So happy you are here.
I wouldn’t even mind being a DMV employee. Sure, I wouldn’t get paid, but furlough Friday sounds not so bad.
Oh, and also, rain, rain, go away. Unless you live in Bolinas. Then bring a gully washer.
Mainly. I’m happy for the weekend. Happy Friday to you, wherever you are.
First of all, to all the good folks, including both mom and mom-in-law, who are concerned about the posts related to my troubles at work, thank you for being concerned. This week has turned out a bit better.
Also, I got paid today, and that always helps improve the outlook.
I imagine I’ll survive this. Or I won’t. Either way, the sun will come up again tomorrow and I’ll have to face another day. And I’ll have to face myself in the mirror. The way I do that is by knowing I did my best, worked my hardest and did so with humility.
Onward.
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Next…thanks to the gentleman driving the Explorer in the lane next to me on Wednesday morning. I was running late for work (overslept the alarm, snarf!) and I was, yes, speeding. But so were you. Thanks to your slower response time, I was able to take my foot off the gas first, you shot past me, and that nice CHP officer paid you a visit instead of me.
Whew. I have two months left on the eighteen months since my last ticket (you can only mask one traffic violation every 18 months), so you really saved me there!
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Don’t know if you are experiencing the same thing where you’re at, but to me, it’s like everyone in society is moving along in a fog. Making bonehead moves on the road. Bumping into me at the grocery. Looking at me blankly when I ask a question.
So, a nod to The Good Man for best summing up society’s recent weirdness:
(paraphrased)
“We had the buildup from the campaign, then the excitement of the election, anticipation of the new president and then finally the climax of the inauguration. It’s like the whole country just needs a cigarette.”
And a salty snack.
Indeed.
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Speaking of salty snacks…am I going to be the only person in the US not watching the Superbowl this weekend?
Because, really, Pittsburgh vs Arizona?
Sure, I know that AZ is the Cinderella story. Whatever. I could care less.
And Pittsburgh. Do we really need to see them win again?
I might whip up a batch of salty snacks, however, and watch Season 2 of The Muppet Show. I found it at the library and it’s providing much singing along and childish giggles from TGM and me.
Best thing to watch after a rough day at work, I’ll tell you THAT.
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Or maybe I should just have a cheese sandwich.
Been watching cheese sandwich-gate in the ABQjournal with interest. Oh Fair New Mexico, you still do scandal in a fun way.
Love it. And from what I’m reading, the press coverage has brought in quite a bit of the delinquent money! Nice.
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Lastly, the weather is messin’ with my head. Sunny and 70’s. Rainy and cold. Then just clear and cold. And today, back to the 70’s.
Mother Nature, you are FREAKING me out, maaahn.
But I’m not complaining about the sun. I’ll take it.
That is all.
Happy Weekend!
This weekend, The Good Man and I met some friends up in Sausalito for fun and merriment.
Getting to Sausalito means traversing the beautiful Golden Gate Bridge.
I believe this year makes twelve years for me living here in the Bay Area and driving across that big orange bridge is still as exciting as it was the first time I ever did it.
I have about a zillion photos I’ve taken of the Golden Gate Bridge, because no matter how many times I see it, I always find something more interesting I need to try to capture.
Then sometimes, like yesterday, I decide to come out from behind the camera and just watch as we drive by. The art deco uprights are still so endlessly fascinating to me, the way the light plays off of them, the subtle texturing. The stout cables that hold it all in place still look like dental floss in perspective of all the iron and steel and concrete that make up the bridge.
I wondered, as we drove across, if the men who finished the bridge back in 1937 could ever fathom what it this bridge would become. Could they have ever imagined the magnitude of traffic that rolls over it every day?
And how freaking cool that something built 72 years ago still stands tall and proud and virtually unrevised (but for some retrofitting and upgrading) since then.
I got to thinking, was there anything from my life in New Mexico that could even come close to this? Something that in driving by with some frequency, I still have the sense of awe and wonder every time I see it?
The closest I got was not a man made item. First thought in my head was Tijeras Canyon. Similar in that it is a roadway to transport people from one side of a great geological obstacle to another.
It still fills me with awe at the beauty and wonder at the too fast development growing in that gap between the Sandias and the Manzanos.
I tried to think if there was something like this, something man made and yet so enduring. Of course, the Indian ruins are far older than the Golden Gate, but not something that one drives by with frequency, as they tend to be back in the hills.
I suppose the most awe inspiring bit of human engineering and transportation in New Mexico is the Sandia Peak Tramway.
I don’t know, to my New Mexico friends, do you have any ideas? I’m sure I’m forgetting something…
Photo by Karen Fayeth
Tonight, The Good Man and I couldn’t decide what movie to watch, so we flipped a coin.
TGM’s flip went offline, pinged off the cat and rolled across the floor.
The flip went bad since he’s accustomed to flipping a quarter for our deadlock decisions. Today all he had in his pocket was a penny.
Just not the same.
Wacked out economy.
Btw, the coin landed on tails, which means we watched The Great Debaters.
Ok, well, maybe a taste of the holiday spirit came and got me this weekend.
The tree went up.
And the kitchen got cookin’.
It ain’t Christmas without a batch of biscochitos. (Recipe here from the PNM cookbook.) It’s a family tradition.
Here are the little beauties, just before going in the oven….deelish already:
And then, fully cooked, fulfilling their destiny. So lightly baked, so flaky, so anise-y. Oh yeah. New Mexico comes to visit.
Many of these bad boys will be going with me to work. These Californians need a taste of where I come from!