We’ve had a laid back sort of weekend; we had no plans, and we never really made any. On Friday night, I went out to Happy Hour with some of the girls from my work, and then I came home to cuddles with Henrie and Joshua’s homemade paninis.
Yesterday, Henrie woke up early, and Joshua made huevos rancheros (my favorite). We tidied up the house a bit and then we piled into the car for a little urban walk.
Walking through the residential streets of South Colfax is probably not something you would choose to do unless you’re thinking about living in the neighborhood. But we are, and so we decided to check it out. I’m feeling particularly lazy these days, so I’ll upload some of the photos in a separate post.
If I were really good at surprises and the necessary secrecy skills involved with nailing a really good surprise, I’d probably wait to tell you all about our latest adventure until it was a done deal. But let’s be honest; I’ve kept our baby-to-be’s name a secret for approximately a week, and it may be a record (and that’s with no one asking).
Sooooo… Knock on wood, bar a myriad of problems that could reveal themselves before the closing date, we are planning on moving.
To South Colfax.
Here are some ways I’ve heard South Colfax described: “hoody,” “sketchy,” and “mixed income.” Racial undertones and yuppie fears aside, there may be some truth to these epithets. Last week, an eleven year old boy was tragically killed when he was run over on Federal and Colfax, and the driver kept going. Last month, a desperate man took a woman hostage at the 7-11 on Perry and Colfax, and a couple of hours later, he was brought down by a sniper. Between Sheridan and Federal, Colfax is home to the following: multiple tattoo parlors (and you know what kind of people frequent those places*), a bath house (a bath house?!), the Aristocrat motor motel, half a dozen auto dealerships, Girl’s Inc., Colfax Elementary, a pawn shop, and a dozen eateries I have no intention of frequenting now, or ever.
But South Colfax is also home to some surprising features: turn of the century brick homes, a brand new rail line and station at Perry and 10th, and a community of Orthodox Jews. In less than two miles of walking up and down the streets from Meade to Utica, we passed a Mikvah, a Jewish Day School, half a dozen gorgeous mansions, two brand new playgrounds, a community garden, and newly paved, landscaped trails next to the rail line.
Each time we’ve stopped by our intended (the house, that is), neighbors come out of their homes to check us out. They’re friendly, and everyone’s remarking on the new vitality that the rail station has provided the community.
After our walk, we went back to the house for lunch, and after Henriette refused to nap, we decided to head back out for Little Man’s ice cream and a little foray to REI so Joshua could return his running spikes.
I probably don’t need to tell you that Henrie loved the strawberry and chocolate ice cream, even though it was cold outside.
That night, Joshua made Chana Masala (Joshua cooks on the weekends; I cook on weeknights), and I sorted (and Henrie unsorted) all of Henrie’s baby clothes from the attic. I’ll post a picture, but people. It’s a little embarrassing how much we’ve managed to accumulate in Henrie’s almost two years. But hey, at least we’re well-stocked for Lu.
This morning, Joshua woke up early to go for a long run (he’s training for the Salida trail marathon in a few weekends), and Henrie and I slept in until nearly 730, made breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and went for a run of our own. Joshua was home by the time we got back, so we all went to the grocery store together.
It’s been a good weekend.