Rainy Day

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singin’ in the Rain.” Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

Where I live, rain seldom “pitter-patters.” We have mountain storms that rage through, dump buckets and move on. Any rainy afternoon is good news for me and for the farmers all around me.

Yesterday my step daughter-in-law and I drove through the southern part of the Valley to Santa Fe and then to Albuquerque from where she caught a plane to San Diego. It was incredibly beautiful — I took no pictures because I was driving and time was tight. Close to home, in the harvested fields grazed Sandhill cranes on their way to New Mexico and their winter homes. The trees south and somewhat lower in elevation are still golden and the light is now angled enough that some of it hits from below the trees making the leaves glow, lit from behind. The shadows in the washes and arroyos were angled and purple and dramatic. On one lone hillside we saw a flock of about thirty sheep being guarded and moved by a pair of Great Pyrenees. ❤

We arrived in Santa Fe while someone was filming something — turned out to be Nick Nolte (whom we saw) and a TV show. We ate lunch at La Fonda Hotel, a sentimental journey for me. I had a surprise party there for my mom on her 70th birthday in 1990. I was there with my brother and niece. Yesterday happened to have been my niece’ birthday; the day before my brother’s. That increment of our journey made a circle between past and present that my heart needed, bittersweet and healing.

Me at La Fonda 11:3:2015

La Plazuela in La Fonda Hotel, Santa Fe

Albuquerque was the blasting white light it always is and the traffic was a deadly snarl from which I extricated myself using patience, philosophy, California experience and the brake pedal…

Then the drive home — more beauty and a sunset, darkness then a house filled with happy dogs, all good, even the puppy after the longest time she’d ever spent without “supervision.”

So, since I don’t have a photo of the day to share, here’s a painting by Victor Higgins, Canyon Drive, Santa Fe, 1914, that MORE than conveys the sense of it.

9 thoughts on “Rainy Day

  1. Traffic. I have been trying to calculate how much of our lives we spend sitting in it. Whether it’s because of some holiday migration, or road construction, or an accident … or just standard city mayhem … it’s a lot of hours. I’m sure some statistician could calculate the percentage. One way or another, it’s too much time for too many years. For a while, we had almost no traffic around here … but it has caught up with us. We may not have a lot of people, but everyone has at least one, usually at least two and frequently more vehicles. The truck, the SUV, the “summer car.” For every couple, there are three cars and everyone drives everywhere because there’s no public transportation. I counsel patience, but I do not feel patient.

    • There’s really no choice. I was so angry yesterday I could have spit nails. They CLOSED a long portion of the Interstate in Albuquerque for a FUNERAL PROCESSION for a police chief who’d been shot in the line of duty. OK, that is truly sad, but the Interstate Highway is an INTERSTATE highway not a local street. I saw two terrible wrecks that happened a result of that, two totaled cars and I cannot imagine that people were not at the very least injured. There were HUNDREDS of police and fire vehicles in that procession so yesterday would have been the golden hour for an arsonist or mass murderer in Albuquerque.

  2. What a day!! (Except for that traffic part….). The Higgins painting is beautiful, and I love La Plazuela at La Fonda. When we were there they had these veggie-in-phyllo-dough pockets that were out-of-this-world. We spent two nights there on a trip all around that part of the country including parts of Southern Colorado, and I was so impressed with the Arts scene there. You’d said you planned to go to those places and I’m glad you had the occasion to do it again:0)).

  3. I would have love to have joined you on that journey, you painted a wonderful picture. I have an online colleague that moved when she retired from Chicago to Albuquerque and has never regretted it since. you have such wonderful choices in the States.

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