We walked along Marcy St. this afternoon on our way into town, Fiesta on the Plaza, late summer in Santa Fe, school in session. Beautiful, cool-ishy late summer with hints of fall afternoon. Large billowy clouds half-promising rain but also maybe just teasing. We had been to the obscenely abundant farmers market in the morning — abundance a-plenty and tourists to boot. Here's what we bought: lots of tomatoes for fresh tomato soup tonight; a garlic braid with a type that is originally from the Republic of Georgia (in solidarity); eggies from a wonderful farm school here; substantial zucchini; a skein of yarn (from the organic lamb purveyor whose sheep are providing lovely wool for a sweater for M) to keep me going; 3 enormous pink dahlias that make an amazing statement of floral power; assorted goat cheeses from our friends the Goat Ladies; and delicate fingerling potatoes that roasted just right with olive oil and salt & pepper.
The kicker to this summer's penultimate afternoon was the Celebrity Siting along the street to the Plaza. He was talking on his cell, outside of M's favorite gelato shop, and he was unmistakable: consigliere, fighter pilot, cowboy, Boo Radley — yes, Robert Duvall. One of the acting world's best faces, best voices and best talents. So satisfying. Especially since I saw him first to see him and know who he was. It's my job.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
It's Not the Wine, It's the Mix
The music, that is. Liquor may be inspirational, but music is so much more so, don't you think? First smell, then sound, is the most evocative of the senses. And I think that evocation always brings up emotion & passion as well as memory.
And now I'm coming up fast on a whole month since the last post. Extra bad. And how many times in that interval have one or the other of us said — "Blog that!" There is usually some element of embarrassment or hilariousness inherent in the order, the most salient of which undoubtedly concerns the new "Family Swim Center." Oh, you can't wait for the photo, no? Well, of course, there is one. And apparently, the Swim Center is shared with the dogs. Are you surprised?
This all transpired as part of the Beginning of Year Off belonging to MR. While one of us is slogging away in an office with malfunctioning A/C, the other is buying suburban (Malcolm, take note) accoutrements of having arrived. And here's a fun quote from another family member from CA (So.) referring to the Swim Center: That's a funny visual, Kimball in a blow-up pool in her undies sipping wine with the dogs; you guys have really gone rural. Forget bathing suits! Just fill up the moonshine jug, throw out the teeth, and go for a dip in the swimmin' hole.
So there you have it. Life in Santa Fe in August.
And now I'm coming up fast on a whole month since the last post. Extra bad. And how many times in that interval have one or the other of us said — "Blog that!" There is usually some element of embarrassment or hilariousness inherent in the order, the most salient of which undoubtedly concerns the new "Family Swim Center." Oh, you can't wait for the photo, no? Well, of course, there is one. And apparently, the Swim Center is shared with the dogs. Are you surprised?
This all transpired as part of the Beginning of Year Off belonging to MR. While one of us is slogging away in an office with malfunctioning A/C, the other is buying suburban (Malcolm, take note) accoutrements of having arrived. And here's a fun quote from another family member from CA (So.) referring to the Swim Center: That's a funny visual, Kimball in a blow-up pool in her undies sipping wine with the dogs; you guys have really gone rural. Forget bathing suits! Just fill up the moonshine jug, throw out the teeth, and go for a dip in the swimmin' hole.
So there you have it. Life in Santa Fe in August.
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