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October 16, 2006
Diving In
Screw the saddle, I'm back in the mudpit.
Santa Fe was, in a word, kickasstastic. I scoped out some killer design, haggled like a gypsy and bought several cool things at several cool stores and one very cool flea market, met and fell in love with a cowboy named Scotchie, and had several bottles of Budweiser with the kid that's been putting a smile on my face for several years now: Brandt to the Brandtness. Don't believe me? The truth's in print - a photographer from the Albuquerque Journal took many pictures of us enjoying our alcohol and conversation to illustrate an article on the best fireplace bars. Or so he said.
Regardless, I'm really beginning to sympathize with Al Pirro.
But alas - now I am back and - in addition to having an apartment that is rapidly becoming stuffed with las cosas de mi tienda - I have a busy, busy week ahead. My first meeting with the accountant/small business consultant is Thursday morning and I have several commercial real estate contacts to follow up with. Ay!
And, of course, for those of you keeping track of my family's various medical maladies: my dad's eye surgeries are now over, and - aside from a bit of a mishap that necessitated a second one on Friday - the news is good, good, good! He didn't have to get the gas bubble, so it looks like the parentals will be joining me in Denver for Thanksgiving. Granted, he has another one scheduled for later this month, so we won't know for sure until then but...it's looking more and more like a deep-fat-fried-turkey kinda Thanksgiving. I've been lobbying for possum, as my dear North Carolinian grandmama gave thanks over as a lil cuss, but so far: no takers.
Not sure why. The thought of an steaming, oven-roasted varmint served on a bed of pearl onions lubricates the appetite like no other. And the holiday just ain't complete until you've watched the children fight over who gets the juiciest piece of a lightly crisped tail. Kids'll be kids! Now pass me another slice of that marsupial pouch; Lord knows I love the dark meat.
Posted by Bree at October 16, 2006 08:28 AM