7.26.2005
two things that made me smile today
1. An honest-to-god squirrel. It was poking around in the rock "garden" that surrounds our building. It actually took me a second to place it — haven't seen any since we got here. Plenty of bunnies, but no squirrels. Weird. Maybe the coyotes eat them.
2. While driving around on errands, saw an absolutely cherry Datsun 510. The occasional backfire did nothing to diminish its appeal. I think the guy driving it thought my big, goofy grin was for him. He should know better. Sadly, I had no camera at the time, so you'll just have to settle for this photo of someone else's 510 that I found on Google Images.
It was about that color, too. Sweeeeeeeeeet.
2. While driving around on errands, saw an absolutely cherry Datsun 510. The occasional backfire did nothing to diminish its appeal. I think the guy driving it thought my big, goofy grin was for him. He should know better. Sadly, I had no camera at the time, so you'll just have to settle for this photo of someone else's 510 that I found on Google Images.
It was about that color, too. Sweeeeeeeeeet.
7.24.2005
Farmers Market and Fife & Drum
Saturday morning, headed on down to the Santa Fe Farmers Market. Had to cross the train tracks to get from the parking lot.
Checking out what's there, as usual, but really our goal was to get a couple burritos to start off the day. Got there a little too late — all that was left was the vegan burrito, still a pretty tasty choice: potatoes smothered in red chile powder, black beans, onions.
Because of the latter, Monica had to go with the tamales.
Our usual favorites of either the sausage or bacon, eggs and cheese along with the aforementioned spicy potatoes, will have to wait. We've learned a valuable lesson about getting there early.
Kicked around the market for a bit. We're just really waiting for the tomatoes, longing for the days when you can eat one that actually has flavor. Still too early, it seems.
After a few other stops worked our way down to the Plaza. The Museum of International Folk Art has had a series of events in conjuction with its Carnaval! exhibit, where they showcase carnival traditions of various cultures. This weekend, it was Switzerland, with performances by Rätz Clique. The writeup in the local alt newsweekly led me to believe that this fife and drum corps would actually we wearing paper maché rat heads. Not true. They had all different sorts.
Checking out what's there, as usual, but really our goal was to get a couple burritos to start off the day. Got there a little too late — all that was left was the vegan burrito, still a pretty tasty choice: potatoes smothered in red chile powder, black beans, onions.
Because of the latter, Monica had to go with the tamales.
Our usual favorites of either the sausage or bacon, eggs and cheese along with the aforementioned spicy potatoes, will have to wait. We've learned a valuable lesson about getting there early.
Kicked around the market for a bit. We're just really waiting for the tomatoes, longing for the days when you can eat one that actually has flavor. Still too early, it seems.
After a few other stops worked our way down to the Plaza. The Museum of International Folk Art has had a series of events in conjuction with its Carnaval! exhibit, where they showcase carnival traditions of various cultures. This weekend, it was Switzerland, with performances by Rätz Clique. The writeup in the local alt newsweekly led me to believe that this fife and drum corps would actually we wearing paper maché rat heads. Not true. They had all different sorts.
7.21.2005
today's project
Back in May, when we first began to enjoy the balcony, we set up the folding chairs and put out our little roll-up wooden slat camp table. Even though it's great — and much beloved for its years of faithful service at countless Colonial Village grillouts and courtyard picnics — the table proved too unwieldy for the balcony. [ sigh ] So where to put the margaritas?!? Having more boxes than sense at the time, we picked a smallish one that fit between the 2 chairs. Et voila: The Meehan Home for Wayward Booze.
However, after a couple of good rainstorms, it was kinda worse for wear.
Would you set a drink on that? I think not! It might spill! Sure, we could have picked up a $5 plastic stepstool at Albertsons, but I wanted something a little nicer. And, after having to re-assemble all of our particleboard-and-veneer Ikea furniture, I wanted solid wood. Nothing fancy, simple little table, how hard could that be to find? Not too hard, provided you're willing to pay upwards of $60 for it. Welcome to Santa Fe.
Fortunately, Santa Fe, in addition to being high-priced and touristy, used to be ruled by hippies. There still exist remnants of their influence, like crunchy little plant nurseries, more yoga studios than you can count, food co-ops and farmers market, and the Habitat for Humanity ReStore. That's where I bought $3 of salvage lumber, and 50 cents worth of screws. Once home, I dragged out a hand saw, my old Yankee hand drill, and got to work. 2 hours later, and... well, the Shakers would plotz, but I'm happy with it.
It kinda reminds me of the Judd furniture in Marfa. Or maybe I'll paint it... turquoise? This is Santa Fe, after all.
However, after a couple of good rainstorms, it was kinda worse for wear.
Would you set a drink on that? I think not! It might spill! Sure, we could have picked up a $5 plastic stepstool at Albertsons, but I wanted something a little nicer. And, after having to re-assemble all of our particleboard-and-veneer Ikea furniture, I wanted solid wood. Nothing fancy, simple little table, how hard could that be to find? Not too hard, provided you're willing to pay upwards of $60 for it. Welcome to Santa Fe.
Fortunately, Santa Fe, in addition to being high-priced and touristy, used to be ruled by hippies. There still exist remnants of their influence, like crunchy little plant nurseries, more yoga studios than you can count, food co-ops and farmers market, and the Habitat for Humanity ReStore. That's where I bought $3 of salvage lumber, and 50 cents worth of screws. Once home, I dragged out a hand saw, my old Yankee hand drill, and got to work. 2 hours later, and... well, the Shakers would plotz, but I'm happy with it.
It kinda reminds me of the Judd furniture in Marfa. Or maybe I'll paint it... turquoise? This is Santa Fe, after all.
7.20.2005
Garden Update, Bram Edition
When we moved, we could only take the plants that would fit in the car. It came down to the clivia that lives in our bedroom; the orchid that's never bloomed after the first time five years ago, but is otherwise healthy; and my bunch of eight stalks of lucky bamboo that I keep in my Outward Bound mug.
I've killed two stalks since moving.
Let's pause for a moment. And consider. I have managed to kill bamboo.
I've killed two stalks since moving.
Let's pause for a moment. And consider. I have managed to kill bamboo.
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