Back In Denver

We said goodbye to Sergio’s parents this morning and drove back to Denver. We haven’t really had time to do anything here yet, but we’ll head out to dinner soon and then spend the next few days exploring and eating.

Here are links to everywhere we ate or hung out in Santa Fe or Albuquerque.

Cafe Castro: Hottest green chile of all of the meals. Sergio’s favorite.

Tia Sophia‘s: Yummy green chile covered breakfast.

The Pantry: I had “Christmas” chile here, and it turned out to be my favorite.

Tortilla Flats: We ended up here when the wait for La Choza was over an hour. We all loved the fluffy sopapillas.

Bosque Brewing: A beer flight and New Mexican poutine. Yum.

The French Pastry Shop and Restaurant: Lovely building and coffee and pastries.

Meow Wolf: Rosalind just sat here and called it amazing out of nowhere. Very big hit with her.

Sandia Peak Tramway: Great time! Glad we squeezed it in.

Sorry for the wayward grammar and formatting. Phone posting from a restaurant is a pain.

Two Types Of Fun

Sergio and I drove over to scout out Albuquerque today. We rode the Sandia Peak Tramway and did a quick 3 mile hike around the top. Then we drove some neighborhoods and had a brewpub lunch with green chile fries.

Rolo stayed behind with Granny and Pa in Santa Fe and they played at a very unique place called Meow Wolf. The pictures do a better job of describing that than I can.

One last view…

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Can’t Talk Now

Too busy eating.

We got off the last plane, jumped into our rental car, and drove six hours down to Santa Fe. It wasn’t the best plan after pulling overnight flights, but it was worth it when we met up with these fine folks and drowned ourselves in green chile.

Enchiladas and grandparents. Somebody is pretty happy.

Broadening My Mind With Pinterest

These days, I read mostly food blogs. Food blogs are, not surprisingly, pretty focused on Thanksgiving recipes right now. I’ve noticed a disturbing trend with the dessert recipes on several of them. Chocolate.

You know what I don’t need in my pumpkin pie? Chocolate.

You know what is unwelcome in my sweet potato pie? Chocolate.

Do you know what is just overkill in pecan pie which is already rich and sweet and has enough happening? Chocolate.

But then…Pinterest opened on my phone screen and this was at the top.

And just when I thought my worldview was all set…pecan pie brownies.

I Feel Relaxed Already

We’re headed out of town Friday night on a fact finding vacation of sorts. We’ve always had a few places in mind as possibilities if we ever decide to relocate, but we’ve not spent much time in some of this places. Long story short, we found a great deal on air travel over Thanksgiving to Colorado. We’re going to drive down into New Mexico as well. November is the perfect month to take a break from Alaska, in my opinion. I’m looking most forward to the sunlight.

In the meantime, we are currently suffocating under our to do list before we can fly out Friday night.

  • Clean the house to petsitter standards (sheets, floors, bathrooms)
  • Do enough laundry for ourselves
  • Pack
  • Do laundry to leave behind for the petsitter
  • Clean out the fridge
  • Shop for and stock the shelves with petsitter specific food
  • Post everyday
  • Try to maintain any sort of word count per day even though I’m now so far behind that I probably can’t meet the real goal anymore
  • Stay caught up on the YA novel I am reading with some of my lit circle groups because I can’t ask them to be prepared if I’m not
  • Piano lessons, swim team, Girl Scouts (my turn to take snack this week), swim team again
  • Check in to our flights early
  • Don’t forget to take out the trash Friday morning
  • Write out a medication schedule for Eliot
  • Write sub plans
  • To be continued…

I did not write that out to entertain you…clearly. I just decided I could kill two birds with one stone by typing out the to do list I was going to write out on paper anyway and call it my post for the day. Sorry about that.

Snowin’

I hope everyone is relieved to know that most of the roads and parking lots were finally plowed sometime between last night and this morning. Rosalind got to school on time as far as I know, and there seems to be no need for anyone to push each other out of deep snow in our parking lot today.

My car actually performed excellently in the snow overall, but our parking lot was just so deep, and my car is just so low. Another two inches of clearance, and I would have had no issues in the parking lot at all.

Driving to work in such deep snow was quite a new experience for me. I grew up in the South, and as a result of that, I participated at least three times in the activity known as “muddin'” but never as a driver. There are several reasons I never drove myself through mud holes for funsies. First, I don’t really do “for fun” driving. Why drive when you could be not driving? Second, my father would have killed me if I had ever damaged a car or gotten it stuck driving through mud for no reason. Third, I didn’t actually have a car or license at this time in my life. I was 15. Fourth, I think half the fun was the social part where you sat with your friends in the bed of a truck and got covered in mud and then had to wade out when the truck inevitably got stuck.

I don’t get it either! Teens are weird. Stop trying to make sense of them and me when I was one.

The point of all this is that I think perhaps I know what it feels like to be the driver now. The snow was so deep getting to work on the unplowed roads yesterday that the car just swam around and back and forth and side to side. You had to make decisions about where you stopped and how much gas to give. You couldn’t tell where you were driving and could end up in a hole at any moment (pretty much what happened to every late school bus). It was kind of exciting if you could get over the question of why nobody had plowed the roads. Why hadn’t anyone plowed the roads again? It felt far less dangerous than icy roads, so there was no steering wheel gripping because I thought I would spin out and hit trees. All the steering wheel gripping was due to wondering if I was going to high center myself in some snow right in the middle of the road. Lots of people did.

Remember a long time ago when I made some slogans for Alaska? I think the last one went something like, “Alaska: Where Everything is Harder Than It Has To Be.” That’s what yesterday felt like. Not terrible. Just a lot harder than necessary for a normal day.

 

Guess Who Got An Unplanned Day Off School?

It wasn’t 90 Minutes late. At the 2 1/2 hour mark, her daycare provider asked if she could just keep the bus kids with her all day rather than keep sitting in a running car waiting for the bus. I said yes. No word on whether the bus ever arrived at all.

We all stayed together after work and helped push each other out of our parking lot. Nearly every car was stuck.

Sergio keeps calling me on his way home to say how many school busses are currently stuck in ditches again this afternoon.

The only thing that can remedy such a yuck day is an impromptu tea party. At least, that’s what Rolo has convinced me to try.