Well, here I am back
to my city, back from sunny (and hot!) Southern California,
where I went for a little R&R after rotator-cuff surgery
earlier this month. I know that almost everyone loves to get
back home after being away for a while, but there is something
about Santa Fe that goes way beyond specialall the way
up to magical. Anyway, I'm back with my right arm in a sling,
ready to do some one-handed typing.
I got up at 5:28 this
morning, a little later than my usual rising time before I headed
off for Palm Springs. The temperature was 28 degrees, considerably
colder than what I was experiencing last week.
After getting organized,
I drove rather than walked to the Plaza. My excuse was that
I was still recovering from the surgery. But Id better
watch it. I'm starting to make this driving part a habit of
my Tuesday walks. Pretty soon I'll probably just
drive around for an hour and then go to the French Pastry Shop.
Let's hope that's not the case.
Approaching my destination,
I couldn't find a parking spaceat 6 in the morning! It's
incredible how the activity around the Plaza increases as daylight
comes earlier. It had to be the daylightthe weather certainly
wasnt warm! Finally I got lucky and found the one remaining
space in the block past the French Pastry Shop. As I got out
of the car, one of the regulars at the shop walked
outside to have a cigarette, something he does frequently between
gulps of coffee. As he attempted to light up, he broke out in
a coughing spell that lasted several seconds. Then he tried
to light up again, and the same thing happened. And then again.
You would think he would give up that nasty habit. I guess I
shouldn't rag on him too much, because I used to be a heavy
smoker myself. I guess I never realized how ridiculous I must
I started walking north, up the east side of the Plaza to Washington
Avenue. Accustomed to Palm Springs, I had forgotten to bring
my gloves, which I quickly regretted as my right hand began
to get cold from being in the sling. Reaching the southeast
corner of the Federal Oval, where the post office, courts and
other federal offices are located, I decided to walk around
it in a clockwise directionthe opposite of my usual course.
It was just one of those silly little thoughts that pops up
when you are by yourself. Then, to my surprise and pleasure,
the walk seemed completely different. From the northwest corner
of the post office and then back east toward the mountains,
all the views seemed fresh. Even the big and bright-pink Masonic
Lodge took on a whole new color in the early-morning sun. I
guess we all know that seeing things from the opposite direction
makes them different, but you dont quite realize it until
you do it.
Soon I was back on Washington Avenue, which I crossed to check
out what was happening on the west side of the street. I passed
a fairly new restaurant and bar called El Meson. I had forgotten
about it, so I jotted down in my mental calendar a note to go
there in the near future. Nearing the Plaza once again, I paused
to look in the window of LewAllen Jewelry. Let me tell youwhoever
made the stuff on display there is GOOD! And as early as the
hour was, I had to share the window with another onlooker. I
guess Santa Fes merchants are happy that the tourists
are heading back. Now, if only the weather would warm up!
Have a good day.