Today Mom got the real experience of life-with-Juli, having to accompany me on my 2:45 run. Of course, she didn’t HAVE to come along, but as she loves to say, she has to do a lot of walking to burn off all the extraordinary amounts of food she eats when she’s with me. Which is just super. She did, however, make herself very useful during her walk by taking pictures of the Rail Trail. Food comments forgiven.
After the run and the necessary bathing (and the necessary coffee and snack procuring), we went to this “Clay Festival” that Mom had spotted via a few small roadside signs. Much to my suprise, it was one of the greatest collections of affordable, real-person ceramics I’ve seen here, all community potters getting together to sell their creations as people prepare for the holidays. With its little clutches of people hugging and catching up and its fellowship-hall-style refreshment table, it was definitely the closest I’ve come to feeling the true Santa Fe community. Plus, we bought some beautiful mugs.
Next we drove to the Tesuque Village to eat at the much-talked-about and aptly named Tesuque Village Market. And this is where Mom finally got her guacamole. See, eleven years ago, she and Daddy made a trip to New Mexico, and they stopped at some restaurant where they were doing that table-side guacamole thing. Mom wanted some oh so much, but Daddy doesn’t like guacamole, and she just couldn’t see spending the money just for herself on something she knew she wouldn’t finish. And she regretted it EVER SINCE. So … Santa Fe life lesson: screw the expense, get the guac. And today we did. Plus a frito chili pie and a tamale, all Christmased up. All to share.
Oh, and one more thing. Mom wears these magnetic bracelets for her arthritis. I’ll let her tell you about them. Anyway, they cause her to pick up and drag into the floor many a metal item. Like her silverware.
Next door to the Tesuque Village Market is the best part of the day, the Glenn Green Gallery and Sculpture Garden. Mom spotted this, too, by the way. She’s quite the travel partner. Anyway, we’ve decided galleries are the way to go because unlike museums, they are FREE. So we wandered over to this one after lunch, and oh, OH what magic. It’s this hidden little world of trees (which we know I’m obsessed with, yes) and arroyos and sculptures tucked into every little unexpected crevice and corner.
There’s a stunning building too, the actual gallery, which contains truly the best art – at least to my emotional reaction – I’ve seen in New Mexico. There’s this one piece, a sculpture with the top of the man’s head cut off and hinging open, and inside it’s a prison. There’s a little cot hanging off the wall by chains and a barred-up window and even graffiti scratched in the wall. I so relate to this. If I had 14 million dollars, I would have bought it on the spot, put it in Benji’s trunk and carried that sculpture with me across the country just so I could look at it all the time and think, I feel you, man. (I only took pictures outside the gallery – except one illicit one of the gorgeous space – and not of the sculpture inside, but LOOK, here’s one on the gallery’s Web site! Click on “Ponder.”). The rest of these are mine …
Now we’re tired. And by we I really do mean we, because though I ran almost 17 miles today, Mom is “reading” – aka snoring – next to me right now. So … night all. Enjoy the full moon.