For the second week
in a row, I had trouble getting up this morning for my Tuesday
walk. But at least this time I knew why. Yesterday my wife came
home early and suggested we go play tennis. Only reluctantly
did I agreenot because I don't like tennis, but because
the last time we played, Linda clobbered me. With my frail male
ego, a second drubbing would be more than I could bear. We ended
up playing for an hour and a halfand by pure luck, I beat
her in a tie-breaker.
On our way home I
called my mom on the cell phone and invited her over for a drink
and dinner. She accepted and arrived at our house shortly after
we did. After dinner I got sleepy and went to bed just before
10 oclock. But at midnight I awokeand that was pretty
much the end of my sleep. After a winter of non-use, my tennis
muscles were complaining loudly. For the rest of the night I
dozed on and off, for only a few minutes at a time. It made
for a rough start this morning.
Last week, because
I did not wake up until 6:30, I did not take my walk. But even
though it was about 6:30 again this morning before I crawled
out of bed, I decided I was not going to miss my walk again.
So off I went, leaving the house just minutes before 7. The
sun was already high in the sky, and the traffic on the streets
was considerably more than when I go walking at 6.
About 10 minutes
after starting toward downtown Santa Fe, I was on Galisteo Street,
whose northern boundary ends close to the center of town. A
sign painted on one of the store windows made me laugh, even
as I sped away from it in monetary fear. I had seen that sign
I first noticed it
one afternoon last week, while walking on Galisteo Street. Done
freehand in blood-red letters, the sign said HEAT
at the top and A Freak Boutique below. The letters
had paint runs at the bottom, as if they had actually been written
in blood. It piqued my interest, so in I went.
A young fellow dressed in very mod clothes asked if he could
be of help. I told him that the sign had caught my eye, and
I just wanted to look around. I asked where he was from, and
to my surprise he said he was a Native American from Cochiti
Pueblo, about 20 miles south of Santa Fe. I never would have
guessed itfrom his outfit I would have said California
After a few minutes
I saw some clothes that I was sure my daughter would like. I
bought them for her, then later came back to the store with
my wife and bought some clothes for her, too. What had started
innocently enough with a catchy sign was turning into an expensive
deal. The young man was very pleasant and helpful, and made
it easy for me to part with my money.
This morning, as
I sped past the sign, I remembered all this. Its a good
thing the store was not open yet, or I probably would have dropped
some more money there. Oh, well, youve got to spend it
on something. I hope my daughter liked her gift and that Linda
liked hers. I also hope that my wife won't be too upset when
I spend a little money on some calories at the French Pastry
Shop. For myself.
Have a great day.