Do you remember the Seinfeld episode where they know how to “take the reservation, but not how to hold the reservation?” No? Okay, here let me help— go ahead, this will jog your memory.
Yeah .. . seems like a funny story that could happen on a sitcom but not in real life. Cut to yesterday morning as I arrive in Albuquerque to pick up the rental car I had reserved– um, me and ten other people in line only to find out– uh, yeah– not so much with the cars waiting for us. So, instead of joining with the wailing and screaming unloading their anger on the poor front desk girl who I can safely assume had nothing to do with the insane decision from some idiot on high– I jumped over to Avis to see if they had any cars. oh, they did have one and, yeah– you’re gonna have to scroll down a ways to catch a gander as I still don’t know what to make of it even through I drove it from ABQ to Santa Fe and then up and around Abiquiu today. Crazy.
Oddly though, it no longer calls to me as a possible future home as it once did. I am not sure what to make of that, but it is true. It is indeed a magical, magical place but it no longer has that pull on my heart that it once did.
I am as surprised as anyone to realize that the homescape of Providence seems to have me under its spell. (note: if you want to get a glimpse of my world through an amazing lens– check out the photos Susannah took while visiting with me this weekend).