It’s been a while, right? Yes, I’m still working the contract IT gig. And you remember how I mentioned last time that we’d had two of our three kiddos, as well as their families (as in daughter-in-law and grand-kids) come visit for a bit? Well, it was “two of our three kiddos”, and we really needed a trifecta. So yeah, we just got back from visiting the third kiddo. You’ve heard me mention Baby Bird before, right? She’s going to school in Santa Fe, and MBH hadn’t seen her in about a year.
We rectified that situation with a road trip. It was about a ten-hour drive from Claremore, OK to Santa Fe, NM, and while the drive was long, it also held some beautiful sights. As we drove west, the hills and greenery gave way to plains and windmills, and eventually to long expanses of desert, scrub, cacti, and mountains in the distance. What was especially awe-inspiring was the sight of thunderclouds in the distance, with dark sheets of rain falling so far away that we couldn’t even begin to judge how many miles lay between us and that rain.
Our arrival in Santa Fe, however, was somewhat less awe-inspiring. We’re some of those folks that like to use Air BnB to find places to stay. Sometimes you find a real gem, and sometimes not so much. This time, we followed our trusty Garmin to the little casita we had rented, but were stopped before we even got there. When we tried to pull up the little gravel road, our way was blocked by several police cars. And of course, as soon as they saw us, one of the cops got on the radio.
So what do you do in that situation? If you turn around to leave what appears to be a pretty intense situation, you look like you’re running from the cops. If you get out to ask them to move, you look like you’re trying to cause trouble. And to top it all off, we weren’t even completely sure we were in the right place. MBH suggested I simply ask if this was the correct address. (gulp) So, masculinity on the line, I got out of the car to speak to the nice, intimidating, scowling officer. I asked if this was “456 That-street”, explaining that we were trying to get to a casita we had rented through Air BnB, and weren’t even sure we were in the right place.
Nope. They were at “452 That-street”. Right street, wrong address, and our casita was four doors farther down, with multiple police vehicles between us and it, and no way around them.
Needless to say, we decided to go visit Baby Bird a bit earlier than planned. A few hours later, we went back, and this time, Johnny Law was gone. We found our accommodations for our stay without any further issue and settled in.
While we were in town we took advantage of an annual event in Santa Fe. The Santa Fe Indian Market is an annual show in (you guessed it) Santa Fe, New Mexico. It’s sponsored by the Southwestern Association for Indian Arts, and features Native American artists from all over the US and Canada. Just to be allowed to exhibit, the artists have to apply months in advance, must be able of Native American descent, and have their work judged and accepted by a jury for the show. It’s one of the largest shows of its kind in the country, and Santa Fe actually closes down the streets downtown to make room for the hundreds of thousands of visitors who come (as we did) from all over to visit. After seeing the work on display, I think (hope?) we may have convinced Baby Bird to apply for a booth next year. At the very least, I hope we’ve finally convinced her to stop undervaluing her work. She was able to see that some of her peers who had paintings on par with some of hers, were selling them for thousands of dollars, where she’s been reluctant to charge hundreds.
Of course, there were artists of all kinds at the show… jewelers, painters, weavers, potters, and even traditional dancers. Yeah, this was an event where the phrase “dancing in the streets” takes on a whole new meaning.
But one of the stars of the show (at least for us) was the giant teddy bear of a dog, ironically enough named “Oso” (which is Spanish for “bear”). Oso is a Malamute almost shocking in his size. I mean, look at the picture there. Look at the size of his paws, as compared to his master’s. He was huge! But he was also as calm and gentle as you could ever imagine. Oso is a service dog, who has been trained to smell sugar levels in anticipation of diabetic problems.
After we’d worn ourselves out at the art show, we went back to cool off and get ready for a nice dinner. I didn’t know it, but Santa Fe is apparently known for some pretty fancy dining spots, and we decided to treat ourselves to a very rare night at a fancy restaurant. Let me tell you, if you ever get the chance to eat at the Fenix at Vanessie Restaurant, I highly recommend it. The food was amazing, as was the atmosphere. The decor was (of course) high end Native American, and there was a piano bar. And did I mention the food? (insert drool here)
Anyway, MBH and I took Baby Bird, and it was an evening we’ll remember for a LONG time.
I could go on about the trip, but I’m already pushing a thousand words on the blog here, and I haven’t even said anything about the progress on revamping the web site (not a lot to talk about anyway), writing progress (same), marketing (learning some things, getting ready to put the learning into practice), or the business side of writing (bought a book that’s beginning to convince me I’ve messed up with my newsletter philosophy).
I guess that just means I have something to write about for next time, right? But until then, stay safe, and I’ll talk to you later.