The nightmare is nearly over
Darlings, Just think, it’s almost over. By early Wednesday morning, we’ll know who our next POTUS is. Finally. And then, Dearest Readers, that lucky person’s four or eight years of accelerated aging begins. I’m reminded of an old cartoon from The New Yorker, which depicts a young boy sitting on a high stool wearing a dunce cap, and his face is to the wall. His mother is standing over him with her arms crossed. His father is standing at the door with a perplexed look on his face. The caption reads, “Can you believe it? Little Johnny said he wants to grow up to be president of the United States someday!” That cartoon was years ago. I think the job has become even more thankless today. But here’s the bright spot: the campaign is over! Sugar Pops, I suppose the real fighting will begin soon enough. Sigh. Are we tired yet??
I say it’s time to take a breath and turn our attention to more local concerns, such as what will happen to Santa Fe Bite now that Garrett’s Desert Inn is owned by the State Land Office. Current leases should keep the Bite in place at least through October 2017, said the owner, Bonnie Eckre, in a recent article in the Albuquerque Journal. So eat up, Honey Buns, as we may not know where our next hamburger is coming from. In that same article, the Journal reported that “The Land Office plans toworkwith the city government and others on a plan for the property.” Oh, my. Gummy Bears, does that sound like a headache to you??
Well, as Scarlett O’Hara uttered when things were too unsettling for her, “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow... after all, tomorrow is another day.” Yes. Creampuffs, please let’s think pleasant thoughts for today. I’ll start first.
Close your eyes and imagine Chris Haynes (Sotheby’s) on his birthday (Oct. 15). Now, imagine what would be heaven for himand think of the famousWiener Staatsoper, the Vienna State Opera, located in the centre of Vienna with a long history dating back to the mid-19th century. (Uhhuh, Dumplings, older than Chris himself.) Now, Kittens, see a plush box seat in the VIP section of the Staatsoper, and there you’ll find him, entranced and thinking he’s in heaven while watching Mozart’s “The Marriage of Figaro.” Vienna, his first but not last trip there. Oneweek of drinking in the music, the art, the architecture, the Lipizzan horses, and drinking and eating, of course. Schiele, Bruegel, Klimt, Cranach, Mozart, Mahler, Strauss... plus schnitzels and strudels. (No vienna sausages for this birthday boy.)
Next, let’s imagine Pat and Michael French island-hopping, visiting shrines and gardens and feasting their eyes on exquisite art while visiting Japan last month. Sweethearts, this pair loves trekking around that part of the world. They travel light (Pat told me they allow themselves one carry-on and a modest backpack each), and prefer delving into the history and culture of the area rather than getting spa treatments and room service at five-star hotels. Puglets, give them a bentō box and an ancient trail, and they’re off for the day. Even in that solitude, though, what do youwant to bet that they both have notebooks so Michael can jot down his ideas for an upcoming novel, and Pat canmake notes about a newproject she’s dreaming up? So much for a quiet mind, Cupcakes. (Be still, my brain, that’s their meditation mantra.)
Pumpkins, here’s something to quiet your mind while simultaneously piquing your curiosity (is that sort of like multi-tasking?) without ever having to leave Santa Fe. Stay home, curl up in an easy chair in front a crackling fire (cold weather permitting), and enjoy “Douglas Atwill Houses,” the latest book by Douglas Atwill, designer/ builder, artist, writer, and greatly admired human being by his clients and friends (not necessarily in that order). In writing about the 59 houses that he’s remodeled and/or built over the last 45 years, Doug gives us a glimpse into his own life, his loves (both people and houses), and an affectionate look at the Santa Fewe all love. If I were asked to describe this book in one short sentence, I guess I’d say it is an enchanting memoir told by the author through the history of houses that he himself has inhabited. You can get the book through Amazon, or better yet, stop in CollectedWorks and ask the owner, Dorothy Massey, for it. (Babies, I always think it’s best to put off immediate gratification for a few minutes in order to support our local businesses, don’t you?)
Crumbcakes, my snippets of lighthearted news won’t be appearing in next month’s Home/Real Estate Guide, because I’m out of technology range for the last two weeks of November. In the meantime, I wish you the best of holidays and leave you today with my Christmas Story. Last February, in the doldrums of a dark winter, Roxanne (my darling dog) died. With her, I died a little bit, too, and I was left wondering if my heart could withstand another break. Just when I was about to decide that it could not, some friends from Oklahoma City insisted that I take a dogwhose owner had also died.
Reluctantly, I picked the dog up and cried most of the way to Santa Fe, while she (the dog) kept her eyes glued to the road, worrying that I might have a wreck and all the time wondering where the hell she was going. Today, my heart is healed and spilling over with love for this girl, Coco Chanel, an eight-year-old standard poodle, who is smarter and prettier than I am, butwho lovesme anyway. After all, why wouldn’t she? I take her everywhere, feed her whenever she’s hungry, let her sleep on my bed, and spend an inordinate amount of time each day coming up with newideas to entertain her. (Like I said, she’s smart, and she gets bored if she just sits around). Puppies, it’s funny, isn’t it, how a dog can break your heart, and then another one can come along and put it together again? Is that lucky, or what? So long, Sweetpeas. Until next time... Oakley
The beautiful, the brilliant…the spoiled…Coco Chanel