4.3.22

Yesterday was another great day. The forecast looked amazing, and B has had her eye out for a nice turquoise ring, so we decided to take a little field trip to Madrid, New Mexico. Madrid began as an old mining town that has evolved into a cool little hippie artsy scene over the decades. It’s pronounced MAD-rid and is about an hour drive through some of the prettiest countryside I’ve seen along a route called The Tuquoise Trail.

We walked up the Main Street until we got to the Mine Shaft Tavern, which is the site of the longest freestanding bar in New Mexico and (supposedly) many spirits that continue to haunt the structure. We got a round of beer to go with our burgers and nachos and then meandered up and down the street to do some window shopping. We met woman from NYC who has seen “every horror movie from the 1930s to the 1950s” and saw a ton of bikers – both motorized and not – out enjoying the sunshine. We saw some gorgeous jewelry and gemstones and some very i n t e r e s t i n g souvenirs. We met a warm and welcoming trans guy (he shared his identity with us) who told us he doesn’t want everyone to move to New Mexico, but he would love it if we did and could recommend a realtor. It felt so nice to be seen in that way.

On the way home, we drove through some areas around Santa Fe to get a feel of the look and vibe. That was super helpful, because there was one area that looked kind of far when looking on Google Maps, but it doesn’t feel far at all and is a very short drive from town. We’ve looked at a few listings, but I have generally felt pretty peaceful with our approach to just get a sense of things.

After we got home, B and I sat up on the roof and checked in with where we both were mentally in the process. I’ll tell you, those conversations feel so much more pleasant with a nice breeze and a beautiful view. I can confidently say we both feel like the move is a yes for us individually and that we are manifesting it into reality. The opportunity to live somewhere I can see the stars and still get a good tortilla is too much to pass up, so … we are going for it!

I have to wrap this up by writing about COVID a little bit. It has felt odd to go out a little more here than we have back home, and I would say the mask requirements are about 50-50 here. I feel a way about that! I know we are still in the pandemic. I know we still need to be careful. However, I haven’t worn my mask as much here after being VERY vigilant about it everywhere in DC. For some reason, it just hasn’t felt as dicey as DC feels. Maybe it’s because there are fewer people here and more space, I’m not sure. I’m not declaring the pandemic over – just sharing that it feels somewhat different here, which has felt … nice? But you can bet I’ll have my mask on in the airport and airplane with all those other yahoos in such close quarters.

4.2.22

We sort of informally landed on doing one thing a day and relaxing the rest of the time, and I really enjoy that cadence.

Yesterday our little excursion was to an incredible Japanese restaurant up the canyon. We had early reservations, but that ended up being a blessing because there was enough light in the canyon for us to see on the ride up. The canyon was much more densely wooded with tall conifers, the kind of landscape I’m most used to. It was nice to see the difference of that scenery from all the others we’ve seen so far while in New Mexico.

Our dinner was delicious and served on smallish plates family-style so we could all share: Ahi tuna tacos, kurobota pork belly tacos, grilled avocado, house-made skillet gyoza, and Wagyu beef ishiyaki. All of it was delicious and plated so beautifully. The ishiyaki experience – cooking the meat on a 500-degree stone set in the middle of our table – felt surprising and fun. All said, it was a fantastic dining experience. I truly can’t believe how much my palate has expanded over the years, and I have really had fun exploring.

After dinner, we drove a little further up the canyon to see more green trees and views. We headed back as the sun set, and it felt like a really lovely way to wrap up the outing.

We ended our night by watching Coda. It’s one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long while.

11.20.21

Proof of life (with a picture of death? Sure). It’s fall, the time has changed, the leaves are falling, and I’m processing a lot of grief right now. It’s usually my favorite time of year, but this year has arrived with a side of heaviness. I’m hoping to get back into the swing of writing because I think it will help me, but in the meantime here are the remnants from our cherry tree.

I also started another blog to journal the delicious things I drink, so that has been a decent way to pass the time. I have used apps on my phone to remember special wines or cocktails, but I realized that if the apps just went away tomorrow that I would lose all that info. Hence my Three Sheets Diary that I’ll be updating and backfilling with drinks that are really just notes about different occasions.

9.24.20

More floof. More distractions because life feels very overwhelming and fatalistic in our home at the moment. I alternate between swearing about what the current administration is doing to destroy our country and whispering sweet nothings to this guy.

9.19.20

The Day After.

I woke up still struggling to comprehend that this is real, although it definitely feels real enough when I see how the GOP is salivating at the opportunity act as duplicitous(ly?) as usual. It makes me sick. I needed to do something, anything, that felt like a real action. I’ve wanted to volunteer on Election Day for a long time, so I decided this is the year to do it. I will mask up and drink a gallon of hand sanitizer and do whatever it takes to help people vote.

The second picture is from a distanced get-together with our friend this afternoon. We already had it on the calendar and decided that maybe the solidarity and commiseration would help a little bit. The pitcher of mango margarita that comes with a straw also helped a little bit.

9.18.20

Gutted.

I don’t know how else to describe the way I feel. Let’s throw in nauseated, too. When our friend texted us earlier tonight saying, “Did you see the news?” I knew it wouldn’t be good. Fuck, I texted back. I think that’s what I said to B, too – I don’t really remember. It’s going to take a while to process what this means, and I think we will see decades of ripple effects. But tonight, we weren’t the only ones who found ourselves mourning and trying to make sense of such a devastating loss on the steps of the building. She wasn’t perfect, but she did what she could. More in the coming days, I guess.

9.15.20

Navy Yard looks lovely this morning (as seen on my way to pick up breakfast tacos, haha). These trees have grown SO MUCH since B and I moved to this neighborhood in 2013. It’s not our specific neighborhood anymore, but it’s so close and will always feel a little like home.