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Ten rounds and down for the count

It was inevitable, I guess. That little tickle in my throat...the seemingly innocent sniffles I tried not to notice as my daughter was getting hooked up to IV fluids last Monday... the headache and sore throat that reared their ugly heads when my husband came down with the stomach bug. Yep, they caught up to me today. Too much stress and germ paranoia make for a sick caregiver. Not surprising. The good news is my upper respiratory infection seems to have prevented the stomach virus from taking hold. At least, for now. Maybe I should have stayed in the mountains.

Mr. Owl, friend or foe?

Immediately after posting this little video on Facebook, ominous comments began appearing in my feed. "I hope you don't have a cat or small dog!" "Yes! Keep small pets indoors!" Ever since, I've been sizing up our cocker spaniel with an objective eye. Risk assessment, if you will.  Weighing in at a formidable 35 pounds, she's too big to be considered owl prey.... but she's not the swiftest spaniel on the block. And, those owls are stealthy. Their wings make no sound in flight. What kind of a chance would a preoccupied, bunny-chasing pooch have under attack? Damn. And, to think I used to look forward to spring.

Into the woods

As much as he's denying it, the hubs isn't out of the woods with regards to the stomach virus I have named Beelzebub (believe me, Montezuma has NOTHING on this evil entity.) Fortunately, we have woods in our front yard which are providing a welcomed distraction in the form of another spring mating ritual. Last year, it was toads. This year, it's owls. For the last month, two barred owls have called - at surprisingly high decibel levels - to each other several times a night. Not to mention morning, noon and evening. (Nocturnal creatures, my foot. These birds are having themselves some afternoon delight.) The entire neighborhood is complaining of insomnia, yet we're all giddy over the prospect of baby owls flitting about. Now, it appears the blessed event may be nigh. Papa Owl is guarding the nest in our dead, hollow tree (which we've postponed taking down indefinitely due to the hooters) and the mating calls have decreased to two or three times a day. He watches us…


I First, it was my daughter. She was stricken last Friday by a stomach bug so vicious, she required two units of IV saline on Monday due to severe hydration.  I can't - I won't! - describe the horrors of it. Suffice it to say, I haven't seen a bug that bad in 58 years. We wondered, what could it be? This is April, after all. Not exactly flu season. Symptoms were Google'd. Samples were taken. We'll probably get the results today. She's recovered, but last night around 3:30 a.m.....tick, tick, tick.... my husband got it. He's in denial, of course, despite five - wait, six! - trips to the bathroom in so many hours. Did I mention I kissed him "goodnight" full on the mouth last night?  Tickticktickticktick....  Remember that game we used to play at parties in the 60s?
I hated that game.

Finally... chino weather!

I owe J. Jill an apology. They sent me this super-cute dress from their spring Chino line to review over a month ago. Trouble is, it's been so cold - first in New Mexico, then home in Kansas - I haven't had the chance to give it a test drive until this week.
    Now, when one thinks of chinos, one typically thinks of pants. J. Jill has plenty of those, too. But, I liked the idea of this dress which I thought could double as a tunic. And it can. The mid-weight fabric is super-soft with great body and has just the right amount of stretch to give a little in all the appropriate places. I wore this number (with leggings) to an outdoor event when the temperature was 70 degrees and it was perfect - not too warm or too cool. Plus, the length is long enough to wear it with bare legs, albeit after some serious fake tanning, an overdue pedicure and full-leg wax.  The reviews online are overwhelmingly positive with some suggesting it is runs small in the bust. I did not find this to be t…

Lime shortage? Costco to the rescue!

When I took that cooking class in Santa Fe, the chef was bemoaning the fact that the lime shortage has driven prices so high, chefs were having to use lemons in their lime-flavored recipes.  When I returned home I decided to do the same, but my spring cocktail of choice - 100% agave and diet tonic - just wasn't the same. Too pucker-y. Today, the hubs went on a much-needed Costco run and brought home something better than roses, chocolates or even wine.
Yep, those crazy Italian Volcano people, makers of the ultra-convenient bottled lemon juice, have saved my lips from freezing in an unattractive sour pucker.  Maybe Italy's limes are still abundant, who knows? But, at two big bottles for nine bucks, my happy hours are looking up! Thanks, Costco.

For the record, I just realized this post has a lot to do with my last post. Maybe I should be a bartender after all?

Set 'em up, barkeep!

I got a job offer the other night. Actually, I'd gotten the same offer just after announcing my retirement last year, but I didn't take it seriously. My friend (who co-owns a popular local bar) repeated his offer last weekend, "You really ought to come tend bar for me. I think you'd have a lot of fun. Just once a week, and you'd only have to work until 9." Me? A bartender? Several thoughts came to mind: Does he really see me as the bartender type? Like Jackie Gleason....
Sam Malone....
Tom Cruise in that terrible movie....

or Ted, the Love Boat guy who never learned it was impolite to point?
And, by the way, why aren't there any famous female bartenders? Oh, wait. There are...
Let's face it, I'm not the Coyote Ugly type either. Still, the invitation is intriguing. I'm always making up my own signature cocktails at home. The interaction with people would be fun. And, everybody knows a bartender has to be part-mixologist/part-psychologist, whic…

Black Hawk down!

(At 10 a.m. today)
Hubs: Would you text our son and tell him his taxes are due today? (For the record, the hubs doesn't text.)
Me: No.
Hubs: No?
Me: He's a grown up. He knows the date. He'll figure it out.
Hubs: Yeah, but maybe he...
Me: Nope. Not gonna do it.
Hubs: Welp, okay.

(At 7 p.m. tonight)
Hubs: Our son just called. He needed his Turbo Tax password. Fortunately, I had it.
Me: Good for you, honey.
Hubs: He's taking care of it, apparently.
Me: Welp, okay.

Things I learned on the journey and, especially, upon coming home

You hear that word "journey" thrown around a lot these days. "That's part of my journey,""it's all about the journey," etc., ad nauseum.  I sort of hate it, like I sort of hate any term that becomes an overused word célèbre. But I recently returned from a real, literal journey - a road trip, if you will - and it did manage to teach me a few things. To wit:
1) The bad thing about traveling solo is not being able to share your experiences with a companion. (This blog helped.)
2) The good things about traveling solo are feeling courageous, clearing your head and taking all the time you want to get ready in the morning.
3) If you're going to travel solo, try to bookend the alone parts with visits from great friends.
4) Don't leave home without Siri and Google Maps. (Without them, I would be lost in the desert, as we speak, searching blindly for water and gasoline.)
5) Audio books are gifts from God.
6) People are basically the same everywhere…

Day 5 (Delayed): Eat, Play, Spa - Ojo Caliente

I was happy to get some time off between spa treatments (now there's a statement I never thought I'd make) so I could enjoy my final day of luxury with my two college friends, who joined me for the last leg of my two week trip in Taos. It was a scenic, 50-minute drive to Ojo Caliente Mineral Springs and Spa...
 where we all had massages, took a mud bath (sorry, no photos provided) and were treated to an hour in a private pool.
My massage was called "Ancient Echoes of Ojo," an 80-minute trip to heaven including massage and energy balancing techniques of the upper back, shoulders, arms, neck, scalp, face and ears, finishing off with a luxurious foot massage. (Highly recommended. Ask for Gwynne.)
After our afternoon of bliss, we got dressed and enjoyed an early dinner in Ojo's Wine Bar and Lounge, starting with their Green Chile "Fries," which are actually potato-crusted chiles with hot 'n' sweet vinegar for dipping. Out. Of. This. World…

Santa Fe School of Cooking

Before leaving Santa Fe for Taos last Sunday, I was fortunate enough to get schooled in the art of making chile rellenos at the Santa Fe School of Cooking.
Relleno is Spanish for "filled" or "stuffed" and our teacher/chef, Michelle, showed us four ways to make this Mexican classic.
 The class was hands-on and a lot of fun, and I learned basic cooking tips I never knew including never hit the edge of the bowl with your spatula when folding in egg whites, always refrigerate garlic, and Monterey Jack was a real guy from Monterey, California, who invented the cheese.
The class was divided into three groups so each team could make two recipes and easily observe the other two recipes being prepared.
At the end of the three-hour class, we got to sample the fruits of our labor (the chile pepper IS a fruit, not a vegetable) with complimentary beer, wine or delicious iced tea. Highly recommended.

Chimayo with the girls

Fun day with my friends. Bought $77 worth of chile powder. Still no wifi. That is all.

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Day 13

I left Santa Fe after breakfast in bed at the La Posada ....

and took the low road to Taos in the rain (pause to listen to locals cheer)...

My friends were delayed overnight in Dallas so I had one more meal alone, a delicious chile relleno at Doc Martens in the Taos Inn.

My pals are here now and there's no wifi in our apartment. But, stay tuned for catch-up posts on my rellenos class at the Santa Fe School of Cooking (amazing) and more.

This trip ain't over till I sing on Friday!!

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The real silver of Santa Fe

When someone says "silver" in Santa Fe, you immediately think of the beautiful Indian jewelry sold all over this town. What I've noticed, however, are the number of women with gorgeous silver hair walking around, far more than I've seen at home or anywhere I've traveled. Here are just three examples of women I met who are rocking the gray. Here's to the natural look, Santa Fe style!

Last day in Santa Fe...with no agenda

With no itinerary except a dinner date with my new friend, Evelyn, I'm making it a resort day with a brief shopping session thrown in this afternoon. La Posada de Santa Fe is known as the art hotel which ensures that, everywhere I roam, I will be surrounded by fabulous works of local and regional art selected by the resort's own curator.

And the food at Fuego Restaurant is a work of art, too.
After eating a hearty breakfast, one can walk off the calories on the expansive grounds or in the well-equipped workout room.

That doesn't necessarily mean that I will...but it is nice to know it's available. I'm leaving my options open today. Happy Saturday, everyone!

Eat, play, spa: Day 4 - Yes, Santa Fe, there is a Virginia.

From 7th to 12th grade, I attended Loretto Academy in Kansas City, run by the spunky Sisters of Loretto. It was a progressive and innovative, all-girls school and I loved the nuns who taught there. (Most of them, anyway.) So, when I learned that my beautifully appointed treatment room at the Spa at Loretto used to be a classroom in the old Loretto School in Santa Fe, I felt right at home.
The spa director set me up for a Mindful Massage. "Oh, you have Virginia," the spa receptionist said. "You're going to love her."  I wondered if there really could be too much of a good thing. Four spa treatments in four days? How impressed could I be? An hour later, I was telling Virginia that she was put on the planet to rub people and that it was the best massage I ever had. Some people are simply gifted and Virginia is one of them. Highly recommended.

Eat, play, spa: Day 3 - La Posada de Santa Fe

Let me preface this by saying I fully realize how obnoxiously fortunate I am on this assignment. My youngest sister reminded me of this yesterday when she called me the 'b' word after I told her where I was and what I was doing. (Where is the love?)
   Today, I checked into the La Posada de Santa Fe, where I spent a memorable vacation with my parents and second sister (the one who doesn't call me names...anymore) in or around 1967. After bonding with the friendly staff - two of whom have strong Lawrence and/or Kansas connections - I was shown to my home for the next three days: The Photogenesis Suite.
The signature treatment of the spa's choice was the Santa Fe Chocolate Chile Wrap. I've never had a wrap before, so I don't have a lot to compare it to. But, if you like being scrubbed all over with a dry loofah, slathered with liquid chocolate infused with Chimayo chile powder, given a heavenly scalp and neck massage while you're wrapped in warm linens, th…

Goodbye, Governors!

This gypsy travel writer is moving on today. I will miss the Inn of the Governors, especially their fabulous breakfast buffet - one of the best I've had.
This is a warm and friendly place - and a great value - for anyone visiting Santa Fe, especially for the first time.

Eat, Play, Spa - Day 2: Four Seasons Rancho Encantado

Today, when I needed both things desperately, I scored a five-star facial and a new friend at the Four Seasons. Located thirteen minutes from downtown Santa Fe in the serene foothills near the Santa Fe Opera, the Four Seasons resort and spa is an oasis in the desert with all the luxurious amenities you'd expect from the illustrious hotel chain.
I had a heavenly 80-minute signature facial, compliments of the wonderful Monica, which featured HydroPeptide products infused with natural fragrances and lots of good-for-you stuff like Vitamin C. I didn't take an "after" photo, but the treatment made me feel (if not look) like I'd had a little facelift.  Afterward, I met the charming sales director, Evelyn, in the Four Seasons bar for cocktails and conversation.  We enjoyed drinks (and the best blue corn breaded trout appetizer I've ever tasted) as the sun began to set over the foothills. We rattled on about our kids, her divorce, our 80-something moms and deceased d…