I’m scrambling an egg for my daughter. “Why are you always whistling?” she asks. “Because I’m happy.” And it’s true. Thought it stuns me to say it aloud; There was a time when I wouldn’t Have seen it as my future. It’s partly a matter Of who is there to eat the egg: The self fallen out of love with itself Through the tedium of familiarity, Or this little self, So curious, so hungry, Who…
We’re lounging for the lord this morning, listening first to Bach on the IPod and now to a God playlist (every song mentions God, I put this together for an Easter long ago). Emmylou Harris’ Western Wall is playing. I’d go out and get some firewood and build a nice roaring Sunday spiritual fire, only we’re supposed to be headed to Taos but instead we’re looking outside at a winter wonderland. This is the view…
We hung around the house this morning watching the snow flurries and talking about Santa Fe – I had expected it to be a touch on the mercantile side because everyone kept telling me about the jewelry and art galleries and stuff to buy – but actually I am surprised by how few people are here given that it is Easter weekend and how confined the shopping is to just certain areas. When I first…
We left the house last night with a bone numbing wind blowing to go to Canyon Road where the guidebooks say every Friday night is filled with street music and gallery hopping. Wrong. Either it’s Good Friday or it’s too damn cold but there was no one wandering Canyon Road last night. Then we drove over to Guadalupe Street in search of one of the gay bars listed – Max’s – only we thought we…
We’ve been watching the snow flurries all morning on this day we were going to head to Bandolier and try to see Ghost Ranch as well. Instead our plans have changed to lounging for the lord then heading up the 285/84 to Bandolier to see if we could possibly get a hike in as it is not snowing there right now, and then to Espanola for lamb burritos at Angelina’s and arriving at Ojo Caliente…
We woke yesterday and decided to head up to hike some of the trails that Dale Ball cobbled together that run through various parties’ lands – city, state, private, conservation agencies – he made a network of trails so that other people can enjoy the beautiful views and land. Up on the hilltops you could see the suburban sprawl that flows out of Santa Fe, but it is a quiet sprawl, hidden underneath low riding…
I spent yesterday afternoon trying to replace the glass carafe of the Krups coffeemaker here at the SF house. I’m anti Krups to begin with as the Krups family dates back to some serious Nazi involvement but that said, I went out in search of the glass carafe while T was napping. I drove to the Vargas mall and have to say I was appalled by the attitude of the local old people. One white…
I sat next to a woman on the plane from Los Angeles to Alburquerque – Anya. We talked about A to Z – a relationship to adoption string together of a lifetime and then she showed me a picture of her dog. She said they are too close. I said, well, I know that feeling. When you get more, that intimacy tends to be spread around and you are not as neurotic. I picked up…
I always said I was not a vacationer, more like a traveler. I want to see the world and experience other places. But the truth is in my busy life, I need vacations and this is one. Albeit I am seeing Santa Fe, close up and personal, the truth is last night, rather than head out into the town again, we opted to sit by the wood fire and watch Almodovar’s Bad Education. We ended…
We poked around Santa Fe yesterday after we leisurely, well I say leisurely but I was actually trying to send emails and couldn’t get them to go and so was getting the usual work anxiety. I was cleaning the coffee pot and dropped it in the sink – smash crash. At a certain point I gave up and then we walked down Bishop to Washington and into the square. At the Georgia O’Keefe museum, we…