives alone when he's in Colorado but is married in San Diego, where he spends winters, building fast food interiors.

I have to be careful what I write about some of these people because you never know when they'll come tripping down the lane. (Seen it happen here.)

Namowal said...

p.s. That windowless house is creeping me more and more. As I drifted off to sleep last night I thought I bet there's hooks on his ceiling, and I don't want to know what's hanging on them...