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Yes, I am posting at 4:00 in the morning. No, I don’t know why.
Juuuust kidding, on my way to see the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta.
I hope to make some decent photos this morning. Here’s hoping the weather holds.
More to come today!
Woo!
Balloon Fiesta gates open, at, ahem, 4:30 in the morning.
What the $%#& am I thinking?
And to make it more fun, it is supposed to rain tomorrow. Oh yay.
Wonder how many of the seven dwarves I can be tomorrow? Cranky and snarky are part of the crew right?
Let’s see, there’s sleepy, cranky, snarky, PMSy, drunkey, slap happy, and Bob.
Right?
Wheee!
Lots of weirdity going on in the world. Lots of changes, flip outs, oddness.
Market up. Market down. New president in a month.
And I think I’m changing jobs soon. Whoa Nellie!
Funnily enough, there is some comfort in my reading the ABQjournal during these crazy times.
Guess what? The Saturday Balloon Fiesta’s mass ascension didn’t happen! Too windy!
Reeeeally? That almost never always happens!
Oh Fair New Mexico, granting me comfort during troubled times.
May your winds blow gustily over the middle Rio Grande Valley and may the annual scent of roasting green chiles waft my way.
My friend and resident of Albuquerque told me that the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta is well nigh….
Yup, starts October 6.
Let’s start with this query…how in the utter $#*&!!! did it get to be October already?
So I was telling my mom I’m considering going to ABQ for the fun and staying with my friend as she lives near the right part of town.
Then I said “of course, anymore it’s a complete pain in the ass to go to the fiesta”
That kicked off a step right into the wayback machine.
She said “yeah, remember how it used to just be in a big empty field and we’d go and get right up close, your dad would talk to the balloonists and before you know it, we’d all be holding a corner of cloth, helping them inflate it? That doesn’t happen anymore.”
No, it sure doesn’t.
Remember when the Balloon Fiesta didn’t have sponsors? It was just a bunch of ballooning guys getting together for some fun and competition.
Remember when they flew out of Cutter Field? Yeah, that flight path used to take them over our house in the northeast heights (somewheres around Montgomery and San Pedro). I used to dash out to the backyard and wave and try to talk to the balloonists. They were always nice, good for a wave at least if they were low enough.
I remember drinking scalding hot chocolate out of that battered green Coleman thermos, trying to warm my hands and frozen nose, bundled up against a cold October morning at like, oh-dark-thirty.
We’d help some guy my dad just met (my dad never met a guy he didn’t know) get his balloon off the ground, then we’d leap into our battered blue and white Chevy Blazer and help chase.
Ya can’t do that anymore. Insurance and progress and all that rot, I suppose.
I also remember when I used to work for Honeywell back in 1993. That’s when the balloons had already moved to their new location, the Balloon Fiesta Park, which is catty corner to Honeywell. It was HELL getting to work, but I’d go inside, get a cup of coffee, then go back outside with all my coworkers and watch the morning show. Special shapes day was always the best.
When it gets to be this time of year when the nights and mornings are cold but the days warm up nicely, I still look to the sky hoping to see ornaments hanging there, listening for the whoosh of propane. The conditions aren’t right here in the Bay Area. Sometimes I sure miss a sky hung with colorful balloons. Nothing like it in the world.
