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.

3.31.22

It takes a little inspiration to write again, and wow – going somewhere new and seeing different things really gives that inspiration a boost.

I woke up in Albuquerque, New Mexico this morning. We flew in yesterday for several days of what I have dubbed “R&D and R&R.” The R&D involves checking out the vibes in different neighborhoods and locations in Albuquerque and Santa Fe because we are working on a plan to move, and this area is at the top of our list right now.

The R&R is inherent in the trip … getting away from the noise and fuckery of our neighborhood at home felt like a priority for my sanity and well-being. We stayed in the East Room at Sarabande Bed and Breakfast, and it was perfect. So cozy and relaxing, with a fireplace that we turned on for a little while before we realized we were roasting – so we opened the door to our private courtyard and let the breeze blow in to cool us off as we fell asleep.

We started our day with an amazing breakfast made fresh for us while we sat right next to the kitchen: hot coffee, fresh fruit, freshly squeezed OJ, a perfectly made muffin, and a breakfast rice bowl. OH and this morning we made tea in the room and paired it with some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that were waiting in the room for us when we arrived.

The bed and breakfast is gorgeous, and I can’t wait to go back when I have a little more time and when the weather is a little warmer so I can enjoy the pool. And now, it’s off to do some fact-finding!

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.

8.31.20

These may not look exciting, but I’m so happy to have them.

The two dishes with wavy edges are The Mashed Potato Dishes. These are the dishes my mom used for mashed potatoes for every big meal (because we had mashed potatoes for every big meal, obviously). They stayed in the hutch with all the other special/seasonal dishes and only came out for those special occasions. My sister found them in a donation pile at my dad’s house even though they had my name taped to them, and promptly rescued them and shipped them to me.

The plate on the bottom broke during shipping, unfortunately. I’m looking into possible repair options because this plate belonged to a set of china owned by my maternal great-grandmother. If I had to guess, my mom hung on to this plate with her other special possessions, because it was ALSO in the donation pile. The break seems simple, so I’m hoping I can get it fixed relatively easily.

It’s interesting to me how many memories I have wrapped up in special meals, recipes, or dishes. That feels like as much of the family history as anything else.

8.2.20

When it gets really hot and humid like it tends to do around this time every year, we do anything we can to avoid turning on the oven or even the stove. We have a fan in the dining room that we can point into the kitchen because honestly, it starts to feel hot in there even if I’m just unloading and loading the dishwasher. So I tend to favor meals that feel more like assembling than cooking, and this is one of them. Fresh tomatoes and basil, burrata, lightly grilled bread, olive oil, salt, and pepper. If we’ve got the stuff, we’ll throw in some prosciutto and cantaloupe. This kind of food just doesn’t taste as good any other time of year, and putting it together like this means I get to enjoy dinner without feeling like I need a shower. 

10.24.19

Sometimes an anniversary dinner includes something insane called a Fluffernutter.

From top to bottom: salt water taffy, chocolate frosted doughnut hole, house-made marshmallow, chocolate glazed old fashioned doughnut, peanut butter chocolate shake with peanut butter crunch and sprinkles around the rim.

Happy five years, B.