1. I go to bed at 10pm (at the very latest!) every night.
2. On the rare mornings that I can sleep in, I wake up around 7:30 am.
3. I am making a quilt.
4. I wear flannel onesie pajamas to bed most nights.
5. I eat oatmeal for breakfast each morning.
6. I eat ginger cookies at some point of every day.
7. I haven't been able to hike a lot lately because my knees have been bothering me.
8. I get really excited about things like making banana bread.
9. I get really excited about things like going to the library.
10. I get really excited about things like organizing my trunk of things from the "old" days.
11. I have started telling guests to dry their hair before they leave to go ski (I wouldn't want them to catch a cold)
12. I wear supportive slippers all day, every day.
13. I have started watching (and enjoying) daytime television.
14. My only friend in Taos is currently crocheting a blanket, sitting on the couch next to me while I am quilting, and we are both watching daytime television.
Its actually a pretty good life (minus the achey knees).
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
waiting for snow...
Its been almost 2 weeks since we have seen snow. The Austing Haus' business is suffering and I am missing it oh so much.
Luke came to visit me this past week and we had a wonderful time together. Luke is one of the most positive, confident, and hilarious people I have ever met. I really like who I become when I am around him. He will be a dear friend forever and ever.
He got to go skiing (which I still have not done). We visited the Gorge Bridge, of course, and ate at delicious restaurants. When we weren't eating at delicious restaurants, Luke was cooking us delicious food. He made cauliflower au gratin, candied shallots, gruyere cheese covered zucchini, and saltimboca chicken. I spent the last five days in food heaven, and now I have decided that I absolutely need to teach myself to cook. Hopefully no fires will occur and no dishes will break.
The last night that Luke was here, Bobby, one of the owners, secured us a free trip to Ojo Caliente. Ojo is a mineral and hot springs resort for fancy schmancy people. We felt like royalty as we soaked underneath the full moon and watched shooting stars.
I got a little upset one night and complained to Luke about all the loneliness and how I feel as if I am turning colder on the inside. In perfect Luke fashion, he was able to bring up the positive side of all of it while simultaneously showing that he felt sorry for me (that combination of reactions has become necessary for me, unfortunately). At one point after I had been blubbering for a while, he looked at me and said "What you are doing is SO cool, do you realize THAT?! I mean, you are making a quilt at 23!!!" It wasn't the most comforting thing for him to say, because, well, grandmothers make quilts. It did make me laugh a whole lot, and I ended my pity party.
Anyway, here is evidence of my quilt making:
Its being made from my favorite sheet of barren trees and a leaf print. I now have three horizontal rows complete. It takes a long time, but hey- I have got plenty of that!
Luke came to visit me this past week and we had a wonderful time together. Luke is one of the most positive, confident, and hilarious people I have ever met. I really like who I become when I am around him. He will be a dear friend forever and ever.
He got to go skiing (which I still have not done). We visited the Gorge Bridge, of course, and ate at delicious restaurants. When we weren't eating at delicious restaurants, Luke was cooking us delicious food. He made cauliflower au gratin, candied shallots, gruyere cheese covered zucchini, and saltimboca chicken. I spent the last five days in food heaven, and now I have decided that I absolutely need to teach myself to cook. Hopefully no fires will occur and no dishes will break.
The last night that Luke was here, Bobby, one of the owners, secured us a free trip to Ojo Caliente. Ojo is a mineral and hot springs resort for fancy schmancy people. We felt like royalty as we soaked underneath the full moon and watched shooting stars.
I got a little upset one night and complained to Luke about all the loneliness and how I feel as if I am turning colder on the inside. In perfect Luke fashion, he was able to bring up the positive side of all of it while simultaneously showing that he felt sorry for me (that combination of reactions has become necessary for me, unfortunately). At one point after I had been blubbering for a while, he looked at me and said "What you are doing is SO cool, do you realize THAT?! I mean, you are making a quilt at 23!!!" It wasn't the most comforting thing for him to say, because, well, grandmothers make quilts. It did make me laugh a whole lot, and I ended my pity party.
Anyway, here is evidence of my quilt making:
Its being made from my favorite sheet of barren trees and a leaf print. I now have three horizontal rows complete. It takes a long time, but hey- I have got plenty of that!
Luke!
Its Luke and I on a billboard! (don't bother looking closer, its not really us- I just forgot to take pictures at Ojo, so this is our only memory!)
that tree right there is my favorite in all of Taos
If you look close you can see the Gorge
view of my tiny town on the way home from Albuquerque
This place feels like home now.
Friday, January 7, 2011
I am half way through my stay in Taos.
It has been almost a month since my last post. Its been almost 2 months of some pretty remarkable loneliness.
I often wonder what is keeping me here in Taos. Part of it is that I feel as if I have no where else to go.
The bigger part is how beautiful it is here. I love looking out of my window each morning to snowy mountains, and I don't even mind the frigid temperatures. I have never seen sunsets like the ones I get to view here on a daily basis. The mountains turn pink, the sky takes on a tie dye pattern, and the clouds move so fast that they look like giant flying sheets.
I still have not skied, but I intend to go very soon.
I have two options as far as socializing goes, and I don't belong in either place. If I go up the mountain to the resort I am faced with insidious ski bums with lines like "if we kiss now, we will find out whether we are compatible or not for the future, and that will save us a lot of time." and "sick tat, babe." Repulsive people- I am telling you.
The scene down the mountain is a lot easier to bear, but its farther away and the people there are strange too. A lot of older hippies, men who looked like they haven't bathed for two weeks, and your standard weirdos. There is always good music in town though, so if I MUST leave my house to be amongst people, this option is the least offensive.
I have been making a lot of generalizations. There are several exceptions. I really like my coworker and boss, boss' boyfriend, and one of the owners. I also like several of my grocery store cashiers, and the librarians at the Taos library. Maybe I will meet more good people, I have 2 and a half more months to go!
For the time being, I sew simple things, read Alice Hoffman, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, bell hooks, Alice Munro, and Raymond Carver, watch tv and movies, hike, skype with Katherine, and occasionally write something that I am proud of.
Its very difficult sometimes. I get lonely quite often. I work alone, I eat alone, I sleep alone. This building is cold and quiet, especially right now. This is not to say that there are also many occasions that I really appreciate the solitude.
The Christmas time rush was wonderful, we had a full house for about a week and I was busy and able to have multiple conversations with real, live people.
Jack was here for a few days during that time. I love Jack so very much, I don't think I could have a finer man as a best friend. He drove 14 hours out of his way to be in the snow and the cold (which he hates) to be with me for Christmas. We had a great time, and only engaged in a few minor arguments. Hopefully in March I will get out to Austin to visit him.
Here are some pictures from the last month:
I often wonder what is keeping me here in Taos. Part of it is that I feel as if I have no where else to go.
The bigger part is how beautiful it is here. I love looking out of my window each morning to snowy mountains, and I don't even mind the frigid temperatures. I have never seen sunsets like the ones I get to view here on a daily basis. The mountains turn pink, the sky takes on a tie dye pattern, and the clouds move so fast that they look like giant flying sheets.
I still have not skied, but I intend to go very soon.
I have two options as far as socializing goes, and I don't belong in either place. If I go up the mountain to the resort I am faced with insidious ski bums with lines like "if we kiss now, we will find out whether we are compatible or not for the future, and that will save us a lot of time." and "sick tat, babe." Repulsive people- I am telling you.
The scene down the mountain is a lot easier to bear, but its farther away and the people there are strange too. A lot of older hippies, men who looked like they haven't bathed for two weeks, and your standard weirdos. There is always good music in town though, so if I MUST leave my house to be amongst people, this option is the least offensive.
I have been making a lot of generalizations. There are several exceptions. I really like my coworker and boss, boss' boyfriend, and one of the owners. I also like several of my grocery store cashiers, and the librarians at the Taos library. Maybe I will meet more good people, I have 2 and a half more months to go!
For the time being, I sew simple things, read Alice Hoffman, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, bell hooks, Alice Munro, and Raymond Carver, watch tv and movies, hike, skype with Katherine, and occasionally write something that I am proud of.
Its very difficult sometimes. I get lonely quite often. I work alone, I eat alone, I sleep alone. This building is cold and quiet, especially right now. This is not to say that there are also many occasions that I really appreciate the solitude.
The Christmas time rush was wonderful, we had a full house for about a week and I was busy and able to have multiple conversations with real, live people.
Jack was here for a few days during that time. I love Jack so very much, I don't think I could have a finer man as a best friend. He drove 14 hours out of his way to be in the snow and the cold (which he hates) to be with me for Christmas. We had a great time, and only engaged in a few minor arguments. Hopefully in March I will get out to Austin to visit him.
Here are some pictures from the last month:
The moon before the eclipse
Jack !
Christmas decorations in the lobby/ my living room
The Gorge Bridge
New Mexico's version of the Grand Canyon
I live on one of those mountains!
Snowshoeing in my backyard
Heres to hoping that 2011 will be the happiest, most wonderful year of them all!
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