Su Lum: Adios, off-season |

Su Lum: Adios, off-season

Last Saturday as my 95-year-old friend Doris and I were going into City Market, a young man came out and was untying the leash on his dog, which was tied near the door. The dog was medium build, black and white, of mixed heritage, wearing what appeared to be a pint-sized English saddle made of felt.

I had just noticed that, when the guy reached into his coat and brought out a sizable CAT on a LEASH, which promptly hopped up onto the saddle on the dog’s back.

The young man then dug deeply into his coat pocket, brought out a white mouse, set the mouse on the cat’s shoulder, nodded to the gawking spectators and nonchalantly ambled across the parking lot.

Doris, whose imagination can get away with itself, kept saying, “I can’t believe I just saw that,” and probably there will be some eye-rolling up at the Home if she reports having seen a mouse on a cat on a dog in the parking lot of City Market.

Last spring a couple strolled down the sidewalk in front of The Times with two geese walking on leashes (geeses on leashes) dressed up in frilly skirts, which had been raised from eggs and thought they were human: if you petted them, they hugged you by wrapping their necks around yours. Ah, Aspen.

I should have stocked up at City Market, laying in provisions for the winter season which is looming around the corner.

This week it’s Thanksgiving and, blam, blam, blam: World Cup, the 24 Hours race, Christmas, New Year’s, Wintersköl, X Games, Gay Ski Week, Spring Break and the next thing it will be over, the leaves will come out, and everyone will be going through their tills to see if we survived or not.

Personally, I am hoping for a lot more snow because the ice-maker on my refrigerator is broken and God knows how long it will take to get that fixed. How easily we get spoiled! I got this handy-dandy refrigerator freezer that delivers purified ice, crushed or in cubes, and when it fails I’m at a loss because I don’t have an ice tray.

I’ve discovered that Scotch and snow make a good drink, and scooping snow is much easier than freezing cups of water in little plastic containers and whacking up the ice with a hammer and screwdriver. You know it’s still the off-season when you have time to engage in such trivial pursuits.

By this weekend, everyone will be so busy and crazed that the only reason we’d notice a gerbil on the shoulder of a kangaroo riding a giraffe at City Market would be if they were blocking a parking space.

[Su Lum is a longtime local who remembers five-week vacations in the spring and fall. Her column appears every Wednesday in The Aspen Times.]

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